ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Zahra~Accbar 2

"Let's get Maghriban ready!" bring Fachri. Clara is still editing photos.

"Yes Mas Fachri." Clara got up from her seat. But instead of going to the bathroom, he asked Fachri for his opinion about the photos he edited.

"Dear not Ri?"

Fachri noticed the photo for a moment, but he did not comment. Instead, take something from the closet. Fachri held a long blue cloth. It looks like a shawl but is made of soft, pliable fabric.

Fachri put the cloth on Clara's head. Form a hijab that looks beautiful.

"This new beautiful Shafa dear!" fachri.

Clara frowned between surprise and delight at Fachri's last words.

"Darling!" Clara repeated the word.

"Why?" Fachri asked seductively. "Can't you call your own wife "Honey"?"

Clara laughed giggling. "By the hell, just amused by it."

Fachri even tickled Clara's stomach and waist because of anxiety. "Here's her name's new ticklish, Shafa."

Clara's laughter is further broken by Fachri's tickling. The two collapsed on each other, lying on the bed. Fachri was still teasing his wife who from earlier could not hold amused.

Both of them were silent when they looked at each other. Fachri's position is right above Clara's.

Clara's heart seemed to want to jump out. It's beating hard and it's not bad. Fachri felt the same way.

While outside the orange sky that once looked beautiful, slowly faded. Shaken by the darkness that came to greet.

Adzan maghrib has gone. Calling the Khaliq.

Fachri immediately got out of Clara's body. "Astaghfirulloh!"

Clara also woke up, "Why istighfar Ri? we are married."

"I'm Istighfar for forgetting something."

"Forgot what?"

Fachri rubbed his wife's hair. "Forgot that we have Adhan, we pray first."

The scarf that had covered Clara's head had been released due to their struggle earlier.

Clara immediately complied with her husband's invitation. They both pray together.

After that, Fachri wanted to teach his wife to teach. But Clara refused.

"Sometimes, dech Ri is not his salary. I have to study, Monday is the final exam." Clara started to stand up. She found a good reason to postpone her husband's invitation.

"Just a minute, just 30 minutes. After that you learn." Fachri tried to persuade his wife.

"10 Minutes to Fachri." Clara made an offer.

"No, stay 30 minutes."

"15 minutes."

"20 minutes "

"15 minutes, Fachri."

After arguing with each other, Fachri took the middle ground. "Ok then, 15 minutes. Start tomorrow 15 minutes before maghrib and 15 minutes after maghrib."

Clara was singing her lips. "That's equal to 30 minutes. You cheated on Fachri."

"Don't keep bidding. Let's get started!"

Fachri begins teaching Clara. It was difficult to teach his wife. But, Fachri painstakingly led his wife until he could.

"Ri, teach me to dance dong! Let's be great like you," asked Clara after she finished teaching.

Fachri folded his alphabet. "Yes, after the test I taught. Same with Randi."

"really yes. Don't lie!" Clara Excited. Fachri's only worried about trying to please him.

Then he took the clothes hanger beside the closet. Tidying up.

"Look Shafa dear."

"So, start flirtatious ya Ri." Walking to put his neat face hung behind the door.

"The same wife."

Clara walked closer to her husband. "Yes, it's up to you. It's not a lie, unfortunately."

Unexpectedly, Fachri grabbed Clara's waist. Close up.

"I've never played around with Shafa's feelings. Do I need to prove it now?"

Clara nodded nervously. His face was only a short distance away from Fachri's chest. Although for the size of a woman she has included height, but, compared to the body of a tall sturdy fachri still not comparable.

"You-you want to do what Fachri?" Clara's getting nervous. He ventured to look up at the man who was holding him.

Fachri reviewed the smile. "You think?" He deliberately seduced his wife.

His face was getting closer, until his forehead fused with his wife's forehead.

The cold sweat went out without being asked. Fachri could feel the coldness of Clara's skin from fear. His eyes closed and he bit his own lips.

