Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
Still Innocent
“Aduh ... thirsty, nih!”
Zhara rubbed her neck and glanced at Ashrah and Zhorif in turn as the three of them entered the house of Ashraf's parents and sat on the sofa in the living room.
Asyraf, who was sitting right next to Zhara, turned his eyes away from Zhorif, reaching out his hand to shake the girl's hair with anxiety. “In a moment, Bi Sumi again to the stall to buy fried noodles,” he said with a smile.
Zhara could understand the meaning of Zhorif's deathly gaze that led to Asyraf's hand still on top of his head. Hurriedly he brushed off the man's hand and said, “What the hell, Syraf?! Not muhrim tau!” He put on a pretend look of annoyance.
“Why lo? Abis hijrah?” Asyraf.
Zhara chuckled awkwardly at Zhorif before hurling a death kick towards her best friend's shin. “I said I'm thirsty too! Cepetan grab a drink!” the upset.
Despite feeling lazy, Asyraf still complied and immediately went to the kitchen to at least get a glass of water.
As her best friend was traveling, Zhara immediately threw her buttocks to sit next to Zhorif while showing off her wide smile. “Mas angry, yes?” his great-grandson.
“Ngak.” The man turned his face away, feeling intimidated by the gaze of the teenage girl.
Zhorif was secretly upset with himself for lying. But, on the one hand also felt annoyed with Zhara being too insensitive. After all, where is there anyone who is not angry or upset when his future wife introduces herself as a distant cousin?
“She's your boyfriend?” The question was thrown away without having time to filter first.
Zhara's eyes were wide. “Yes my goodness, Mas. I mah, where ever dating know! Kan, haram.”
Okay. It is certain that after this Zhara will immediately vomit because she feels disgusted by her own words. But, he did not lie about never dating because before meeting Zhorif, he was always busy by the desire of his heart to Arka.
“I can't tell him that Mas is my future husband, because I'm afraid he'll spread this news to school. Can-can get d.o me,” he explained with full of lies in every word.
Zhorif muttered as he felt everything the girl said made sense. “You sure you want to stay here?” Blame his heart that somehow always felt easily worried and compassion for everyone he met.
Zhara nodded her head without hesitation. “Not to worry, Mom. I often do, nginep here the same rame-rame Aufa and Farel.”
“Indeed they nginep here too this malem?” It seemed that Zhorif's mouth was not satisfied enough to ask.
“Ngak..” The voice coming from behind made Zhorif's eyes turn towards Ashraf who had prepared two glasses of water on the tray he was carrying. “...but you are calm, Bang. I can do it, take care of Zhara.” The man said confidently, but was so confident that he looked haughty in Zhorif's eyes.
Zhorif drank the water provided by two sips, then put the glass back on the table with a sigh. He was silent for a long time before throwing a glance at Asyraf. “Cannot. Zhara is my responsibility and I forbid her to stay at your home,”.
“Hah!?”
Zhara rounded her eyes in shock. Finish him off, if Zhorif will really send him to Zafran's house.
“Come, home.”
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“Zhara.”
The call coming from Zhorif made the girl have to stop her conversation with the sisters. She smiled broadly at her fiance while waving her hands.
Yes, as you may have guessed, Zhorif took Zhara to the hospital because her lunch hour was up and she might have been late or skipped work.
“Mas have finished working?” The girl checked the clock on her phone which showed it at 20:30 p.m.
“Hm...” sahut it is short, “....already night. We'd better have dinner first.”
Zhara gulped her saliva hard, objected and thought that Zhorif would immediately return her to Zafran's house after dinner.
“Mas can cook?” suddenly tanyanya.
Zhorif nodded his head. “Indeed, why?”
“No objection, if I cook dinner? Take it easy, I will help you, kok!”
Zhorif was silent, seemingly thinking for a moment. “But where might I take you to my home.” Of course, where is possible! Maybe his mother was crazy for her pleasure and started thinking strangely or even could tell him to get married.
Hearing Zhorif's words made Zhara immediately lower her head while sighing in disappointment.
“How about to my apartment? That's it, if you're not kesiat-“
“No, Mas!” Zhara suddenly raised her head with sparkling eyes, “Ngak will probably feel objection, kok!” continued again.
“Hm ... yaudah, if so.” Zhorif back the mangosteen.
Arriving at a luxury apartment owned by Zhorif, Zhara immediately mixed to lay her body on the sofa that felt so soft, so soft, ignoring Zhorif's protesting gaze due to his slightly raised school skirt due to his current position.
“What do you want to eat?” the man asked as he rolled up his sleeve, then washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
“Meat Mas can, no?” said the girl with a face that was too plain.
“Who taught you to talk like that?” asked Zhorif who was no longer surprised by the strange words of the girl.
“Temenku, his name is Farel...” replied Zhara honestly, “Mas, if we are married, my clothes must be replaced all, yes.” his question that suddenly remembered the words of Aufa and Farel.
“You mean?” Zhorif turned his body around and looked at Zhara with his brows furrowed.
“I thought I couldn't use Pokemon pajamas, Hello Kitty, with Doraemon.” The girl lowered her face sad, “....must be replaced the same sexy let Mas Zhorif not cheat,” he continued again who managed to make Zhorif choked by his own saliva.
“As it is, you have to stop, the same thing with your name Farel-Farel,” said after successfully stopping the cough.
“It's true yes, Mas?” Zhara was no longer on the sofa, as the girl was now approaching Zhorif to prepare to help with cooking.
Zhorif shook his head. “Punya one woman alone has made me dizzy,” murmured involuntarily which actually intends to insinuate his own biological mother.
Zhara smiled at Zhorif's words. “Means that if we marry later, I can still use pajamas with cartoon pictures?!” tanyanya excitement.
“Hm.” Just whatever.
“Asikkkkkk!!!”
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Sorry, Mbah.. because like old update 👏 ⁇ 😫