A Thousand Flowers
Chapters 5. Incident

Five minutes down the small river, the difference in river flow height began to be seen. A large rock on the left side of the river covered almost half the body of the river so that the water turned right. It features a beautiful mini waterfall. It's a shame to be missed.

“Wah ... nice spot here,” exciting Fadhil.

“Selfie yuk, Zah,” take her. Izzah just shut up.

“Come! when else can a photo with your handsome brother,” persuaded Fadhil when Izzah did not respond.

Izzah often refused to take pictures. She would rather be a photographer than a model. But seeing Fadhil's pleading gaze, Izzah finally wanted to even though he was reluctant.

“But don't blame Izzah yes if the camera item is damaged,” Izzah tease.

“Kan can buy again using scholarship money Izzah,” reply Fadhil who immediately received a gift in the form of a small pinch on his waist.

I don't know how many poses they've done. Fadhil's camera has changed with kegsis and Izzah's phone.

“Izzah ...,” call Fadhil. Izzah.

Click!

The sound of the camera sign shooting completed along with the landing of Fadhil's lips on Izzah's cheeks. Izzah's hand reflexes patted her brother's shoulder in shock with her sudden kiss.

“Aiissh .. Big brother nih habit ya ... ngagetin,” Izzah pretended to be upset while wiping his cheeks.

Izzah's funny expression made Fadhil more anxious with his sister. Of course Izzah also gets a small pinch on both cheeks.

Ihsan who had observed Fadhil's and Izzah's affection just sat there pensively. It was unexpected that he could finally see the other side of Izzah that was slightly spoiled, warm and cheerful. But this time his heart was no longer painful. Instead, his heart felt warm watching all the jokes and intimacy displayed by the brothers. Ah, if he were on Izzah's side, not Fadhil, he would be very happy. Feeling Izzah's pinch, clenching him even felt the softness of Izzah's cheek with his lips. Waah .. pleased.

“Aw!” Ihsan Jerrit. Mosquito bites throw off his imagination.

“Astagfirullah.” Ihsan was privileged to be so aware of his dirty thoughts.

“Fourth I thought of such a thing.” Ihsan cursed himself. Patting the eel and shaking the head firmly with the hand still attached to the forehead.

“San, here! Follow the photo,” call Fadhil as soon as Ihsan is sitting not far from them.

Ihsan. Still not moving. His eyes looked at Izzah. Afraid that the girl objected to his presence. Seeing that Izzah did not react, with a slightly hesitant step, Ihsan finally approached also following the wave of Fadhil's hand.

Izzah moved to the stone in front of him, giving room for Ihsan to stand behind him with Fadhil.

Click! Done it.

Fadhil got down from the rock and walked up to take a position in front of Izzah. While Izzah had folded the tongsis and put the phone in the jacket pocket. Ihsan washed his hands that were exposed to mosquito blood.

“Zah, San,” call Fadhil.

“Photos both yes ..” he continued. His hand is ready to snap.

Ihsan was already standing behind Izzah when Izzah suddenly lost his balance. Sontak Ihsan focused his right foot on the stone Izzah stepped on. His left hand reflexively grasped Izzah's left hand, while his right hand supported Izzah's right shoulder. At the same time, there was a chekrek sound from the camera that Fadhil was holding. Ihsan released Izzah as soon as Izzah got his balance back.

Izzah felt like an electric shock draining his hand the moment Ihsan's finger touched his finger. His heart is beating fast. His face suddenly felt hot.

“What is this?” ask in the heart.

"Is it because of Ihsan's wet hands or because she's too anxious?” Izzah was confused, not understanding what he was going through and why he felt that way.

“Aaaargh .…” Izzah blames her less cautious self.

Because of his carelessness, which did not realize the tip of his trouser skirt was stuck on a dry tree branch on the left side while stepping the leg, he lost his balance. The title of "Tomboy Untouchable Girl" had just disappeared from her. All because of Ihsan. He was both angry and ashamed.

After all, he should still appreciate the kindness of others. Ihsan did not answer, still dumb. It seemed that he was also shocked because of the events that had just happened between them.