Fachri understood that his wife was still not spared from her trauma. It is hard to heal a wounded soul. Moreover, his injuries were very deep.

"Never be afraid! Never Shafa!" Fachri switched to holding both of Clara's shoulders.

Clara still closed her eyes. Visible clear crystal circles began to slide.

"If you're still stuck with your fear, how can you live alone without me Shafa."

Clara opened her eyes. "Are you going to leave me?"

Fachri seemed silent. Why did that sentence suddenly slide from his lips.

"Jawab Fachri! Are you planning to leave me?" peekit Clara's. He is afraid of losing. Fear of being left behind by the figure that has been supporting his soul.

"No Shafa. There is no intention of leaving you. Except. . ." Fachri cut out his sentence. Doubt to say it.

"Except what Fachri?"

"Unless destiny separates. We don't know how long we're gonna be."

Fachri hugged his wife while peeping the top of his head. "Don't talk like that Shafa. I can't stand to see you get hurt. Your tears are like wounds to me."

Fachri took off his embrace . The tears of Clara.

"Mistake it yourself you're talking slack." Clara also wiped her own tears with her hands. Trying to stay strong. Although Fachri's words could have been a new fear for him. Afraid to lose.

"I'm sorry! Now study there!"

"I'm not in the mood to learn. I want to talk to you about something, Fachri."

After that Clara went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Fachri stared at his wife's body, which was then lost behind the bathroom door. It seemed that he could not accompany Clara for a long time. There was something he felt. Fear also approached him. Therefore he is determined to prepare Clara, so that the girl can be independent someday.

Clara's future still lies ahead. Fachri doesn't want Clara's teenage years to go to waste. He will paint the bright colors of life for his wife.

When she was finished from the bathroom, Clara invited Fachri to sit in the balcony of her room.

She asked permission to lie on her husband's shoulder. Fachri nodded, giving permission.

Clara also wrestled spoiled on Fachri's boat. "Do the stars in the sky look beautiful in Fachri's eyes?"

"Yes, they are night decorations. A speck of light that is only visible in the darkness of the night. They form their own group. Unite together to decorate the emptiness of the night sky."

"You're like that star, too, Fachri. You are my light in the dark. You came to give me beauty in my life."

"It is your destiny that leads me to you. I just follow my life. And he brought me to you."

"Why did you marry me then? I am a girl full of stains. I'm the girl who ruined her future." Clara lifted her head from Fachri's shoulder.

Fachri was struck by the question. What is the right answer to his wife's question asking for an explanation.

For a moment Fachri asked his mind to synchronize with his heart to string the words together.

"Because I want to fix something that's broken. I want to keep him." At last, only those words could be put together.

"What are you doing to fix and keep something that's not worth it?" Although his lips spoke but, his eyes looked far away at the flashing stars in the sky.

"You deserve it. I'll make it 'worthy' back. Never be discouraged!. Take a lesson from all these events Shafa." Fachri looked at his wife's face in the dim light of night.

The face that still leaves the livability. In front of others he can be cheerful, laughing without burden. It was as if he had never harbored grief.

But rest assured, people always hide the emptiness of the heart behind their cheerful attitude. His laughter was a shield to hide the sorrow. He did not want to be seen as a weak soul. Even though all he showed was pure rigidity.

"You know Shafa's dust. People take it as something small. Something that needs to be eliminated because it is disturbing. It is often called something dirty. But know! Dust is the last will to be holy when no water is found. So, everything that is created in this world has its own role. Nothing is in vain. Even if it's dust."

Clara looked at Fachri. He knew this man beside him was like a living book to him. Will come out a beautiful scratch when he needs a spirit injection. Always keep a soothing network of language speech.

How can he not love the man next to him? There was no gap in Clara's heart to deny that feeling. He has completely fallen in the charm of Fachri. But he felt that there was still a wall between them.

"Do you love me?"

Finally the hardest question for Fachri came up. Her girl asks for the certainty of love with the expression of the word.

