ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Local Rain

It's been 30 minutes since Fachri slept on Clara's lap. From the time he asked for which initially only 5 minutes.

The night air gradually began to scatter the cold. It penetrates the pores into the bone. Although the night has not shown his martyrdom, but Clara's heart was so bitter when she looked at the man's face in her lap. The face looked so peaceful.

Fachri opened his eyes when he heard the sound of Clara's stomach struggling to fill.

"You hungry Fa?"

Clara chuckles in shame. "Hehehe. . .lo wonder if the worm asked for rations."

"Oh, let's go down to eat first." Fachri got up from the fall, and sat down.

"Not praying yet Ri?" ask Clara.

Fachri gently stroked Clara's hair. The girl began to understand her obligations.

"Sholat is number 2."

Clara was astonished. "Not that you say we should put prayer first than any other business."

"The first Shahadah. Both prayers."

"It can be you!"

"Can be real."

Clara commented on the thin smile of hearing Fachri's words. It is true in the pillars of Islam prayer number two.

"So how do you want to eat first what is prayer first?" ask Fachri later.

"Ehmmm, pray first dech Ri."

"Rather than?" ask Fachri to make sure. "Later to pray instead think of eating you."

"No Fachriii. . . . We pray first. Later if the first meal, eat full, sleepy trus even males prayernya. This is my heart again, Ri. Can follow your advice yesterday."

Fachri grew increasingly anxious with his wife's words. It felt peaceful as Clara slowly began to understand her obligations. Although this is just the beginning.

He also invited his wife to come in. However, just as she was about to stand up Clara screamed in pain.

"Awwwww!" peekit Clara's.

Fachri's reflex captures Clara's body and sits her down again.

"Your legs must have been cramping" he said. Unasked, Fachri carried Clara's body into the room. Leaning Clara on the bed.

"Sorry Shafa! Because of me your legs hurt." Fachri's hand gently nibbled on Clara's leg.

"It's okay Ri. This is good. His blood circulation is smooth again."

Fachri stopped his hand. Clara also went to fetch water.

Finished with their obligations. Both of them went down to dinner.

After that they went back to the room. Fachri finished his script first so that tomorrow he could leave it to the lecturer.

Clara sat on the couch playing her phone. He was bored as he usually exchanged messages with the man he thought was Samuel.

"Why you?" fachri asked softly when he saw his wife looked bored. But he refocused on his laptop.

"It's okay Ri." Clara moved from her seat. Headed to bed. Something is missing indeed, it feels strange when he does not exchange messages with his best friend.

"Fachri" call Clara. The called one looks.

"What's wrong?"

"Next don't sleep on the floor. Just sleep here." Clara patted the bed next to him.

Fachri merely commented a thin smile while nodding. Then refocus on the task.

It didn't take long for Clara to fall asleep. Carefully Fachri got on the bed. Before going to bed, he looked at his wife's face.

"Sorry Shafa! If with this wedding, your social space is limited. But I will try to make your adolescence more beautiful. Your long journey has just begun Shafa. As long as I'm with you, I'll try to make you happy. And even though I'm not beside you, I hope you're still happy Shafa."

Then Fachri kissed his wife's forehead affectionately.

The silence of the night led him to the place of the contest. Break away from the mundane routine. Stretching his nerves that have been working all day.

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Morning work passed as usual. Fachri had to be patient waking Clara up.

After the shabuh he took Clara and Randi jogging. By restraining sleepiness Randi obeyed Fachri's invitation. And Clara too.

When returning from jogging the two laid their bodies on the terrace floor. Unconsciously they even fell asleep.

Fachri himself went straight in and cleaned himself up. When he came out of the bathroom, Fachri had not found his wife there.

He also went down. All the places he searched, but Clara didn't find him. There was a worry that was approaching. Fear of something happening when he is off guard.

Fachri remembered the front porch, and it turned out to be true. The two human children were still asleep there. An idea arose, he lit a faucet and took a hose of water commonly used to water the plants. Then point to the faces of Clara and Randi.

"Rain . . Rain. . . " Randi woke up shocked by the water hitting her face.

Clara was also shocked. "What rain is Rand? what rain?"

"Local rain" said Fachri who still holds a hose in his hand.

Clara and Randi understood that it was all Fachri.

"Relovely. . ." Clara rolled her eyes at Randi.

Randi knows the code of Clara. He nodded his head.

"ASSERBUUUUU!" exclaim both.

"Eh, what do you want?" asked Fachri was surprised to get an attack from two people who were colonized.

Clara takes over the water hose and Randi cradles Fachri's body from behind.

"We want to shower you, Fachri" said Clara.

Fachri's face received a spray of water from Clara. He tries to dodge but Randi holds his body.

"I took a shower earlier" cried Fachri. But Clara still squirts water.

"Sand once again to be cleaner," said Clara was happy to be able to work behind her husband.

