ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Simple

"Astaghfirullahal 'adzyme!" Fachri gasped in surprise when suddenly Clara was sitting next to him.

Clara looked at Fachri while propping her head with one hand.

"Hi!" clara said with a cry and then blinked her eyes with a seductive expression.

That made Fachri immediately turn his face away, avoiding Clara's gaze. Focus on the laptop screen.

"Reverse again the nature of the cueknya, I want to remes Lo Fachri face let be flexible." Inner Clara

"Lo offended by what I said?" ask Clara. He could no longer hold on to his curiosity.

"No Non. After all, what Non said was true" Fachri replied without looking at his interlocutor. Busy yourself with the task he is doing.

Clara doesn't know what else to say. Fachri's residence made him feel guilty.

"Why do I feel so complicated like this anyway? Come on Clara, Lo's got Aldi"

Clara tried to calm her heart. Again he had to fight against his own feelings.

"Fachri, I'm bored" said Clara lazily.

"Then?" fachri cuek.

"Kind you the way!"

"So it was!" still with a flat tone. It pissed Clara off on her own.

"His PR is done?" keep Fachri.

"Yet. Help dong drag my brain again!" pinta Clara's.

"Yes come on, I help."

Fachri closes his laptop and gets up and walks in, followed by Clara.

Once inside Fachri turned to his room.

"She wanted to help but why did she go to the room" murmured Clara

He was still standing staring at Fachri who passed.

Before long Fachri was back with something in his hand.

" Wear this Non!"

Fachri offered what he had brought to Clara.

Clara looked at the thing in her hand. A long blue vest shirt with long sleeves.

With a pissed-off face Clara wore it.

" Are we going to Ri's con?"

"Sorry Non is to avoid getting stained again" said Fachri then headed to the place where Clara had studied.

"Toy tainted can use Rinso Fachri," said Clara upset.

So bad was he in Fachri's eyes. Why should this drag deal with Fachri.

"Cieeeeeee. . . " Randy suddenly appeared. "Anyone wants to be Aisyah nie?"

"Diem Lo Randi!" shout Clara.

Randi leaves immediately after teasing Clara. It's time he picked up Mr. Steven.

Then Clara followed Fachri. He also sat like before while studying and next to Fachri.

The man looked at Clara's textbooks, opening them one by one.

"Died of the math I haven't done yet,"

clara opened the conversation.

Then Fachri began to give directions about the formula that Clara did not understand.

Clara herself was hit several times by a pencil because she entered the formula incorrectly. It turns out that Clara did it deliberately to attract the attention of Fachri.

Clara now has a private tutor. Occasionally he also smiles himself has managed to prank Fachri by pretending not to understand.

"Non knows who invented the pithagoras formula?" ask Fachri. After Clara had finished her task.

"Everyone knows Fachri, his discoverer Pythagoras too"

"If the father of Al Jabar?" fachri's question continues.

"Diophantus"

"Father of geometry?"

"Ecluid"

"If it was Bismillah's first author?"

Fachri's question this time can't be answered by Clara.

Why did mathematics become Bismillah?

" How do I know Fachri?"

"Non studied Islamic history as well. Not just general science," said Fachri gemas.

"To whom did Bismillah write first?"

" Prophet Sulaiman As," Fachri brief.

Clara put her body on the bed, removing the fatigue. Stretch the nerves of his brain that he has been playing with various formulas.

Then he felt the clothes that Fachri had given him, making Clara smile herself while tightening the clothes on her body.

It turns out that wearing covered clothes is comfortable too. Unlike his shadow all this time, such clothes would make him hot and hot.

Is that because it's a gift from Fachri?

But wait, where did Fachri get those clothes from? why does Fachri have women's clothes? can't it be Fachri's girlfriend's outfit?

Clara returned to the thought that made her dizzy herself. Since when does he care about the personal affairs of others?

Without feeling Clara has been lulled by the beauty of the natural contest. Tiredness makes him fall asleep quickly.

