YUMNA AZZURA'S
247. Proximity Syifa And Azkhan
"That's it, don't think about it anymore. Brother just wants to rest for a while. Want to rest first," said Yumna.
"Wait back to the office?" ask Arkhan.
"Don't know, look how it will be, huh." Yumna sighed heavily while leaning back comfortably. The quiet streets made him reflect. There are too many things he thinks about right now. I want to go for a moment to a distant place to calm down. A longing had also darkened in his heart.
Meanwhile, in another car, Azkhan brought his vehicle with a little slower than his brother. He glanced at Syifa who was now just silent while staring at the streets.
"Sister, angry?" asked Azkhan to his brother. Not comfortable with the atmosphere.
"No. Angry why?" ask Syifa back.
"That, about that," Azkhan said, not feeling well. Since they climbed into the car Syifa did not talk much, but usually he was the most chatty and did not want to be silent. Always make a lot of mood.
"So what? It's nothing, right? What you say is true as well" Syifa said, making Azkhan feel even more guilty. Syifa said even though in her heart there was a slight pinch when remembering the thing earlier.
"I'm sorry" Azkhan said guiltily.
"That's it, don't talk about it anymore. I was sleepy" said Syifa and turned her body towards the window. There was a warm feeling in his eyes when he remembered the words of his two sisters, who did not want to have a partner? Who doesn't want to be noticed by men? However, if they only approached because they knew he was his son Bima Satria Mahendra for what?
Syifa rubbed the corner of her eyes that were already slightly wet. It was known by Azkhan, increasingly making his sister sad, aware of his mistake earlier. He should be sensitive, Syifa is not Yumna who is indifferent to men. Her brother's feelings were softer and also fragile.
The atmosphere in the car is now increasingly quiet when Syifa does not open her voice again, making Azkhan lose her brother's cheerful figure.
"You're covering for a minute?" tanya Azkhan asked for approval. He glanced at the older brother, hoping that if the girl who was only one year apart with him would agree.
"Where?" syifa asked not to turn her gaze from outside the window.
"Don't know, just go first" Azkhan said.
"Don't, mama's gonna be pissed. It's night too" Syifa said without looking. It's been a little more than nine o'clock in the evening, it's possible that after this the mama will nag if they come home more than nine. After all, Syifa never came home late from the hour it should have been. She did not want to make her mother a long speech lecturing her children.
"It's okay, kali. No one would be angry if they were with Babang Az" Azkhan said, patting his chest.
"As far as you are, I. But later if you're angry you're responsible, yeah." Syifa. He was very sad about his fate. Azkhan glanced at Syifa who replied without being excited at all.
"Hey, don't be lethargic, dong. I felt wrong, no," said Azkhan. Syifa did not answer. He just wanted his mind to calm down right now. The warmth in the corner of his eyes is now back. If Azkhan had not talked much about this, he would probably still be fine, especially if Azkhan had just assumed that nothing had happened earlier, it would have been better than being discussed again.
Azkhan was impatient with his brother's residence, he stopped the speed of his vehicle on the edge of the deserted road, no matter if his twin brother had now left them far ahead.
"That's why, brother?" azkhan asked Syifa to turn her head a little confused, also with their vehicle that Azkhan suddenly stopped by the road.
"You just kept quiet, I don't like it, you know!" Slightly snapping, Azkhan spoke to Syifa. He did not like Syifa's house like this.
Syifa looked at her sister in confusion, suddenly angry. Though he should be angry because of the words of his two sisters earlier.
Azkhan opened his seatbelt, he approached his brother and hugged him tightly, leaving Syifa shocked by his sister's treatment.
"Gue's sorry. I'm not comfortable elo diemin" Azkhan said with a slight tremble in his voice.
"Why is that, anyway?" syifa asked, a slight feeling stuck in her throat when getting the treatment from her sister. His eyes were now extremely hot and he could not bear it anymore. Tears are now coming out of both corners of her eyes.
"Sorry for what we said, I know how sad, why not get angry? I'd be more concerned if you were angry than you are with me" Azkhan said. Syifa could not bear what she heard, her sadness and heartache was now being let out in her sister's arms. He no longer hesitated to bring out all the feelings that were in his heart. Azkhan is indeed a very understanding younger brother to him than the other twins, although they have their own way to protect Syifa, but Syifa can be closer to his sister this one.
Azkhan waited for Syifa to subside. She was very sorry for what she said with her twin sister. She just wanted her brother to be a better person, but she did not know what Syifa had been going through all this time.
Nearly ten minutes later Syifa cried, she was at her will and could not stop her crying. It was only after Azkhan gave her a drink that the girl calmed down a little. Azkhan also wiped the tears on Syifa's face gently and treated her brother like a precious item.
"Well crying?" asked Azkhan to his brother. Syifa nodded while rubbing her eyes. A little embarrassed, but relieved was also a sense in his heart.
"Evil, lo. You shouldn't have hurt me. It will be crying," said Syifa, his slang came out because his sister started it. Syifa hit her sister's chest hard.
"Haha, the end of elo if it has not been crying for four days will be filled me," said Azkhan.
"Sorry." Azkhan stretched out his hand to shake his hand. Syifa immediately welcomed the hand warmly, a sign she had forgiven her sister.
"So go somewhere or come home?" ask Azkhan.
"Go home, but buy me a lick?" syifa Pinta. Azkhan looked at his brother a little strange, wanted to say if they had just eaten now Syifa was still asking for a peek?
'Ah, if I say, he will be angry again, ' Azkhan's inner heart.
