Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 9
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Day after day has passed, Hafsha and Tristan are getting closer 'as opposed to being friends. The two often exchange ideas, help each other and are open to each other in everything. 'There are no barriers or secrets between the two brothers.
Even with Chelsea, the Christian girl always followed wherever Hafsha and Tristan went. All three are like a group that cannot be separated.
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When Hafsha exited the campus area, a red sedan car was parked in front of the campus gate. Who else if not Tristan. Yes, Hafsha's adoptive sister always does that routine every sister college or work is always picked up by him.
Hafsha, who realized her brother was starting to pay more attention to her, chose to try to deny Tristan's treatment and match her brother with Chelsea.
"Chelsea's anterine brother. I still have other needs about it" Hafsha told a lie.
"Are you sure, Sha?" chelsea asked Tristan almost simultaneously, and was taken by Hafsha.
"Alright then, but later when it's done, call brother yes. Let brother pick you up," said Tristan his hand was engrossed in playing the car keys.
"Eum, don't you, sister, I'll go back to ride an online motorcycle taxi" replied Hafsha. Hafsha's refusal made Tristan's forehead wrinkled faintly. Feeling strange with the attitude of the brother who recently tried to avoid him and often rejected his attention.
"OK, if that's what you want. But if there's anything, call brother!" tristan's Order. Hafsha just nodded with a smile.
"Come, Chels! Please enter!" tristan's word to Chelsea while opening the car door and letting Chelsea in.
"Thank you" Chelsea replied shyly. Yes, from the beginning of the acquaintance with Tristan, Chelsea immediately put his heart on the adoptive brother of his best friend. Hafsha, who realizes that her best friend likes her older sister, tries to bring the two closer together.
Although it is actually heavy because Hafsha himself began to fall for his brother. While letting Tristan and Chelsea be alone, Hafsha's hot heart burned with jealous fire.
Already trying to dismiss the sense that 'not supposed to exist, also have tried to realize that until anytime Tristan can only be his adopted brother can never be more than that. But the heart problem is hard to control.
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"Where are you taking me?" hafsha asked, when Tristan came to his house, and asked Hafsha to come with him.
"Here you go, then you know, too" replied Tristan, opening the car door for Hafsha.
With a feeling of unease Hafsha entered and sat in the front seat, next to the brother who was driving. Time and again the gazes of the two clashed together while throwing an awkward smile.
"Sister, shouldn't we take Chelsea?" hafsha asked as his car drove down the street near Chelsea's house.
"No, I just want to walk with you this afternoon."
The deg!
Hearing Tristan's reply, Hafsha's heart was uncertain.
When he arrived in front of a modern cafe, Tristan stopped his car. Then take Hafsha down, and enter the VIP room that has been decorated with romantic nuances.
Hafsha did not directly sit down, his eyes pushyly observing around. Baffled.
"Sit Sha!" tristan, and Hafsha sat down.
After both sit down. Tristan ordered drinks and food. After a few minutes, the food ordered has been served at the table. Then Tristan invited Hafsha to enjoy the menu presented.
"Sir, please pick up the table, yes!" tristan's word to one of the Cafe's servants. The cafe waiter came, cleaned up the dirty dishes and glasses on the table. So that it becomes clean and neat as before.
Silence, neither Tristan nor Hafsha' nobody starts a chat. The mood suddenly turned stiff.
"Sha, let me have a serious talk with you" Tristan said. Made Hafsha flinch and stopped a message with Chelsea.
"Yes, what do you want to talk about, sister?" hafsha asked, while trying to resist the tremors that shook her body. As well as ignoring incoming message notifications that are likely from his best friend. Chelsea.
Suddenly Tristan took out a red ring box from his denim jacket pocket, and opened it and showed the contents right in front of Hafsha. Straight with that said 'will You marry me' slid off Tristan's lips.
His logic and heart are a great war. His mind was eager to receive a proposal from Tristan. However, his logic was trying to realize that he and Tristan could not unite because of religious differences.
Chelsea, who happened to be in the same cafe after having an event with her family, caught a romantic scene by Tristan. In fact he also heard clearly the words made by Tristan to Hafsha.
Chelsea's knee was squeezed instantly. Take a few steps back and ....
Bruuk!
Prahaang!
Chelsea hit a cafe waiter, and the customer orders the waiter carried fell to the floor.
“How the hell, Ma'am. If you go look around dong!” reprimand the waiter while observing his inn that had been scattering on the floor.
“Sorry-sorry Mas, I accidentally!” chelsea said as she cupped her hands in front of the waiter.
The uproar that ensued attracted the attention of Hafsha as well as Tristan. Hafsha's powerless holding back his curiosity approached to ascertain what was happening.
“Chelsea!” exclaimed Hafsha when he found out that the woman standing in front of him was his best friend.
Chelsea, who had stood back to Hafsha, turned around and now the two friends of different religions were facing each other.
Hafsha's forehead creased as he realized Chelsea's eye-highs implied disappointment and anger. Without saying a word, Chelsea then left Hafsha who was still pecking on the spot. Baffled.
“Chelsea why yes?” muttered Hafsha while observing Chelsea's back that was getting further away from the range.
“Yeah, what was he ...” Hafsha hurried to pick up her sling bag that was draped in the cafe chair. So hurry up to Chelsea. Ignoring calls and questions from Tristan.
“Chels! Wait!” pekik Hafsha when he found his best friend was about to take a taxi. However, Chelsea did not budge, he just looked at a glance then entered the taxi and left.
Hafsha stopped the motorbike he believed to be a motorcycle taxi driver, and immediately climbed up while wearing a helmet hanging on the handlebar.
“Pak, please chase that cab!” hafsha's orders pointed to a taxi that had driven tens of meters ahead.
“But I ...”
“Already Sir, no need to butsapi! Vocational job, later I give you more tips deh!” sela Hafsha, and the impurity can only nod their heads and follow Hafsha's orders. Ignoring the screams and leaving his wife who was shopping at a mini market beside the cafe.
After losing track of the taxi that was boarded by Chelsea. Finally Hafsha found his taxi parked on the side of the road. He asked the motorist to stop his speed. Do not forget Hafsha to say thank you while giving money of two hundred thousand to the impurity. Then rushed to the taxi believed to be the same as the one driven by Chelsea earlier.
Hafsha immediately rushed to the park after getting information from the taxi driver that his best friend after getting off the taxi immediately ran towards the city park which is located not far from the taxi was parked.
Hafsha surrounded the park while looking over here and there looking for the whereabouts of his best friend.
From a distance looks a girl with a posture similar to Chelsea, Hafsha then rushed closer.
“Chels!” call Hafsha, while blocking his best friend's arm so as not to run away.
“I'm sure you heard it all, right? I can explain,” said Hafsha still holding Chelsea's arm firmly.
“There's nothing more to explain, Sha. I'm disappointed in you Sha. You are my soul mate Tristan, but you are also the ..” Chelsea could not continue his words. He sobbed. Crying out.
“Chels, I ..” Hafsha had not yet finished his words. His phone rang an incoming call notification.
“Before Chels,” connect Hafsha. Then reach for the phone that is in his sling bag. It turns out the call from Mbok Nah. He immediately lifted because if Mbok Nah who phone must be important news about his mother.
As Hafsha expected. Mbok Nah reported on the condition of his mother.
“APA?!” peekit Hafsha's. His body was limp, limp, almost falling to the ground.