How not. Eight years friendlier, never once he touched Izzah, even though just shaking hands on the day of Eid. But today, a small incident has left him clasping Izzah's hand. Ihsan. Izzah was angry. What if because of the incident Izzah so avoid and no longer want to be friendly with him? Ihsan let out a heavy breath and bowed in lethargy.

Ihsan was still standing staring at the back of Izzah who had continued on the journey with Fadhil. His mind was still empty considering the reaction of his body when helping Izzah earlier. He felt an intense electric shock flowing from his hands all over his body as his wet fingers clasped Izzah's hands and held his shoulders. His heart was beating irregularly.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

The sound of his thumping seemed to defeat the sound of rushing water. Even now, his heart rate is still not normal.

“Don't have a heart attack,” thought Ihsan was getting anxious.

His right hand still holds his left chest while occasionally stroking it. He repeatedly took a deep breath and threw it away. Trying relax. I hope his heart condition will improve soon. When Ihsan regained consciousness from his daydream, Fadhil and Izzah were no longer visible. He hurriedly followed so as not to fall far behind.

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The roar of the fall of the sayup-sayup waterfall began to sound.  In fact, the top of the waterfall was already visible. A gust of wind carried some of the water that fell from that height without having time to throw itself to create white foam when it touched the surface of the river below.

The water carried by the wind was transformed into a small drizzle that watered the tops of the trees. Adding moisture, even making the air temperature like being in the refrigerator.

“It's almost there, brother. Just rest a little! Cuckold nih.”

Fadhil immediately stopped the steps to hear Izzah's invitation, looking up at the position of the sun.

"There's still time" he thought.

Without wasting any time, Fadhil immediately ablaze. Seeing that Izzah immediately pulled out two thin prayer rugs and handed one of them to Fadhil. Izzah followed what Fadhil did after he opened his shoes and socks.

Izzah looking for a fairly wide expanse of stone. Once found, immediately spread the prayer mat according to the compass instructions on the prayer mat. Carrying out four rakaat prayers duha, followed by tilawah Koran.

"Tolooong ...."

Just now Izzah closed his little mushaf. I heard a cry for help. Izzah looked around. However, he found no one but his brother who was laying down his body on the stone where his prayer had been.

"Ah, I must have misheard," Izzah thought.

"Maybe it's just the sound of the friction of the leaves due to the gust of wind" he continued.

Immediately complete the prayer equipment, and then save it back into the backpack. However, when it was about to stand up, the groan for help was again heard. Very smooth. However, this time Izzah was convinced that it was not the sound of the wind. It looks like the sound is from below. Izzah squatting. His eyes swept across the river bank to his left.

Under the hoard of a small tree and a little blocked by the thickets, Ihsan sat crouching enjoying all the activities of Izzah. His eyes did not turn from the girl for a second. Unable to hide his admiration for the mysterious figure of Izzah. They had been friends for a long time, but Ihsan felt that they were still not

know Izzah completely. There was another side that was always tightly covered by the girl.

Ihsan stood up and intended to get close to Izzah when he saw that the girl had lost something and was busy looking for her. After a few steps, he turned back. His last conversation with Mother Izzah flashed like a slideshow in her head.

That night, Ihsan paid a visit to Izzah's house. Unfortunately Izzah was on a practice exam at a hospital and did not come home. Ihsan also spent time helping Mother Izzah prepare various culinary orders for her customers tomorrow. Such a thing was common for Ihsan if he could not meet Izzah. The opportunity he used to chat at length with Mother Izzah. Hoping to get more information to better understand Izzah.

“Nak Ihsan, if you can not recognize Izzah further because he never wants to share personal problems with others, then recognize from his actions. Often the act was louder

than words.”

So was the wise advice of Mother Izzah when Ihsan questioned the closed nature of Izzah. The memory made Ihsan decide to sit back sweetly in the original place. His gaze kept watching Izzah.

Again the voice sounded. This time it was clearer. Izzah stepped foot toward the source of the sound. There's no one. Izzah looked at each inch more closely. Suddenly his eyes caught something moving under a twig as big as a big toe. Something like butterfly wings.

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