Asking You In Every Bow
16. Gorgeous

After finishing the activities in the kitchen, everyone went to teach. In contrast to Naura who was actually silent on a wooden chair, looking at every wave of lake water in front of her with a blank look. I don't feel her tears dripping from lara's pelupuk. Her chest feels tight. His mind was chaotic and his face seemed to show a deep sense of disappointment. Her heart was so hurt as she recalled the betrayal created by her best friend and her own lover. Such a bad reality for Naura.

Naura threw a stone at just anyone, hoping that her disappointment would be thrown along with the stone she threw. But all in vain. Disappointed, painful, and in love, all three are hard to get rid of. Naura believed that.

The three flavors were mixed together and raging in his heart. Makes his mind tormented. There was nothing he could do right now but cry to treat the distress in his heart. Can no longer lie to himself, that he still loves Very.

Naura shook off her hijab that covered her chest. Naura closed her eyes while holding the red pendant that Mirsha gave as a sign of their togetherness that is still intertwined even though it is far away. And Naura felt the presence of Mirsha comforting her with affection, even though there was no one but herself in the courtyard. But the tears still flowed and flooded his cheeks. Her crying sounded so chaotic. He needed time to calm down all his sadness.

"Use this prayer beads to soothe you of all the feelings of dread in your heart." someone thrust a bunch of beads towards Naura who did not know since when someone was standing next to her right.

Naura opened her eyes and wiped her tears, then looked up. It was Ramdan.

Then his eyes glanced at the prayer beads that were in Ramdan's hands.

"I just need alcohol" Naura looked at the lake in front of her.

Ramdan sighed, "Islam forbids people from drinking liquor like alcohol. Even affirmed it with an illegal law. Alcohol is an intoxicating drink. In addition, the health of the soul and body will be threatened." said Ramdan.

Naura was silent.

"Try using this bagbih. I'm sure God will give peace to every grain."

"My parents used to give me that kind of thing. But I don't wear it." said Naura flatly.

"Then it's time."

Naura turned her head, looked at Ramdan who was still standing beside her and returned to thrusting the prayer beads in her hands. Ramdan smiled faintly.

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Tonight, Naura stepped up heartily following Fatimah and the others. With a light blue robe, but the color is not so bright. A long hijab that matches the color of the dress. The small brooch she wore made the impression of her increasingly look graceful.

Naura has been very uncomfortable wearing a robe and hijab since its large and thick size makes it sultry and sweaty. Obviously, Naura did not want to wear it, but it was only that kind of clothes that Naura brought from her home, because it had been prepared by her parents, and made her unable to carry a single short shirt.

Naura is also eager to remove the small brooch that connects her quadrilateral hijab hemisphere to her left shoulder. But he could not do it because the one wearing the brooch was Fatimah who was beside him alone.

Naura could only let out a sigh and fanned her face with both hands, hoping that her sweat would soon dry up.

"Naura, you're so pretty" Shela praised seeing her in amazement.

Naura just smiled. At least he responded even though he did not want to respond to anyone when his body was hot so that his innate wanted emotions. How many times had Naura wiped the sweat off her face.

"Naura" called Fatimah making her turn. They stopped while the others were still walking. In the end, they were just the two.

"So you know, you're still uncomfortable with your clothes. You have to be patient. Sis sure, someday you will be comfortable with the clothes you wear." Fatimah smiled.

"Remember one thing, an obligation is sometimes heavy to carry out. But if it's not done, we'll regret it." he continued holding and rubbing Naura's palm gently.

Naura was silent for a moment, trying to digest what Fatimah said.

"Yes, Brother." Naura smiled again and nodded slightly slowly. Sighs his breath in. Will he learn to be patient? I don't know.

We arrived in front of the party. The atmosphere was so crowded with the chanting of the Quran, even though Naura saw it from outside the window. Just this time he felt this calm. More precisely, Naura felt astonished.

His attention was distracted by familiar voices and figures and felt he had seen them. The man was talking to Fatimah.

"Tomorrow, Brother. I'm still busy with some of my books I haven't finished yet"

"But I just want it now. Can't you hold off your books for a moment?"

"can't. I told you, I-I"

He's Ramdan. His words were cut in the air when he realized the presence of Naura approaching them. Ramdan was fixated on what he saw. Seriously, Ramdan can't lie that Naura is beautiful and graceful. Ramdan swallowed his saliva slowly then turned his gaze towards just anyone. His feelings are not good, in his heart beristighfar, trying to neutralize his heart and mind.

Fatimah frowned so conscious of Ramdan's strange behavior. Fatimah thought Ramdan was overwhelmed with something to hide. Fatimah looked back and found Naura approaching them. Fatimah chuckled softly and understood what was happening.

"What's? Did I not hear wrong? You refused Fatim's request? Not very polite huh?!" Naura asked carried away in her own annoyance.

Fatimah and Ramdan could only blink their eyes for a moment. Why is Naura upset like that? Is that upset?

"You should have accepted Brother Fatim's request! What's difficult?"

"Naura's right, my sister. Is it hard to accept your brother's request? Comeon!" Fatimah gently nudged Ramdan's arm, trying to persuade him.

Naura was surprised to find a strange word from Fatimah. "Sister? The sister? So-so"

"Yes. What was? Is there something wrong with my words?" fatimah asked remembering what she said earlier.

Naura was confused to answer. But Ramdan seemed to divert their conversation.

"Ah, he is not clear, Brother. Oh yeah, I decided to change my mind. I accept your request." said Ramdan had made Naura swipe back at the beginning of the sentence, while Fatimah looked at him excited at the end.

"You are my best brother!" fatimah. Ramdan smiled and heaved a sigh of relief.

"By the way, if you look closely, your clothes are matching. Do you guys.." cried Fatimah.

"Agreement?" continued Fatimah tease.

Then Fatimah grasped and slowly pulled Naura's arm to enter the door of the ceremony together. "Come, let's go in and teach. The others must have been waiting"

Naura simply nodded and followed Fatimah's steps. As he was about to pass through Ramdan who was still standing, the eyes of the two met each other. Making them nervous again after yesterday's incident that made their eyes meet as they are now.

Just as Ramdan was glued to the face before him, Naura was amazed by the calmness as she looked at Ramdan's face. Both of them could not blink due to nervousness and astonishment. According to Naura too, Ramdan's face is so perfect because there is not a single speck of black stains even acne. So smooth with his jaw that increasingly gives the impression of perfect.

The eyes that met each other ended when Naura and Fatimah passed.

Ramdan blinked his eyes a few times. Touching the chest of his field covered in black cocoa with a small blue line on his long arm. He felt his heart beating faster than ever. In his heart again said the phrase istighfar to neutralize his heart and himself.

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