*****

At about 3pm, Steven and Randi were home. Fachri called Steven's workroom. There is a construction project that requires Fachri's intervention. For the next 2 days he will exchange tasks with Randi.

The day is approaching dusk. Randi approached Clara's room, because the girl did not come down as well.

"Wake up!" Randi shook Clara's body.

"It's not very polite Lo is the same employer," grumbled Clara while opening her eyes. Gathering the remnants of his consciousness.

"This afternoon, Non. The sky was already waiting for the princess's babble."

"Lo Rand Language. Tumbens!" Clara got up and sat down. The sky began to look orange, clearly visible from the glass wall before him.

"Non must be ready later run out Maghrib Tuan allows us to walk," said Randi and then out of the room.

Clara still sat quietly digesting Randi's words. "Walking around" it felt like Clara was so happy her father allowed her to go out on Sunday nights. He cheerfully got up from his seat and headed for the bathroom.

Then Clara chose a dress that would not have made Fachri Istighfar. But it turns out all the clothes are minimal. Finally Clara put on a t-shirt and jeans, then put on a vest dress given by Fachri. Clara mirrored as she pigtailed her horse hair and tidied the bangs.

Clara cheerfully went down every step of the stairs.

"Daddy's daughter is so beautiful!" praise Steven when he sees his daughter who looks different today.

"Beauty Dad. It's Daddy's daughter." Clara hugged her father tightly.

"Oh, you go there." Steven rubbed Clara's hair affectionately. "Randi and Fachri are waiting ahead" he continued.

Fachri looked surprised Clara wanted to wear the clothes she gave him this afternoon. The girl looked more graceful.

The three of them also left, going to the Mall and the night market to play with joy. Buy what Clara likes, ranging from food and items that interest her.

That night the most excited was Clara and Randi, Fachri still looked awkward. He never played around. Most of the time he spent studying and working.

Randi and Clara have been used to playing together since childhood. Until their relationship like brother and sister.

The last place they visited was a garden. Clara and Fachri were sitting on a patch of green grass and flower trees around her. Decorate flickering small lamp.

While Randi is buying drinks and snacks.

"Fachrive!" call Clara.

"Yes Non."

"How is that simple happy Lo?"

"Why did Non ask that. Is Non as long as unhappy?" asked Fachri without looking at Clara.

"Happy, I've been happy all along. With all the luxuries that daddy gave, I feel happy, although not entirely it can buy the happiness I want. But at least I'm luckier than those who live mediocre."

" Non is luckier in terms of material. But people's happiness cannot be measured by matter."

"Therefore I want to know happy according to Lo simple and simple how?"

"Simple happiness can be Non, but as simple as what he feels. This process of living can be called happiness. Like walking with 2 legs that step in unison but not in unison. There is always a love of grief that accompanies every process of happiness. Ask Non's own happy heart which is how he wants it. Because everyone's happiness is different."

"If you want to be happy how does Ri?"

That question sounds ridiculous, it could be Clara asked a question that does not make sense. Where there are people who can be happy. There must be sorrow that accompanies every happiness.

Fachri smiled at the question of the girl beside him.

"If you want to be happy continue to be Pocong aja Non. Two feet at the same time."

Clara laughed, The silly question was answered with an equally ridiculous answer.

"This is so if two people chat, it becomes complicated," said Randi who had somehow since when he returned.

Randi put a medium-sized bag of crackles in front of them.

"Lo tuch came straight," said Clara.

The night showed more elegance. Cold air began to seep through the pores of the night life. There are still many young people who survive the cold of the night.

The three people who have spent time having fun, now they set foot leaving the park and the beauty of the night. Clara poked her hand on Randi's shoulder, walking around in jest and a small laugh from both. Fachri could only stare at the familiarity of Randi and Clara. Come feel their happiness. The simple happiness.

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Real happiness is so simple that most people do not recognize it

Hello readers !

May you always be given happiness in walking every step of this life. . . Aamiins.