ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Surprise

"Fachri, when we were kidnapped. The knife that Uncle Max was holding could fall. That you use magic? Only with eye movements can fall into that," said Clara curious to know. Now he and Fachri are enjoying the night at the balcony.

"Have used magic! That's not Shafa's magic. But, the power is deep," replied Fachri. His hand was holding onto Clara's shoulder. Swiping softly on her sweet cheeks next to him. Creating an atmosphere that made the moon feel envious of the affection of the two of them.

"The energy in using the stuffing is not it? There are tigers, monkeys, lions, fire lights bi. . . ."

Haven't had time to continue his words Fachri has interrupted. "Indeed the omelet that can use the stuffing we want. I don't wear Shafa's so."

"Then?" Now Clara changed her seat to face Fachri.

Fachri also straightened his body looking at his wife. "It's purely from the inner energy. Not magic or what you meant."

"Guard dong Ri!"

"I've taught you and Randi every day" Fachri said. He stood leaning against the balcony railing.

"Where is Ri? our feelings are just a mediocre exercise." Clara stood up too.

"Every day you and Randi learn to breathe and concentrate. I often tell you to focus your mind. It trains the energy in you. Stimulate your natural strength to come out. If you want to be able to master it, you have to practice seriously," said Fachri.

The night is getting more beautiful, the night painting began to present its beauty. Clara and Fachri immediately entered because the cold air had driven them away. Trees do not fight over oxygen with humans at night. To send the cold of the night to bring people into their homes.

The days keep rolling. Laughter always fills Clara and Fachri's day. They were getting closer, filling each other's gaps. Encouraging each other.

Every morning they practice martial arts. Later that night, Clara asks Fachri to teach her Arabic. Sometimes Clara also went to her father's office. Accompanying Fachri to work. To fill his saturation in the office, Clara memorized the Arabic mufrodat by listening to Fachri while working.

The school holidays are over. Clara went to school as usual. Study vigorously even though the schedule is solid.

Joking with his best friend Anin, who sometimes upset because of a rare relationship far away with Samuel who studied at the place of Thunder.

That night, Fachri searches for Clara. From the bathroom, Fachri did not find his wife in the room. Then he was immunized and saw Clara was in the park while playing guitar.

Fachri followed Clara down. Clara was humming sweetly with her guitar.

When Clara stops playing her guitar, Fachri takes over the thing.

"Can you please Ri?"

"Look at that!"

Fachri began strumming the guitar in his lap.

There's frogs

Recotok. . . Recotok. . .

Sidelined times

Recotok. . . Recot

Foraging

Recotok. . . Recotok. . .

Every day

Recotok. . . Recotok. . .

Clara laughed at Fachri's singing. "That's Fachri's children's song" he said.

"And it's also a song," Fachri also laughed. "This time listen to ya." Fachri looked serious. It was like singing an adult song. Fachri also strummed his guitar melodiously. At first, Clara thought Fachri was serious. But. . .

Excavator with bucket

Dig his hole

Put the seeds on the ground

Quickly grow

Truck with hose

Spray the water

The tree grows tall

Quickly bear fruit

Again Fachri sang a children's song. This time it's a Baby Bus song.

Clara was unceasingly broken. Fachri can sing like a child.

"I think again the son of a concert Kindergarten boy yes!" Randi who just came along nimbrung.

"Lo wants to follow Rand. Let's sing My Balloon There's Lima" said Clara.

"I love the Malay song Non."

"The fast-paced wood is Rand?" taste Clara. (Malay in Javanese which means running)

"That's a Non run," said Randi.

"Just like."

"Udah ah Non's. I want to do college work." Randi also passed away.

"The hardened Rand!" shout Clara.

Now he turns to Fachri who still holds the guitar. "Let's go in Ri!" bring him.

"Aren't you playing guitar?"

"You're kidding me mutely" grumbled Clara. He also got up from his seat. He moved his feet a few steps. Until the sound of guitar passages accompanied by the melodious voice of Fachri. Clara turned around to listen to her husband.

DUHAI LOVE

A soul that longs for a heart

A heart that longs for holy sincere love

It is now a true love

With your presence here

O love you are present in my emptiness

Together in a bond of pure love

Both. . . Together. . .

I accept all your shortcomings

I give my heart to my love for you

God keep your footsteps in your path

Stepping on the beautiful love regup

Together. . .

By : Suby-Ina

Clara was stunned, not expecting that Fachri could also play guitar seriously. Especially when Fachri started singing. Just this time he saw Fachri playing music and singing.

Clara leaned back on Fachri's boat, enjoying every note she heard for the first time. Fachri's melodious voice had touched his soul.

