Wrong Khitbah
39. SK : TRAGEDY
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Intending to dodge, he twisted his body and stepped away from Azzam. Azzam came to Zahwa. Didn't want that to happen Azzam immediately blocked Zahwa's hand. He held her back so Zahwa could not run away from her.
Zahwa tried to rebel, Azzam to the point of being overwhelmed with the movement of Zahwa had entered into his arms. He held her tightly, kissing her head repeatedly.
Zahwa just kept quiet not to retaliate nor to refuse. Without asking for her tears to fall, sobs finally came out of her lips.
"Hiks.hiks..."
Azzam tightened his embrace. His eyes were closed, he did not want to make his beloved sister disappointed.
After he felt calm he tried to take off his embrace on Zahwa who was still as unwilling. He held onto Zahwa's shoulders, staring at his sister's face.
His thumb moved to get rid of Zahwa's tear on his cheek. He really did not want to see his sister crying, what else because of him. He will not forgive himself.
Azzam took Zahwa sitting on the wicker swing back. And cupped both of his cheeks.
"Wawa dengerin brother first yes" said Azzam softly
Zahwa turned his face away.
"Come on Wa.don't do this. Dengerin Abang ya" persuaded Azzam
He looked into Azzam's eyes, then he nodded. Azzam gave a small smile, then carried Zahwa leaning on the chest of his field.
"Wa.possibly Wawa was surprised by this news. Nor did he expect that this would all happen. Why is all this impromptu because the process is also very fast. You don't have time to talk"
Zahwa looked up at Azzam. As if asking "what happened?"
"Alright if Wawa does not want to talk first with Abang is okay, Abang understands so Abang will explain, Wawa just listen" said Azzam understood the meaning of Zahwa's gaze. He returned to his original position.
Azzam seemed to sigh before telling a story.
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FLASHBACKS
That afternoon, Pondok Pesantren Al-Hikmah was holding a Santri release event that had graduated (separation). He was the one in charge of the event.
It's all over and the show starts.
A sweet girl was sitting with her friends who also served as event organizers. Suddenly a woman approached them.
"Mr...The mat is less, ana does not know want to take her where "satriwati said.
"In the warehouse there are deh wealth" said one of them.
"How much more is it?" Ask the girl
" One, but the size is wider" he replied
"Let's help" said the girl
Now they were walking towards the warehouse, arriving halfway
"Ana go first well, ana mules ana stomach wants to go to hammam first" said Santriwati while holding her stomach
"This is the key, ana will follow later. No, no, right?"
"Na'am, la ba'sa" the girl replied
Now he walks alone to a separate warehouse with other buildings. Quiet, there was hardly anyone there because everyone was now at the event.
He opened the lock of the warehouse door and opened the door wide so that the light came in to illuminate the warehouse, he hung the key to remain at the door.
He went inside looking for a large mat. He saw that the mat was under a pile of broken benches. Seeing that he tried to lift the benches from there to make it easier for him to take the mat. Sangking busy berjibaku with broken chairs that he did not realize that the door was closed because of the wind. Clamps.
And elsewhere
"Ustad..." Whisper of a Santri on Azzam.
He looks.
"Ustadz Rafa said, the mats are lacking and no one can take it to the warehouse all while at their respective jobs"
"Beik, we'll get it" Santri nodded. Azzam immediately went to the warehouse to pick up the less mats.
Arriving at the warehouse, he saw a key hanging on the door
He pushed the door of the warehouse slowly. He walked deeper inside.
He was surprised when he saw a woman there was trouble taking the bench that was located above.
Her heart is pounding
"Khemm..." Azzam cleared his throat
The sweet girl who heard the deheman was shocked as well. He immediately turned to look at the owner of the voice. There was accidentally a nail stuck on the bench that was right next to him. Which caused his arm to be scratched to bleed and his sleeve to be torn by the nail as it turned around. And his lower robe was trampled until he fell and his shirt was dirty.
"Aawssh..." He grimaced painfully as he pressed down on his injured arm. Seeing that there was a man in the barn, he panicked. Afraid of slander he moved away from Azzam.
Azzam looked with pity at the girl. He tried to approach a little but was forbidden by the girl.
"No.akh.don't approach.awwss.." his screams grimacedly felt his wound throbbing painfully as blood continued to flow.
"Husst..quiet is.ana will not do anything" said Azzam. To be honest he also panicked at the moment he had no one here dark.
He walked to the door seeking help. But somehow the door could be locked from the outside. Azzam tried to open it forcibly but nothing worked.
He approached the girl and tried to calm her down.
"Let's calm down and we'll seek help"
He went back to the door and shouted for help. In vain no one heard it.
"Akh.asshh.." The wound became increasingly that his clothes were covered in blood. The girl is now weak. No more waiting time. Azzam wrapped his turban around the girl's arm to stop her blood from pushing out.
"Don't come any closer" said the girl in a hoarse voice
"Ana will not be rude, anti calm, this will hurt but hold on, after that it will be fine"
Sure enough after that he felt better. Azzam helps her to stand up but the weak girl is unsteady and falls accidentally pulling Azzam until they fall together.
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