ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Fachri Majnun's

"Sleding is Ri!" exclaim Adiba.

"La Fachri's. Afwan ana just kidding. No more's. Dalem nyuwun pangapunten. Muk!" Nature raises her hand with two fingers. Again, he uses mixed language.

"That's the language, what a hodgepodge!" Clara chimed in. He also did not understand the words of nature. Except the english.

"Maclum Clara. This nature there is Solo blood on its foundation. So, if you talk like there is a language of the answer," said Salsa.

"Nature, aina daftari? Alladzi tastangir al amsi," Fachri's pinta. He sat down next to Clara.

Nature was also seen issuing a notebook belonging to Fachri which he had borrowed.

"Hadza Fachri's. Syukron katsir." Handing over a book to Fachri.

Fachri received the book and put it in his bag.

" Astangir aidlon roster Fachri. Uridu an aqro'a baitus syi'ri min Fachri Majnun" Reza said.

"La Reza's. Yakfis. You'll laugh at my writing."

"And we have called you Fachri Majnun. Like the poet of true love the Sufi."

" Takallam madza antum. Al an hiya habibatul. Laisat mar'ah al madli." Fachri looked at Clara who was beside him.

Fachri's words increasingly make his friends struggling to ask for an explanation. Is Fachri really out of his past?

After what happened in the past. It's hard for his friends to believe what Fachri said.

"You're obviously in Ri! Who's Clara?" pinta Fathir who from earlier could not bear to ask.

Fachri widened his lips, clearly a blissful hue there. No longer the sadness.

"Yes zaujati."

All were shocked. Just be right! Fachri married a high school girl. It doesn't feel possible for them. Thats impossible.

"Seriously you're Fachri?" said Salsa

"This is the son of Ri. Don't mess around!" Adiba.

"You will be scolded by Seto!" Hasan also spoke.

Fachri smiled at his friends who did not believe that the girl he brought was his wife. "i'm serious. Want proof?" Fachri faced Clara and kissed her forehead.

Clara herself looked surprised. Suddenly, Fachri did it in front of his friends. She did not know the meaning of the answer her husband said.

"Hasan don't look!" Reza closed Hasan's eyes with both hands.

So did Nature who closed Faathir's eyes.

"Don't look at Thir!"

Hasan and Fathir shook hands that closed their eyes.

Adiba and Salsa were no less shocked to see the scene just now.

"You believe it? So don't call me Majnun anymore. Because I've got my bidadar," said Fachri while embracing Clara's shoulder casually.

No one thought that a girl like Clara could win Fachri's heart. Men are notoriously cold with women. He is only familiar with Salsa, his best friend since High School.

They haven't been able to interrogate Fachri again. There was a student who approached, telling Fachri that Mr. Anwar told him to come to his room.

"Yes, I met Mr. Anwar first" said Fachri, rising from his seat.

"She just go Ri. Surely you are told to replace the children in the first semester," said Hasan.

He understood the habit of Mr. Anwar who asked Fachri for help to teach Arabic children in the first semester.

"Salsa, please invite Clara to eat the bagin. Keep her company until I'm done, '" Pinta Fachri.

"Berez Fachri."

"I'm sorry Ra! I have to go again" said Fachri, holding Clara's head still in her seat.

The sweetest smile on Clara's tiny lips. "Yes Fachri. No problem, your friend here is fun. So, I won't get bored here."

Fachri stepped away after greeting them. Clara thought, maybe this is her chance to find out who Fachri really is. There are many things hidden from her husband. Or indeed all this time he had never asked about Fachri's life before meeting him.

"Clara, how long have you been married?" ask Hasan.

"It was only about two months ago" Clara replied.

"Have you known me for a long time?" now Fathir is asking the question.

"No. I haven't known Fachri for a long time. Just one month before marriage."

Clara's answer really surprised them all. Such a short meeting, how could they get married so quickly?

