ZAHRA AKBAR'S

The Early Arsyfa Salsabila

Now the three of them entered a restaurant that was quite luxurious. Fachri's friends intend to work on it. But for Fachri himself it does not matter, as long as they are happy he is also happy.

"Fachri Ta'al!" exclaim Hasan. Waving a hand at Fachri who is looking for the whereabouts of his best friend.

Clara and Fachri immediately headed towards Hasan. Randi was still left behind after parking the car. It turned out that all of Fachri's friends had gathered there.

"Subhanallah! You're here to bring the angel of heaven, which Ri?" reza said when he saw Clara.

"Heaven of the world" replied Fachri cuek.

Salsa and Adiba immediately tell Clara to sit down. Fachri also pulled a chair beside Clara.

"Hallo all!" the new Rapa Randi came. Fortunately, he memorized the clothes Fachri was wearing. So, no confusion in looking.

"Know this is Randi Clara's best friend, she is also an employee of my father-in-law," said Fachri.

"I'm just a Fachri driver" whispered Randi who had taken a seat next to Fachri.

"Just shut up!" Fachri also whispered.

Randi watched all Fachri's friends. It was like knowing one of the girls sitting across from him.

"Sounds we've met?" randy said to one of the girls.

"You were at the restaurant?" ask one of the girls who turned out to be Adiba.

"Where have you met?" ask Clara.

"When we want to get home from the restaurant, when you're with Fachri leave me. Because in a hurry I collided with a woman," said Randi.

The others just listened, there was one of them who put on a careless face, more precisely a bit jealous. That's why I pretend.

"Well! Adiba gets brondong" exclaimed Reza.

"There's something hot like this" Hasan said with a glance at Fathir.

"You guys are nothing! We met also accidentally," said Adiba.

"Revelation Diba! Starting from accident can be a path of destiny," timpal Alam.

Adiba glanced at Fathir who was silent. They seem to have the same feeling. They just keep quiet in their love.

They all stopped the conversation because the food they ordered had already come.

"If indeed love each other directly lamar. Don't just follow each other's lyrics. No one nikung nyesel," said Fachri. His hands were busy getting Clara food.

"Okay who said yes!" adiba Sindir.

Fachri also only smiled faintly at Adiba's words. He does not deny reality.

"I was heartbroken before I fell in love with Ri" whispered Randi.

"You still stink. College was real. Just thought love." Fachri also spoke slowly.

"Later after the new graduation I applied for him Ri. Just so he'd accept me for who I am." Now Fathir is opening his voice. Makes Adiba blush in shame. The guy he likes is blatantly coding.

"Hopefully don't type in Thir!" Hasan patted Fathir on the shoulder.

"Make the already sincere! Hail raft, swim to the side. Your ex is full because you are still alone" said Alam. His ass invited another laugh. It mimics the pantun of one of the speakers.

Fachri who felt insinuated to throw Nature with bananas provided as a mouth wash. "I'm not alone anymore. I already have Clara," he said.

Banana fruit thrown by Fachri directly into the mouth of Nature. "Busyet is like a banana." Nature takes a tissue, wiping the bitter taste residue from the banana peel.

"Awas aja still ngrecokin, I told you to pay for your own food!" fachri Ancam.

"Don't Ri! The mbok hasn't sent any money yet." Nature put on her face. "I'm sorry my mouth is so happy!" said again.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, Nature returned to her ignorance.

"Ali-ali soko kuningan. Over and over again even a little soyo." Nature still dares to throw a pantun. Even using java language.

Fachri just glared at his eyes. Silencing the mouth of Nature who likes nyerocos.

Everyone took their own food. Enjoy a free meal.

After the meal, they agreed to seek fresh air.

There Clara chose to sit on one of the park benches, watching Fachri and his friends play volleyball.

"This is Ra's drink!" Salsa handed Clara a bottle. Then he and Adiba sat down.

"Thank you, brother!" clara. His hands received a bottle of Salsa.

"Follow them playing Ra!" bring Adiba.

"Yes Ra, come on!" Salsa is also excited to join the volleyball team.

Clara agrees with Adiba and Salsa. They split the squad, Randi became the referee of the game.

Clara and Fachri are in the gang.

They played cheerfully, with Fachri occasionally reminding Clara to be careful. Clara's neck injury has not fully recovered.

In the middle of their game, suddenly there was a small child coming. About two or three years old. Fachri immediately stopped the game. Then he approached the little boy.

"What's the sweet boy's name?" asked Fachri kindly while crouching in front of the little girl who suddenly came earlier.

"Naula," the little girl replied innocently. His speech is not fluent.

"His name is Naura?" ask Fachri to make sure. The girl nodded. Fachri looked around, maybe his parents were looking.

"Whose son is Ri?" shout Fathir.

"Not knowing."

Then Fachri carried the boy. "Where's your mom?" tanyakanya. The little boy nodded.

Others stopped the game and took a rest. Clara is approaching Fachri. But he saw a woman coming from the opposite direction also towards Fachri.

"I'm sorry it's my son" said the woman who came in a hurry.

Fachri's turning around. The views of the two meet. They were stunned by each other. Their mouths are locked. It is difficult to say hello or ask each other for news. The figure he wanted to forget was now in front of him. After a long time apart, why should there be another meeting. The meeting was like opening up memories that had been stored neatly. Reopening old wounds that have not yet fully recovered. Reminds Fachri of the taste that once existed. His heart returned to worry.

