ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Fighting

Clara felt her head was very heavy. Slowly he opened his eyes. Perfecting his surrounding view. His hands and feet were tied. His place is very foreign at the moment. A square room that looks unkempt. Lots of dust and cobwebs in the ceiling of that room. There were chairs and tables scattered. Like a warehouse. The stuffy air made Clara feel uncomfortable and crowded.

No light shone on that place. There is only a small vent at the top. The light is not enough for lighting.

He moved his head to regain consciousness.

Fachri was still unconscious with his hands and feet tied. Clara began to remember, she was made unconscious by some people who suddenly attacked her. And so is Fachri.

"Fachri, wake!" Clara tried to resuscitate Fachri with a slight cough. It's unusual for a dirty, stuffy place. No response from Fachri. He shifted the chair, with great difficulty he moved with the chair he was sitting on, approaching Fachri.

Clara's leg attempted a small kick at Fachri's leg. "Let's get up!" Clara spoke in a voice that was not too loud. There must be guards outside. He didn't want to make things worse with his screams.

After trying as much as possible, there was finally movement from Fachri. The man's eyes began to open.

"Are you okay Shafa?" That was the first sentence Fachri said after waking up. The tone of worry was clearly heard in his sentence.

"I'm fine." Even though he said he was fine, he was still coughing. The air in the room really made his chest tight.

"I'll try to get us out of this place." Fachri convinced Clara and himself. "Close! I'll untie your hands."

Clara also tried to align her chair beside Fachri.

With his teeth, Fachri tries to unbind Clara who only uses a rope. He was tied up with a chain.

"They're smart now Fachri. You're tied up in chains because you know you can't be easily defeated" Clara said.

"But they're also wrong to take you for granted. You can now go." Fachri has managed to untie one bond.

"I just got a little Fachri. Where can I fight them."

"Now the key is confidence and determination to fight back. We should try Shafa." Fachri looked at Clara with confidence.

"Now you take the thing in my shoe before anyone comes!" fachri's orders later.

"Where's Ri?"

"The left shoe. Beside the heel."

Clara crouched down with one hand trying to feel Fachri's shoes. Then find a small box. Similar old fashioned phone.

"You sock, Fachri!" Clara shuddered in disgust with the thing she had taken earlier. Hold it with two fingers. Hang it in the air.

"Look, every day Siti washes my socks. I change socks every day."

"She smells Ri."

"Don't complain about that! Now you press the On button and then press the green button."

"It's Ri."

"Give it back to where it is!"

Clara performing instructions from Fachri. He put it back in the shoes Fachri was wearing.

"What was Ri for?" ask Clara curiously.

"That was the emergency phone I used when pressed. All my best friends have, and all you did was send an emergency signal to my best friend. That means I need help. They will come to our aid" said Fachri.

Clara tried to untie her other hand. But, Fachri heard there was a rush of steps that were getting closer. Fachri quickly tidied Clara's bond that he had opened. So that they do not suspect, if the bond is already open.

Sure enough, there was a middle-aged man in a neat suit entering the room. Followed by the guards with a brown map.

"Hallo's sweet uncle's nephew!" greet the man with a mocking grin. "How are you doing? did my men hurt you?" tanyanya.

Clara and Fachri could only stare in wonder at the man's words.

"Why silence? You confused?" The man's hand touched Clara's cheek. With a quick movement, Clara turned her face away. A wry smile appeared on the face of the man who touched her.

"Who are you? dare to touch me." Clara asked out loud.

"Oh yes. We haven't gotten acquainted. I am your uncle. Uncle Max. Maxime"

Clara did not understand the words of the person who claimed to be her uncle. While Fachri chose to close his eyes and meditate to restore energy. The anesthetic injected into his body, made him lose a little energy. It's hard to concentrate.

"Steven hid your identity neatly. Until I had trouble finding you. He didn't even introduce you to me." The person who claimed to be Uncle Max continued his words.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't understand it either. I'm your father's brother."

"Daddy has no brothers. And if you're really my uncle, there's no way you're gonna kidnap your own niece. Stuck in a dirty place like this. You seem like a poor person who is hallucinating" Clara said boldly.

"Haha...!" laughter echoed in the room. "I'm really poor now, so I'm asking you to sign a transfer of ownership of all the assets your father inherited in your name to be in my name."

