ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Rights or Obligations

Steven rushes out of the office with Andi after getting word from Fachri.

With quick steps Steven entered the house and immediately looked for his daughter.

When he found his daughter okay, Steven was relieved. Clara immediately slid into her father's arms.

"Thank God you're okay, Clara. Daddy was so scared to hear you were almost kidnapped." Steven gently rubbed his daughter's head.

"Daddy take it easy. As long as there's Fachri, I'll be fine." Clara calmed her worried-looking father.

Steven took off his daughter's arms. He noticed the face in front of him, of course Steven saw a bruise there. Clara's not completely okay.

"Daddy will make the calculations with the man who made you like this Clara." Steven's tone was like threatening anyone who hurt his daughter. He never hurt Clara. Then suddenly someone else easily did just that.

"It's just a little wound, Dad. Don't overdo it."

"Still this can't be left to Clara. They tried to hurt you twice. Daddy won't stay quiet." Steven sighed. Then he turned to look at Fachri.

"Dad wants to talk to you Fachri" Steven said. Then he went with Andi to the workspace.

Fachri followed his father-in-law.

"Prepared Non surrounded by bodyguards with large bodies." Randi scares Clara.

"My bodyguard is just Fachri. I've just rested in the room. I want to rest too." Clara went up the stairs to her room.

Randi also moved from her seat. Walking in limp while holding his stomach that is still painful. Then he sat down at the dining table reserved exclusively for the servants of the house.

The mother looked on her son's heart full of wounds. Then he took food and offered it to his son.

"Tomorrow ask Fachri to teach you martial arts. Let's not be like this if it gets scraped." Bik Nani poured water into a glass and placed it in front of Randi.

"Yes Mom. I'll talk to Fachri."

Randi continued to eat the food provided by his mother. Thinking of the words of the mother. It is also necessary that he learn martial arts, after what happened. So that he can protect himself and others.

Fachri's done with his business. Following Clara's in-room. The girl looked well-groomed with a short-sleeved shirt and pants that were below the knee length. At least more closed than usual who only wear a tanktop and shorts above the knee.

Fachri approached Clara who was sitting on a chair leaning against her bed. His hands are busy playing with cell phones.

"Have Ri finished?" Clara stopped her hand-to-hand activities.

Fachri just nodded. "It's your turn now Clara." Fachri said in a nearly whispering voice. His face was getting closer to Clara's.

"M. . .You mean what is Fachri?" Clara's voice was shaking. Fachri drew his face closer. Cold sweat began to appear to be fading Clara. His hair was pinned back. He looks nervous. The shadow of dark events flashed again.

Clara closed her eyes. His hand squeezed the bed sheet strongly. Breath began to hunt from his nose.

Fachri realizes Clara is still traumatized. Both of his palms cupped the face of the girl before him who was getting more and more frightened. "Clara open your eyes. . .! It's me Fachri." Fachri said in a rather loud tone. Convince the girl in front of him. But Clara didn't open her eyes.

"Open your eyes Clara. . .!" Fachri repeated his sentence. Sounds more assertive than before. Making Clara jump in shock and open her eyes. "Gear me Clara. I'm Fachri. Not anyone else." Fachri further affirmed his words. Her hands still cupped Clara's face.

"I'm still scared of Fachri." Said Clara with eyes that looked flushed. She let her tears go.

Fachri smiled. Then bring Clara's face attached to the chest of her field. "What do you think Clara is? I can't possibly mess with you." Fachri kissed the top of the head of the girl in his arms. "You don't have to be afraid."

Clara lifted her face from Fachri's chest. Staring at the face of the man who was her husband. Fachri understood Clara's gaze which implied a question.

"I just want to slowly help fight your trauma. So that you don't get caught up in the incident." said Fachri softly.

Clara wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I. . I can fight my own trauma Fachri. Slowly it will also disappear." said Clara rather hesitantly. He himself is not sure can easily come out of the shadow of events that have claimed his honor. Leave the dark light in him. Making himself slumped and lost his mind to commit suicide. Fachrilah who at that time became a glimmer of hope that made him rise again.

"Yes Clara. I forgot who you are. You are a smart girl, of course you can face everything yourself. I don't think I'm needed anymore." Fachri turned his face. Pretending to put on a disappointed face. He changed his sitting position sideways. Want to know the reaction of Clara who was pretending to be tough. His soul is still bound by a dark time.

"alright. Forget about that problem. I'm just teasing you too." Fachri spoke again facing Clara. His sturdy hand held the girl's arm in front of him and gave a light massage.

"Are you really going to massage me like Randi was?" Ask Clara. Even though he knew most likely that would be done.

Fachri reviewed his faint smile. "Just a light massage, Clara. So that your muscles are not too tense. You must have been as strong as trying to fight them before I came. And you hurt them, too." Fachri's hand was still continuing to massage Clara's arm.

Now he turned Clara's body on his back. Put a small amount of pressure on your back and shoulders.

"I'm just trying to protect myself as much as I can, but still my strength isn't strong enough."

"That's good enough for self-defense. Trying to fight back with all his might and hurt the opponent as much as possible." Silent moment. Fachri pulled Clara's neck to the left and right. It made Clara scream in pain.

Shouts for the sake of shouting began to echo in the room. Fachri continues his activities.

Until the people below looked at each other shrouded in curiosity. With the exception of Randi who can already guess what Fachri does. Like what was done to him.

Steven and Andi are still busy in the workspace, so it's not very audible Clara's voice.

Not long after Fachri went down. Go to the kitchen and ask Bik Nani to prepare food for Clara.

When he was ready, he brought him up. In the room, Clara seemed to have sat down at her study table. Busy with school textbooks.

Fachri placed a tray of food in front of Clara.

"Eat first Ra. Learn it later."

"Well eat it. I chased this deadline. All the tasks I have to collect tomorrow." Clara said without looking. His fingers were busy with pens filling the answers in the task book.

Fachri again grabbed a tray of food that his girl did not touch. Put it on another table and just take a food plate. Then take a chair to sit next to the girl who is busy with her duties.

"Ra's feeding the little boy a right or an obligation?" Ask Fachri while cutting the side dish with a spoon.

"Obligations are Fachri." Answer Clara casually.

"You're wrong. The truth is right." Fachri thrust a spoonful of food in front of Clara's mouth.

It made Clara frown in wonder. What exactly does Fachri mean?

" Let's open your mouth. Haaaaaqb. . . !" Fachri said later. His mouth also openly demonstrate the word "Haaaakkkk" like someone who persuades his child when it is difficult to eat.

Clara is made to smile by Fachri's mannerisms. He opened his mouth to receive food from Fachri.

"Smart big baby. . .!" Said Fachri because his persuasion was successful.

"Why am I a big baby. I was already big. But not a baby anymore." Clara's repulsion when her mouth food has been swallowed.

"Yes, it's okay. You are like my big baby, which I have to take care of and care for. To be loved wholeheartedly."

Clara was happy to get a sweet treatment from Fachri. It was like a flower that was always showered with love. Until it can grow radiantly spread beauty.

Fachri continues to feed Clara until the food is served as a toilet. After that Clara continued her activities. Fachri also began to be busy also completing his almost perfect script.

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*Everybody has a failed ration. Then spend your failed rations while still young.

~Dahlan Iskan*~