"Well! This fifth world war," said Nature.

"When they broke up it was the fourth world war. This even met again," said Alam. He noticed Clara's face was beginning to change.

There was a sense of tightness when she saw her husband with another woman.

Fachri begins to wake up from his daydream when the little girl he is carrying calls his mother.

"Geev!" fachri said later.

"Fachrive!" Earlyta also called out the name of the man in front of her.

"Sorry, this is your daughter!" Fachri took Naura down from her sling.

Across the road Clara was heading towards Fachri. Nature prevented it.

"Let's go with me and get some chocolate ice cream! Yesterday I said I'd take you out for iced chocolate. Incidentally there was an ice cream man. No need to replace it with ice cream. Let's buy it!" Nature immediately drew Clara's hand. Away from the sight that hurt her heart.

Fachri and the woman seemed to be chatting.

"Sorry Earlyta I have to go back!" Fachri was about to step foot.

"Wait Fachri! We need to talk," Pinta Earlyta. One of the hands held her daughter's tiny hand.

"There's nothing to talk about Early, we've agreed to a good separation. We have each other's lives."

"But I can't forget you Fachri." Sobs began to be heard from Earlyta.

Actually Fachri's heart also cried, lamenting his love that had to run aground. But he realized it was the best way. There's Clara that he has to love. That girl is his best-known now. Not anymore Earlyta.

"Don't keep carving sins Early! Love your husband, he is your priest. Accept the reality. I'm married too. I love my wife now. Our story is over, Earlyta. It's over" Fachri said. Then step away. Tears were pouring down Earlyta's pretty face. He called his daughter to strengthen himself.

Why does God break hearts that love each other?

It all felt unfair to Earlyta. He is too weak to be faced with a destiny that takes away his love. Salsa and Adiba could not bear to see Earlyta. They approached Earlyta and tried to calm the woman down. However, they are also good friends with Earlyta while being Fachri's lover. So, Adiba and Salsa know how Earlyta and Fachri's love journey must be dashed in the middle of the road.

On the other hand Clara and Alam enjoyed the chocolate ice cream they bought.

"Who was Brother Alam?" ask Clara

"You sure want to know!" Nature made sure, while devouring her ice cream.

"Know Brother Nature!"

"The woman was Earlyta Arsyifa Salsabila the former lover of Fachri Maulana Akbar. Who is now your husband" said Nature clearly.

"Don't be angry with Fachri, they just accidentally met again" he continued.

Clara tried to smile. "Everybody has a past. So, I won't be mad."

"Love Fachri with your heart Clara. I see only you can make the Fachri Majnun spirit again. He seemed happy when he married you. I can see that. Trust me, Fachri must love you so much. It's just that the old wound must still imprint in his heart," said Alam at length.

Clara widened her smile. It turns out that men who like to fight and like to talk beside him can also speak wise words.

"I also love Fachri very much" Clara said confidently.

"Good then." Nature smiled at Clara. His mouth was covered with ice cream.

Clara was like that. Then he asked for a tissue from the ice cream dealer. Giving a sheet to Nature.

At the very least, Nature could comfort her when her heart could barely contain the tightness.

"Clara let's go home!" Fachri immediately pulled Clara's hand. As she passed Clara thanked Nature.

Randi also soon followed the car. Fachri remained silent the whole way home. Clara and Randi did not dare to speak.

Arriving at home, Fachri immediately took the wudlu and invited his wife to pray dhuhur.

When finished, Fachri faced Clara who was still wrapped in mucus. Suddenly Fachri hugged Clara tightly, there was a sobbing of Fachri who held her.

Clara's lewd fingers rubbed her husband's sturdy back. He seemed to be able to feel the hardness of Fachri's heart after meeting his past.

"I'm sorry Shafa! I sinned against you because my heart still hurts when I meet him. I'm sorry!" fachri said with tears flowing down his wife's face.

"You're not wrong Fachri. I know the past can't just disappear from our memories. That wound must have left a mark without us asking. You told me once that we're going through this together. You're always there for me, and so am I always going to be there for you."

Fachri was getting drowned in his sobbing hearing Clara's words. For a moment they kept quiet. Letting Fachri vent his emotions. Just this time he saw Fachri's weak side. The man he knew was very strong and strong, always motivating and strengthening himself. It seemed to hold a sorrow that weakened his soul.

Love. . .

A word that hints at many meanings

Make the weak strong

Make the strong weak

It gives rainbow color to the lovers

It's a story that's not easy to guess

The black and white story

Some consider Love to be a Beautiful Story But No Meaning

Some say love is the most beautiful gift

But not for a broken love

Slowly Fachri took off his embrace. "Thank you Shafa. I feel like you can think more mature now."

"You're the one who taught me Fachri. You taught me how to live this life with an open mind."

Fachri gave a warm kiss to his wife. Then wash his face. After that he followed Clara who was sitting relaxed on the bed.

Fachri is laid on his wife's lap. While discussing the book in Clara's hands. A book called "An Art To Be Bodo Amat" by Mark Manson. A blogger who has millions of readers and he lives in New York.

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