*****

Fachri has conducted a skipping hearing and he graduated with the best grades. Fachri's hard work has not been in vain. He can realize the hope of the deceased both of his people. At graduation, Clara also accompanied him.

The day has changed. Weeks change weeks and months change months. Clara began to be preoccupied with national exam preparation. Fachri is also starting to get busy with new projects.

But, Fachri always took the time to accompany his wife to study in between his busyness.

That day, Clara's last day of exams. As usual, Fachri was ready to wait in the school parking lot. The man never missed Clara's shuttle.

His attention was also growing on the girl. Clara felt that there was something different about Fachri. But she also enjoys getting the attention of the husband she loves.

"Fachri, I'll attend graduation!"

"God willing, if I could, I would accompany him" said Fachri while driving.

"Must promise dong Ri!" Clara forced.

"I can't promise Shafa. If there's no obstruction I'll come."

Fachri's reply slightly relieved Clara. At a crucial moment, he wants someone special next to him.

On the way home, the rain began to fall. The rainy season has been going on for a few months. Clara always enjoys every coolness that comes in April.

Arriving home, Clara even invited Fachri to play rain. Instead of refusing, Fachri followed his wife's invitation. They play like children. Dancing under the rain.

***

After dinner, Steven took Fachri to work. While Clara is engrossed with Randi in the family room.

"Fachri, don't you want to take over your parents' company again? I can take care of it if you want," Steven said. He and Fachri sat on the couch facing each other.

"No Dad, just leave the company in Sandy's hands. Fachri was grateful to meet someone as good as Dad."

"Well if it wants you." Steven was silent for a moment before continuing his sentence. Without them knowing there is Clara in front of the door that is not closed perfectly.

"You've been very instrumental in Clara's life, Fachri. I'm sorry I forced the will to marry Clara back then. Thanks, you can ask for anything. Even if you ask for half the shares of the company I'll give you."

Clara was shocked to hear her father's words. He thought Fachri was marrying him out of necessity and even for property, and Fachri was willing. Without hearing the continued chatter of her father and Fachri, Clara passed.

Fachri smiled, subtly refusing her in-laws offer. "Fachri was never forced to marry Clara, Dad. Fachri sincerely loves Clara. Really Fachri doesn't need any position in Dad's company."

Steven stood up and held onto Fachri's shoulder to stand up. Then hugged his heartfelt daughter-in-law. "Thank you Fachri!" said it.

Suddenly Randi's voice surprised the two.

"Fachri, Sir. Non Clara was about to get out of the car crying" Randi said in a panic.

Fachri immediately ran forward, preventing Clara who was almost gas. He was standing in front of the car his wife was taking.

"Get out Shafa! You why?" shouts Fachri.

Clara is out. "My name is Clara, don't call me Shafa anymore!" clara said harshly.

"Call Shafa! What's up?" Fachri held both of Clara's shoulders.

"You lied to me, Fachri. You married me because you had to! You want to marry me just because of the lure of treasure from daddy. Turns out you're the same as a man who's crazy for treasure. I'm sorry to be fooled by your sweet words." After letting out his negative thoughts that are not true, Clara entered the car and gas.

Fachri was still in his place, not expecting Clara to be able to say that.

Steven also heard his daughter's words, meaning that Clara had heard his conversation with Fachri.

After Fachri's thoughts returned to his consciousness, he immediately took the keys of the motorbike and chased after his wife.

As much as possible Fachri aligns the position of his motorbike beside Clara's car.

"Please stop Shafa! You misunderstand me" cried Fachri.

But Clara didn't care. His mind was being overrun by his heart that was being carried away by emotions. The car rate is increasing.

Fachri kept trying to catch up. He tried to overtake Clara's car. But unfortunately, in front of there is a truck that is traveling at high speed. Fachri could not escape again. It happened very quickly. His body bounced off the asphalt. The motor is already run over by the truck.

Clara who heard the loud bang behind her looked at the rearview mirror. There was an accident that happened. There was no sight of Fachri chasing after him.

Clara immediately pulled back the car. Confirm the events behind it. When he got out of the car he saw was a motorbike he knew had been shuffled.

His mind's getting fucked up. He's headed for a crowd of people. He saw Fachri lying helpless. Fresh blood from his head flooded the streets. Because Fachri wasn't wearing a helmet.

"FACHRIYII!" clara shouted loudly. Along with that, his body squeezed. He hoped it was just a nightmare.

Wishing her husband was still working at home and not chasing her.

Local officials immediately called an ambulance. And when the ambulance came carrying Fachri's body, he knew it wasn't a dream. This is an unavoidable reality.

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Until here the readers. 😢

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