Maxime grabbed the brown map his men brought. Then signal for Clara's bond to be opened. Maxime pulled out the contents of the map and told Clara to sign.

"I won't let a man like you take possession of daddy's treasure." Clara brushed off the sheets of the file until it was scattered on the floor.

"How dare you refuse!" hardik Maxime with growl. His men pick up the scattered dossier.

"You have to handle those files." Maxime took out a knife from his pocket. Putting Clara's neck on.

"Hi Fachri! Look at your little wife! Don't just sleep. What can you do to save your rebellious girl?" Maxime scratches Clara's neck blade. Blood came out accompanied by a helpless cry of Clara. Along with that, Fachri opened his eyes. He saw how Clara grimaced in pain and blood began to melt from her neck.

"Sorry little girl! My knife accidentally touched your skin." Maxime put on a fake face of guilt. He did it intentionally. Intending to make Clara and Fachri comply. But it turns out he was wrong.

With just one move from Fachri's eyes, Maxime's knife fell on the floor. Makes everyone wonder. Then he can also break away from the chains that shackle his hands and feet.

Maxime looked tense, his plan did not go smoothly. He hasn't got Clara's signature yet. But Fachri was able to break free.

Amidst everyone's panic, Clara immediately took refuge behind Fachri's body. Maxime shouted calling all his men to come in.

Fachri is increasing alertness. His eyes watched everyone who entered. Their numbers are too many. If Fachri forces a fight, it could endanger Clara. Moreover, the girl behind him was already injured.

Slowly Fachri shifted his body to the wall. He deliberately provoked people to get closer to him. After everyone entered and did not block the exit, Fachri stomped his feet once. Using his inner energy to subvert his enemy. When everyone was on the floor, Fachri pulled Clara out of the room.

They both went down the stairs. When they got below, they were both confused about where to run, because it turned out to be a fairly large building. There are plenty of rooms there.

Above the kidnappers had started down the stairs chasing them. Fachri and Clara immediately entered one of the rooms to hide.

With breath still hunting, the two sat on the floor leaning against the wall. At least they can rest for a while, before the kidnappers discover his whereabouts.

Fachri tore the bottom of his shirt to bandage Clara's injured neck.

"I'm sorry Shafa! I'm late to help you. You get hurt like this." Fachri's hand was still wrapped around Clara's neck.

"You should have used your strength before the man hurt me" Clara said in a slightly restrained voice as a result of her injured neck.

"I have to gather energy first Shafa. The anesthetic made my body a little weak. I'm sorry!" Fachri spoke with guilt. His hands cupped Clara's already messy face and sweat adorned her pretty face.

Clara held back Fachri's hand. "It's not entirely your fault, Fachri. The wrong ones hurt me."

"I hope you're strong Shafa. We have to hold on until my best friends come to our aid."

Clara gave a nod. Her tears almost came out because of her depressed heart. Fachri immediately carried Clara in his arms. Understand his wife's fears.

"We can definitely get out of here. Trust Shafa. We have to be sure we can get through this." Fachri rubbed Clara's back and then kissed the top of her head.

Fachri took off his embrace when he heard the approaching footsteps. He led Clara to stand behind the door.

"Let's just say we're playing an action movie, like the one you used to watch" whispered Fachri.

A second later, the door opened. Fachri kicked the door so hard that it made the person on the doorstep collapse. Instantly, everyone charged towards Fachri.

Clara is shocked by what Fachri did, using her body as a weapon. "You really are Majnun Fachri."

Just now Clara took off her grip on Fachri's body, there's been another instruction.

"Snuggle!" fachri said firmly. Clara ducked down while holding her head. Fachri's leg kicked the man who was about to hit Clara from behind.

Clara's heart was beating. Fear and tension mixed into one.

"Stay behind me Shafa." Fachri positioned himself in front of Clara.

The unequal fight happened again. Fachri has to try harder against them.

Clara fought as much as she could. Several times he was also hit. Fachri tells Clara not to fight. But Clara did not give up. He continued to fight even though his body was already in all pain. Occasionally Fachri uses his inner power to paralyze the enemy. There was no other choice but to bring out his inner energy.

For a long time Fachri's energy began to weaken. Clara was also taken captive by them.

"Stop Fachri! Your wife is in our hands" exclaimed Maxime. A satisfied smile adorned his slick face.