"Do you really love each other?" ask Adiba.

Clara gave a smile as sweet as possible. "Love can grow over time. Fachri was very kind to me, only this time I met a man like him. There is so much love he gives. His attention, he said, was that the charm of Fachri that was setting me up gave me answers. I love him and maybe vice versa. Because Fachri has never given me a word of love. He never told me that. But all his attention was saying that."

"May your household always be sheltered with love. I'm so happy that Fachri has found his love again" Salsa said.

From what you can see, Fachri has lately looked more cheerful. He could see the happiness of his friend. It turns out this is what makes Fachri back the way he was.

Salsa takes Clara to the canton on Fachri's orders. When Clara asked about Fachri, Salsa did not give the answer she wanted.

"I can see Fachri's happiness again because of you Clara. Rest assured Fachri must have opened his heart just for you!" salsa said before they split.

Clara did not have time to say anymore because Fachri was getting closer to her to take her home.

What does Salsa mean? Clara doesn't understand.

All he knew was that Fachri never showed his sadness. He is a tough guy and always gives him a sweet smile since it is halal.

Then what does it mean that Fachri has opened his heart only to himself? Did Fachri have a previous lover? Questions returned to his mind.

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On the way home, Clara was silent. He leaned his head in the car seat as he looked at the crowded street by the traffic that afternoon.

Fachri thinks Clara must have harbored a curiosity about her. A few of his friends had alluded to his personal problems that Clara had not known.

Clara still seemed silent at home. He is at odds with his own mind. Between doubt and curiosity. Afraid to make Fachri offended by his curiosity. He goosebumps himself overshadowing the glare of Fachri's sharp eyes when angry.

But he was very curious. Finally, Clara took time for the taste that engulfed her heart and mind. Find the right time to ask for Fachri's explanation.

Clara's evenings should be preoccupied with her school books. Monday he has to take his final semester exam.

The days just pass by. Fachri is also often called Steven during the night. They talked about the hotel plan that was a little more to be completed.

While leaving school, Clara was still busy with her textbooks. He focused more on the school exam. Until I forget a little bit about her curiosity. They only talk to each other as necessary because of their respective activities.

That morning Fachri invited Clara and Randi to jog. He wanted to start teaching martial arts to both.

"Now you two do push ups and sit ups!" fachri's orders.

"Capek Fachri.." - Clara.

"No one can complain. If you want to be able to play you have to be ready physically and mentally. Do it now!" fachri's orders were firm.

"Your staff Ri" cried Randi.

Fachri just glared at Randi. He gave no tolerance when he educated martial arts. Even Clara got the same treatment.

After the heating process is complete Fachri gives a little direction. Clara and Randi are tired because they are not used to the exercises that they think are heavy. That was just the initial warm-up.

"In martial arts, speed, accuracy and concentration are very important. Tomorrow we will begin the basic technique. Just enough warming up today. Make your muscles better prepared for the next training. For beginners like you who have not mastered martial arts, what will you do if you get an impromptu attack?" ask Fachri at the end of the sentence.

"Kabur aja Ri," said Randi.

"Defend as much as possible until you get help" said Clara.

"OK." Fachri was still standing while giving a briefing.

"For beginners like you who have not mastered martial arts, the first. Fight as much as possible. Usually people who get a sudden attack will appear instinct to defend themselves. Use objects around that can hurt your opponent.

The second. Shouted for help.

In a desperate situation scream as loud as possible to ask for help so that people around realize there are people in danger.

Third one. Run like the wind.

Sometimes when panicking, the energy will present itself. So that out of natural strength to run as fast as possible to survive the danger.

And the fourth. Resignedly.

For those who cannot do the above. The last option is to move. Resignation does not mean surrender. That's the last way you don't die silly in the hands of criminals. In this situation, believe in the power of the do'a. Sure, there will be help coming."

After finishing with his brief explanation of how to protect himself, Fachri looked at Clara and Randi who were just listening while paying attention to him.

