TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Meet Fely

Hearing the name of Fely mentioned, Zafir snatched his jacket, wallet and mobile phone. The young man hastily descended to the 1st floor to meet his Umma to leave.

"Umma Zafir to the hospital. The one who called from the hospital said Fely was sick" Zafir said, kissing Ummanya's cheek.

"Really Fir?" Aqeela held her son's arm against the truth and it sounded like disbelief.

"It's really Umma he's in karmen," Zafir tried to take off Aqeela's grip slowly.

"Kok nurut Umma there's something odd, huh?" Aqeela did not take off her grip before her son heard her morning lecture.

"What's weird?" Zafir would not want to force himself to succumb to the woman who had given birth to him.

"Why should you be contacted? Not his parents?" ask Aqeela.

Zafir was silent for a moment, not knowing what to answer.

"Replace immediately! Maybe with you there will know the answer!" expel Aqeela.

With a heart he took off his hand which had been holding his son.

The son who is now above himself. The son whose body is stronger than the Buya. The son she gave birth to for the first time.

Although the young man was not the one he had ever been proud of but he was happy to have a young man as handsome as Zafir.

"Please tell Buya ya Umma, the bike Zafir use. let's spit!" exclaim the son loudly.

His son quickly ran to get the key on the hanger and headed for the carport.

Shortly afterwards, a motorbike left the yard.

"Where is he, Umma? Early in the morning was it all by yourself?" Buya went down in knee-length shorts and a tee shirt towards the kitchen.

Grab a glass and then go to the dispenser to fill the glass with water.

Desta looked for a chair and drank quietly while waiting for his wife to answer her question.

"Safir to karmen. Said Fely was there?" aqeela answered accompanying her husband to sit down.

"Oh.. did Fely's parents tell you?" kepo Desta's.

Aqeela shook her head slowly.

"Not, but the hospital. Umma so suspicious, "detective mode on tuh.

Cup.

One kiss landed on Aqeela's cheek.

"Main sosor! Fortunately quiet," Aqeela protested softly.

"Eat her deserted Buya looking for an opportunity," whispered her husband spoiled.

"Yes hasn't changed!" Aqeela pinched her husband's nose.

"Udah is morning. I'm still on this." Goda Desta's.

Aqeela until glared at hearing it. Desta just laughed softly at the expression of his wife.

Though for couples who are long married the discussion on early in the morning is not a strange thing anymore.

"Hm... Umma don't think too much about the Felynya. Hopefully he's not pa-pa" continued Buya before returning to the room and giving a kiss on the lips of his wife.

"In the morning, I'm still on lhoo!" tease back Ajeela.

"Astaghtbullah. It turns out my wife can be more perverted than me" whispered Desta.

Aqeela smiled at her husband because she felt she could beat the excitement of the man who had accompanied her for more than twenty years.

Nimble Desta ran upwards before his wife's fad continued and he was certain to lose a landslide.

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We live Umma and Buya with all his absurdities.

We monitor the journey of Zafir who has gas poll towards karmen or Coral menjangan. Government Hospital, now known as RSUD dr. Soetomo.

During the journey Zafir's heart continued pounding nonstop. Feelings really scared. He didn't imagine Fely was sick.

Where did her mom and dad go. Why should the hospital contact him.

Arriving at Dharmawangsa street, Zafir turned his motorbike back to the parking lot of the ER.

The young man hastily parked his motorbike, his feelings were really unpleasant. Various prejudices were wandering in his brain.

Zafirpun stepped into the ER lobby asking the patient on behalf of Fely or Ruth Alexa Firly . He also mentioned his identity on the hospital's phone.

"A little while, Mom," a customer service worker called someone on the phone.

Soon a young man dressed as a typical hospital, but Zafir is sure not a doctor.

Zafir followed the young man to a corner of the ER.

"Cock it here, mas? Where's Fely in the care?" asked the young man worried.

"That's Fely, Mas Zafir!" health workers tagged Fahri pointed to a gurney covered in white cloth.

"That's Miss Fely!" reset Fahri.

Zafir slowly headed towards the gurney that was placed in that corner.

Zafir shakily opened the white cloth that covered the gurney.

The two Zafir netra instantly, heated up. Under the white cloth, Fely closed his eyes like he was sleeping.

"Mas, he's just sleeping, right?" zafir asked tremblingly.

"Mbak Fely died at exactly three in the morning" Fahri replied firmly.

Zafir looked at Fely who was lying quietly. Zafir's hand opened the cover of Fely's body which he said had become the corpse.

His chest rumbled uncontrollably, his hands were still trembling and even his nerves could not be held back from crying out.

Looking for that pretty girl's pulse, nothing. Fely's chest felt expecting a movement up and down the sign of life. Still he did not find.

With a lunglai Zafir hugged the small body.

"Fely. I finally came to pick you up. But why in this way. I want to pick you up so we can be together" Zafir shouted.

The young man did not care about the people who were pitying him. He kept calling the girl's name. I hope he opens his eyes. Wishing it all was just a dream.

But, all real. Fely's gone home with the angel izroil.

There is regret from Zafir for agreeing too much with the girl's request.

Zafir looked at Fely's body carefully. The girl was wearing only a shirt and shorts.

On his arm was a bruise. At the corner of his lips was a scar that had already dried up. At the temples of his eyes were black bruises.

Zafir opened the white cloth of Fely's body cover. The body was now uncovered without cover, the young man found some scars on Fely's calf.

The more painful it was and made Zafir more bitter the girl's feet were covered in blood.

"Why is he like this?" zafir asked softly as his voice almost lost to his sobbing.

"Persecution, Mas," Fahri said clearly.

"Awhile the visa results have come out," continued Fahri. The officer grabbed the white cloth held by Zafir, covered up the body of the beautiful girl.

Fahri leaves Zafir with Fely's body. Shortly thereafter he returned.

"Mas, this is the result of his visa. And this is what Ma'am Fely brought when he was ushered here!" Fahri.

Zafir received an envelope and some belongings of Fely.

A thick diary-like book, the four sefi veil that he recognized belonged to Fely he bought and came across a white parachute cloth.

"Who brought Fely here?" asked Zafir while opening a book that turned out to be the true diary Fely.

"Sopir angkot, Mas." replied Fahri Lirih worried not to be trusted.

"His mother?" Fahri shook his head as a sign of not knowing.

"His fire?" Fahri returned to shakes.

Zafir took a deep breath looking at the bruised corpse of Fely who he did not know from where.

Zafir opened the pink diary, on the first page of his name and phone number.

"We know Mas Zafir's number from the diary!" fahri explained without being asked.

Zafir nodded. Without taking his eyes off the diary. At the end of the first page he found a row of numbers and papa's name written on it.

"How's the body?" fahri asked a glance at Zafir impatiently.

"Short of a second, you can't touch him before this guy comes!" zafir said firmly because he contacted the number at the end of the page.

"Halloo..."

"Of... A mutual?"

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