Fachri immediately stopped his resistance. Staring at Clara who was held by two men.

With no other choice, Fachri must give up on Clara. He was willing to be beaten by the criminals.

Clara screamed hysterically seeing Fachri being beaten.

"If you want your husband to be safe sign all these files." Maxime gave Clara the file.

After Clara received the file, Maxime gestured for his men to stop beating Fachri.

"Don't Clara! Don't sign the files" said Fachri, who was helpless. His body was weak not from being beaten. But, because it is too forced to use the power within.

"I'm sorry Clara daddy!" murmured Clara while holding the pen.

"You take it easy Clara! The asset I asked for doesn't belong to your daddy Steven. He will not fall poor. I'm just asking for an asset belonging to Michael's father that's already on your behalf."

Clara looked at Maxime with a question mark. What do you mean, daddy Steven and daddy Michael? Who's daddy Michael?

"Hurry up Clara's signature! Or I'll just kill your pretentious husband."

Clara jumped from her daydream. He was about to scratch the pen he was holding.

Suddenly there was a loud sound. Fachri's friends have come, they break down the entrance. There are Fathir, Alam, Reza, Salsa and Adiba.

Fights ensue again, Salsa immediately secures Clara. Bringing on Fachri who began to creep up awake leaning the body on the wall. He regenerated his breathing, restoring energy.

Clara was astonished when Fachri was brutally beaten by the criminals. But strangely the man did not suffer any serious injuries.

"You good Fachri?" ask Salsa.

"I'm good Salsa. Just a little small wound. You know, Fachri is usually hurt and can not be hurt," said Fachri with a small chuckle.

"A crucial moment like this you can still joke" Salsa said.

Fachri chuckled again. "The fate that often invites me to joke, Salsa."

Unexpectedly Fachri got up with a quick movement, hitting and kicking the man who was about to attack Salsa from behind.

"We take care of these people Salsa first" Fachri said confidently.

Clara simply fell silent, staring at the fight in front of her. It turns out that all Fachri's friends can learn martial arts. Even the veiled Salsa and Adiba can deftly knock out an enemy twice as powerful.

Fachri seemed to approach Maxime who was already pale from fear. He also tried to hit Fachri. But, I can't.

A moment later, all of Maxime's men could be crippled.

"Now you can't do anything, Uncle Max. All your men are helpless" said Fachri. He gave his sharp look. Making people who look will be scared.

Along with that, Hasan comes with Steven, Randi, Andi and also some police to arrest Maxime.

Clara didn't immediately fall into Steven's arms. His heart was full of question marks. Especially when Maxime mentioned the name of daddy Michael.

Randilah rushed to Clara. Hugging a little friend who is also the son of his employer.

Clara did not make a sound, shock and pain in her neck began to spread.

Steven also approached Clara after Randi took off his arms.

"You hurt Clara. Daddy's not taking care of you. Forgive Daddy dear!" Steven held both of his daughters shoulders. A father's tears are almost.

Clara could not bear to see the father who had raised her all this time almost cry. He hugged his father tightly. His heart was determined not to be swayed by the words of others. Steven's father.

The police have already banned Maxime. To take the man away.

"Remember Clara! Steven's not your real father." That was the last word Max said before being taken away by the police.

"Don't listen to that guy Clara! You're Daddy's daughter." Steven reassured his daughter.

Clara who was still in her father's arms nodded slowly.

They left the empty building.

Steven and Andi say goodbye first, they're going to the police station.

"Thank you for helping me!" fachri.

"Tama-sama Fachri. Didn't we have agreed to help each other in times of distress" Fathir chimed in.

"You are my best friends."

"You are our best friend Fachri" Reza said.

They hugged each other before they came home.

Nature glanced at Clara who was just silent.

"Cute girl is fine! Follow Fachri again. I buy you ice chocolate," Alam told Clara.

"Alamshah Ramadan!" Fachri stresses the complete vocation of Nature who likes to tease Clara.

Others just hold back a smile because Nature does like to tease women.

"I just want to please my best friend's wife. Can't it?" nature Mummings.

"Can't!" fachri replied firmly.

Nature is also directly kicep. The others say goodbye home. They each drive their own motor.

Fachri leads Clara into the car that Randi was carrying. He also told me to go to the hospital first. Clara's wounds should be treated.

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