"You understand?" ask Fachri firmly

"Yes Fachri. Understood." Clara and Randi answered simultaneously.

Then Fachri laid his body on the ground with green grass. He wants to enjoy the morning sun and the cool breeze.

"Ok Fachri, I have to get ready to take Mr. Steven to the office" Randi said. He wants to stand. However, Fachri's voice undoes it.

"Dad has gone to the office with Pak Andi. So, you don't have to bother today," said Fachri with eyes still closed in the sun.

Randi could only sigh in wonder. Tumben once Mr. Steven to the office with his secretary. Maybe they have important business. Thought Randi.

"Aren't you at Fachri's office?" ask Clara. He was still sitting with both hands behind his back as a pedestal. His feet still felt sore.

"No" answered Fachri briefly. His eyes opened and sat down. "Today the three of us will go for a walk" he said later.

A joyful hue instantly radiated from Clara's face. So did Randi. They have not spent time together for a long time.

Clara squealed in excitement. Today he wants to have fun outside.

Then the three of them went into the house. Cleanse themselves each.

Clara and Fachri take turns to take a bath.

After taking a shower, Clara chose clothes that fit her. He took a red dress that was only knee-length. Then he returned it again. Fachri prefers girls who are closed. Try me wearing the Muslim dress that I bought yesterday. Clara Mumbled.

Then he wears a yellow shirt with long sleeves. His subordinate wears blue jeans. Then he wore a veil that was the same color as the subordinates he was wearing.

Fachri who had just come out of the bathroom immediately went wide. Clara looks prettier with the veil she wears. He gave thanks in his heart. Clara wants to change for the better.

"It's weird Ri I'm dressed like this" said Clara.

"You're beautiful Shafa."

Fachri's praise made Clara blush in embarrassment and then notice herself in front of the mirror.

Fachri himself is ready with his casual clothes. Then he took something from his wallet.

"Shafa is for you." Fachri gave his wife an ATM card.

Clara frowned in wonder. Why did Fachri give him an ATM card.

"I don't need it Fachri. I got my own savings from daddy. That's more than enough for my needs." Clara refused her husband's subtle gifts.

"This is your right Shafa. I am now your husband and obligated to give you a living. Please help me fulfill my obligations by receiving the living I give."

Clara was silent for a moment. Still digesting her husband's words. "All right! I'll take Fachri, "he said later. His hand received an ATM from Fachri.

"Thank you Shafa!"

"I should be the one to thank you Fachri."

"Just the same."

They both throw smiles at each other. Not to forget Fachri also told the password of the card he gave his wife.

Both of them went out of the room. Randi was also ready downstairs waiting for them. When looking at Clara's different appearance than usual. Randi immediately threw his joke.

"Well! Fachri really came here."

"Don't start dech Rand!" said Clara.

"Let's go!" bring Fachri.

"We didn't have breakfast yet, Ri?" ask Randi.

"We're just eating out Rand." Fachri and Clara are in the back seat.

"Am I the one who should drive?"

"It was Rand. Who else would you like!" clara said from the car.

Randi also according. He drives the car.

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~La Fachri's. Afwan ana just kidding. No more's. Dalem nyuwun pangapunten. Suers!

Fachri. Excuse me. I was just kidding. It won't be anymore. I'm sorry. Really am!

~Aina files? Tastangir al amsi.

Where's book? the one you borrowed yesterday.

~Hadza Fachri's. Syukron.

It's Fachri. Thank you very much.

~Astangir aidlon register Fachri. Uridu an aqro'a baitus syi'ri min Fachri Majnun.

I also borrowed your book Fachri. I want to read the verse verse from Fachri Majnun.

~Takallam madza antum hotel. Al an hiya habibatul. Laisat mar'ah al - madli.

What are you talking about. Now he's my heart's lover. Not the woman that used to be.

~Hiya zaujati

She's my wife

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