Fachri didn't lose his mind, he turned his body. So that the one who was exposed to the water spray was Randi. Reflex, Randi releases Fachri's body.

"I became a wet follower Non," said Randi.

"Mistake itself. That's why it's the Fachrinya." Clara's not to blame.

Now Fachri's taking over the water hose. Spraying water on Randi and Clara. Spraying each other happens. The sound of laughter was heard from the three of them.

Fachri saw a very natural laugh from Clara. He can laugh. As if nothing was weighing him down.

It also did not escape the attention of the two guards watching from the guard post.

"Yes Din. We are not dizzy anymore with the actions of Non Clara who used to sneak away often," said Parjo.

"Hopefully everyone can be safe as this continues. Non Clara can get her happiness back."

"Din Amiin!"

After being satisfied playing in the cold morning water, they cleaned themselves.

Clara immediately prepared her school needs. Fachri also prepared for his lectures and work.

Before leaving, Fachri invited Clara to breakfast first. That girl is hard to eat breakfast with. Only on Fachri will he obey.

"Fa, I'll go back to school with me, will you?" ask Fachri. Both are on their way now.

Clara looked sumringah, only this time Fachri offered her to join the campus. "Are you really Fachri?"

"Yes" replied Fachri who was focused on driving.

"Later if your friend is who am I?" Clara looked at her husband. Worried that his presence would interfere.

"Just answer me, if you're my wife." Fachri looked at his wife for a moment.

"Aren't you ashamed of Ri?"

"Shame to be ashamed? You are my wife."

"But I'm a high school kid. You must be looking at it weird." Clara was not confident. He had never set foot on the campus. It must be people who are much more mature than he is.

"Just calm. They're all good."

The conversation halted when Clara arrived at school.

With her spirit the girl stepped towards the classroom. Greet Anin with her cheerful smile. His other classmates were also astonished. It's not usually Clara's that friendly.

"Hallo guys! A beautiful day for troubled souls."

"Sorry yes Ra. We are not upset souls" said one of his male friends.

Clara was already sitting with Anin while grimacing. "You just broke up with your boyfriend." His gaze turned again to Damar.

"My girlfriend is just a book and an assignment from Mr. Andre. Where to date."

"It's very bad lo Damar" said Clara, sad but mocking.

"Bat lo run out Ra. Tumben is so excited!" ask Anin.

"Friend again you should support dong Nin."

"Don't support Clara Nin. Gesrek he was. Sometimes diem sometimes mullah mulu ngolahin WA group notifications," said Damar again.

Clara floated next to her shoes towards Damar. "Basar lo Damarwulan."

"Will I be Cinderella? pake threw all the shoes again," muttered Damar.

The mood of the class became boisterous with the cheers of the other students.

"Who Ra! Ntar lo soul mate with Damar," said another.

"But amit-amit dah!" said Clara.

Damar also. "Gue is also ra. My shoes are back." Damar threw Clara's shoes back.

The class came back silent when the subject teacher had arrived.

During the break, the two walked to the cafeteria. Clara just ordered some juice, because she had breakfast.

Light jokes always accompany their every chat. There are only the ingredients of the joke of the two of them.

"Want me to guess?"

"Gue ogah thought of a silly guess from you."

"It's not so good to you Nin." Clara pursed her lips.

"What the hell is that?" Finally Anin relented to follow the idea of her best friend.

"Dengerin ya Nin. Those who buy do not want to use, those who use do not buy, those who sell do not want to use. What try?"

"Pampers"

"Not Anin. Look for the laen," said Clara, stirring her juice.

"No Samuel, I'm the target of your silliness" Anin grumbled in annoyance.

"Samuel retired chatan with me. Just answer me Nin!"

Anin drank his orange ice to reduce the irritation to his best friend.

"Gue is Ra. I don't play talent that way." Anin raise her hand.

"The answer is a shroud."

"It's good that it's noon. The answer is horror."

Clara smiled at her best friend who grumbled a few times because of her.

"Where did you get that guess?"

"From the app," replied Clara lightly.

Unexpectedly Anin even menonyor Clara's head while passing away. "The taste of lo main is so. Monday is the test."

Clara also chased after Anin who first moved. "How else, it's a hobby." One of the hands was holding the shoulder of his best friend.

"Find another hobby. Ngerjain Fachri's brother. It's more fun!" Anin then escaped.

Clara shouted to her friend who had run away.

"DANIIIINNN!!!"

He also chased back Anin who was far ahead.

When the clock came home from school, Fachri was ready to be parked. Waiting for the girl to come out. He still wears a black suit with a pink shirt. It looks strange indeed, but it's a shirt given by Clara. The girl ordered online well in advance.

Fachri himself doesn't mind. Not too bad for him. Cucok is yes.

Anybody want some advice for Fachri's visuals?

Sorry if Fachri's visuals don't match up!

I just had it that was 😅

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