The coolness of the night breeze was unable to open the way for Fachri's lips. His tongue is confused when asked to say the word love. The word he wanted to avoid after the incident that completely stifled his soul. A word that had drowned his soul in frost.

No one asked about his past. No one knows how love imparts trauma to Fachri.

"Your residence gives two conclusions Fachri. You understand what two conclusions I mean!" clara said later. Because Fachri never answered. The man just stared at her without a word.

With great difficulty, Fachri began to move his tongue, which felt like it was in love. "Is after everything we've been through together not enough to answer your question? Ask your heart Shafa! The answer is in your own heart."

"I need Fachri's certainty. I'm afraid you married me out of pity. Because I don't want mercy from anyone else."

Fachri understood his wife's concerns. He held the two girls' hands gently beside him.

"Marriage is no joke Shafa. It is a sacred promise before God. I say it with heart. Isn't that enough to give you certainty about how I feel?" fachri said with great caution.

"You are very smart to leave my question, Fachri," said Clara with a smile that began to emit again. There is nothing more important than a proof of love except by the sacred promise of marriage. He knows Fachri must be serious about the decision he has taken.

"I'm sorry Shafa! I'm too weak to reveal what you're asking. I hope one day you'll understand my reasons." Fachri's heart murmur.

The night wind is getting sharper accompanying the chaos of the heart and love of the two people who wrestle spoiled under thousands of stars. Fachri and Clara reviewed each other's smiles. Now replace Fachri who asked to be spoiled by his wife.

He put his head on Clara's little boat. A gentle swab of the plump fingers he felt. The love of a lover can be regained. No one knows how Fachri struggled alone against the fears he had been craving all along.

Fachri is just an ordinary human being. He has a hidden past. There is a wound behind his strong and firm attitude. All he showed was a Fachri full of calm. Keep trying to motivate someone. Though it was also to motivate himself who was still in the process of recovering from his old wounds.

However, who would have thought his encounter with Clara was able to fade his wounds. Clara's charm has drawn her heart out of her pit. The mischievous girl who was much of a whim but was endowed with genius, had moved Fachri's soul.

At first he was forced to meet the girl because of the request of Steven, who is now his father-in-law. Starting from the compulsion that he again got his soul full of love. Even though he was unable to say that word again.

"Fachri it's time, will you continue like this?" clara's Scolds. Fachri was closing his eyes. Either sleep real or just sleep-sleep chicken.

"Are you sleeping?" For the first time Clara held her husband's cheek. Instantly his blood rippled. Her husband's face completely filled her soul.

"I already feel Fachri's cramp. Come awake!" he shouted with a high voice. Clara tries to master herself from her husband's charms.

"Don't scream! I'll massage your shoulders before I go to sleep." Fachri raised his head. His eyes blinked, looking red in there. Then Fachri was asleep.

"You can fall asleep" said Clara. His hands boldly cupped Fachri's face. Then menguyel-uyel face like a child.

"It's Shafa, stop it!" Fachri was still not fully conscious from his momentary slumber. It's back to evaporating.

Instead of waking up, Fachri instead stretched his body back on a long bench where he now sits with Clara. His wife's thighs also made a pillow.

No doubt, Clara was shocked to make it. She tried to wake her husband up again.

"Wake Fachri!"

"Please let me be like this for 5 minutes." Without opening his eyes Fachri spoke.

Finally Clara left Fachri like that for a moment. She was a bit awkward with the situation her husband created. What's he supposed to be? Does it caress Fachri's hair? like a mother who is looking at her child. Then sing a lullaby.

"Tumben you're spoiled once today. It's not like you usually act like this Fachri." Clara said to herself because Fachri made no sound at all.

The calmness of being in Clara's lap made Fachri reluctant to move. He actually found a docked room. His heart came back to life with the love of a woman.

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Sometimes a person is able to manipulate themselves according to circumstances so as not to be considered weak. Like a chameleon adjusting itself to the color in which it rests. At least it can protect him.