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Episode 219 Story On Dimas

So shocked Dimas, after seeing clearly the injured face of Zakir where the lips until his chin was battered.

" This is your lip why, Kir? Why is it possible to bathe gini? " ask Dimas.

Zakir took Dimas's hand off his face and covered his wound again, turning his face and his gaze away from his older cousin who was asking him.

" Gak papa, this is not papa really, " replied Zakir at a glance he glanced at Dimas' face and then back down turned his face.

" No papa, what, Zakir? That's your bruised rich face that way, blood out again. Who else has the same problem, anyway? Why aren't you tired of looking for the same problem? " dimas said he spoke loudly to show if he was angry with Zakir who again made a tantrum.

" Yushhh! Brother, don't say it out loud, dong! Yes, I was beaten the same person I told Azmi to do, " replied Zakir honestly he began to look at his brother who was showing an angry expression.

" What? You got hit with him? Nah, kan. I've told you before, never deal with criminals! Gini, it's the consequences." At the moment he was still angry at Zakir who was holding his wound while pioneering pain and pain due to the blood that began to come out.

" Sister can, can't you? Don't get angry rich like me? Okay, I know I was wrong. But, Brother does not need to jerk and continue to blame me rich gini. As if I was being looked at by Big Brother, it's just a son of a bitch who doesn't have an adab! " said Zakir maybe he was tired because he continued to be yelled at by Dimas with his condition that has been injured like this.

The angry Zakir went with the turban in his right hand and went to clean his blood.

" Zakir, Kir! I'm not done talking to you! " cried Dimas saw Zakir who just left.

Zakir put Azmi's turban on the sofa in the living room with the origin and left while still covering his wound even when his parents walked and greeted him he did not respond and continued to step up to make Dad's emotions Zakirs.

" zakir! How dare you act like that to your parents. Who taught you that? " asked Zakir's father, shouting out his anger at his son's behavior.

" Already, Dad. Maybe Zakir was tired earlier, I'm sure he won't be cold to his own parents for long" said Zakir's mother to calm her husband who was already very emotional.

" But the boy was really overdue. Is that what he got at the school? " said Father Zakir with a loud tone and a slight jolt.

" Patience, Father. Istighfar, you must remember our purpose in entering Zakir into the pesantren. I'm sure, slowly Zakir can change his attitude like that." Zakir's Mother.

Finally after being calmed by his wife, Zakir's father nodded he began to win himself while saying istigfar.

***

" Dimas, we're gonna go for a minute, yeah. Please take care of Zakir, I don't know what's wrong with him." Zakir's Mother.

" Good Aunt, ready. But where are you going?" ask Dimas.

" We're going to go shopping for some necessities. After this you guys langusung get ready to make a friendship." Ayan Zakir's.

" Don't forget to take your Adek, yes Dimas." continued Zakir's mother.

Dimas nodded his head.

" Yes, Om, Aunt. I'll say to Zakir, "Dimas.

" Yes already, thanks Dimas, we go first. Assalamualaikum, "The father of Zakir with his wife who greeted Dimas.

Dimas immediately kissed Om and Tante's hand and answered their greetings afterwards.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful, Om, Aunt." Dimas.

" Yes, " replied Zakir's father and mother.

Dimas sat on the sofa to wait for Zakir who was cleaning his wound. He accidentally saw a black and white turban on the sofa in front of him.

Dimas stood up and his hands began to reach out to the turban to look at it.

Zakir had finished from the bathroom, he stepped up to take the ice cubes in the refrigerator and directly compress the wound without any intermediary. Only with ice cubes wrapped in plastic and medium size he immediately walked while compressing the wound.

After standing for a long time, Zakir finally approached his cousin and sat down near him.

" What brother? " ask Zakir.

Dimas who was a little surprised because the riba Zakir suddenly appeared and asked sitting near him.

" Huftt, you don't bother me anyway, Kir." Dimas sighed and looked at Zakir who was also staring at him and alternating hands holding ice cubes compressing his bruises.

" Oh yeah, that's a shock. So do not be too often daydreaming, "Zakir.

" yes, yes. It's up to you, but I want it to be the same as you. This is the turban who are you carrying?Tumben you wear a turban. This turban was also the only time I saw, "Dimas.

" It wasn't mine, "a quick reply Zakir let go of his compressing hand as he spoke.

" It doesn't have you? Who's it going to be, Kir? " ask Dimas.

Because Dimas kept asking himself, Zakir finally put the ice cubes on the table right next to the existing snacks.

" Ah, Kir! Very dirty, you. The time of the former compress is placed near the food." Dimas.

" Any, why the hell? I didn't put it in a jar, you are too complicated and more like a person." replied Zakir.

Again Dimas just fell silent and relented he was reluctant to argue with his stubborn cousin's sister.

" Yes, just answer my question. Who's this turban? " ask Dimas back.

" It's Azmi's, "Zakir.

" huh? Have Azmi? " Dimas his face looked startled his gaze to Zakir began in he also looked at the turban in turn.

" Yes, why? Brother wants another seudzon with me. Da? " Zakir.

" No, no. But why would Azmi's torment exist with you? Where did you meet? " asked Dimas with such a serious look and facial expression to Zakir.

Zakir was silent as if he could not speak. His memory goes back to the events where Azmi saved him.

Boldly, Azmi fights the three youths who are much bigger than her.

Zakir also remembered when Azmi blocked the wood that would be struck to Zakir by supporting the large wood using both hands until he shouted loudly because of the pain of his hands.

Seeing Zakir who was silent and did not immediately answer his question, Dimas immediately rebuked Zakir.

" Sir, Zakir! You why? Any more problems with Azmi?" tanya Dimas this time he tried to speak well not want to hurt his cousin again.

Zakir, who had woken up from his daydream, turned to Dimas who was still waiting for an answer from himself with such a deep look.

" Azmi's.. Azmi's.. He's saved me, brother. Though he already knew that I wanted to harm him, but Azmi still wanted to help me at that time until he was injured. Why, Mi? Why do you want to help me?" Zakirs.

Dimas was so shocked when he heard that he thought first before answering Zakir's words.

" Now you're sorry, aren't you Kir? The one you hurt is the one who saved your life." Dimas.

Zakir nodded his eyes and looked at the focus ahead.

" Yes, I realized all this time I was wrong to look at Azmi. Revenge for small things is useless. But, what do I have now? Azmi must have been very angry with me because she already knew the truth. Zakir, why are you so mean, anyway? " said Zakir who vented his anger at himself.

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