Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
Real Lamar

"Where are you going?" zhara asked when she saw that Zhorif was getting ready to put on his shoes to go out.

Zhorif turned his head briefly towards Zhara before returning to focus on tying his shoelaces. "To my house" he answered.

Zhara who was sitting on the sofa immediately moved down and approached Zhorif. "Kok, come home anyway, Mas? Didn't I write here?" The girl blinked her eyes innocently a few times.

Zhorif looked at Zhara with a knotty smile that was always able to make the girl melt. "You know what, I'm a man?" Zhara answered him with a small nod. "Then, do you think that I live here with you, would be nice to look at the neighbors?"

Zhara lowered her face disappointed with pursed lips. "But, when we come, no neighbors squirm."

"It's not pleasing to the eye. Even if the neighbors do not feel disturbed, I am disturbed because I have to live on the same roof with women who are not my muhrim."

Zhorif grabbed his door knob and planned to get out of the apartment. However, his movements were stopped as a result of his sleeves being held back and pulled slowly by Zhara.

"I'm afraid to sleep alone. Couldn't this time, I don't have to think about religion?"

Zhorif stiffened his saliva nervously. His eyes seemed to have been hypnotized by Zhara's glassy innocent black bead. Fortunately, he had strong faith. Zhorif cleared his throat, then kept Zhara's hand away from her armour.

"I have to go home. My mother must have been waiting at home" replied Zhorif which means a rejection.

Zhara sighed in disappointment, then nodded her head listlessly. "Jude, Mas. Be careful on the road." Zhara waved her hand before pushing Zhorif's back out and closing the man's apartment door.

Zhorif raised one of his eyebrows in astonishment, before deciding to actually waltz off to the basement to pick up his car.

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Zhara sighed for that many times. His head moved around to see the surroundings. His mind began to drift everywhere when he saw the balcony that was visible due to a glass door that was not covered by curtains. Uncomfortable, Zhara decided to pull the curtains and cover the glass door. However, it did not succeed in making his condition improve, which there is even more bristling hair.

Zhara gave up her fear. He put up the slippers of Zhorif's house in a hurry, then rushed down to the basement floor, hoping that Zhorif would still be there and not leave.

Just one step away from stepping on the asphalt floor of the parking lot, the road was already blocked by three drunk young men who were holding each one can of beer.

"Hey, Pretty! How, alone, anyway?!" ask one of them while looking at Zhara with my eyes.

Zhara grimaced as she smothered her nose, nauseated by the pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol, coming out of the man's mouth.

"That's a hell of a smell, anyway! You guys never brush your teeth, do you?!" zhara asked blatantly without any intention of dodging or fear.

The three young men threw one another a look before bursting out loud. "Darling ... pretty-beautiful, but blo'on, huh? It's good to be a toy," kekeh one of which is approved by two other people.

"Ih! Don't grab!" Zhara brushed off the hand of one of the men who was intending to block her wrist.

The three men laughed again to see the look of fear that was increasingly printed clearly on Zhara's face.

"What, anyway?! Don't laugh! Your Eve stinks of tau carcasses!" nagging Zhara with furrowed brows did not like. "Udah, ah! I don't have time for the three of you!" Zhara pushed the bodies of the three youths at once as it blocked her path.

"Live your number, dong!" The young man who looked the most handsome among the others, held Zhara's arm and forced her to stop her footsteps. He pulled out his cell phone, then thrust it into Zhara.

"No want! I know that I know!" push the phone back to its owner.

"Haw? Do you think I ****? Dilliate from your school uniform like gini...." The man looked at Zhara's body intently disrespectfully.

Zhara gave a loud snort before pinching to hit the man on the head with a powerful enough force. "Don't be rude!"

"Bad?" The young man screeched and let out a slanted smile. "I think I should teach you what the word is really insolent." After saying so, Zhara's body was forcefully lifted towards the man's shoulder.

"Ih! Release me!"

Zhara rebelled with all her might, but still did not succeed to make the three young men surrender. Instead, they rush to push the elevator button to bring Zhara into their apartment.

"Please my wife!" zhorif's orders were flat, but his voice instead sounded terrifying, let alone with a facial expression that had never been issued by him before.

The three young men looked shocked and slightly regained their senses from his drunkenness, then hurriedly released Zhara from their sling.

Zhara's gaze immediately turned towards Zhorif standing before her, his eyes glazed with tears as if to show that he was completely frightened at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhorif stepped into the elevator, then brought Zhara into his arms without hesitation as usual.

Zhara looked shocked for a moment. However, in the next second, he began to feel comfortable and could cry loudly, satisfyingly.

"S-sorry, Bang. We didn't know she was her husband. I don't think you're married yet" said one of the three young men.

Yes, it is true that the three know Zhorif because the man is indeed quite well known by the residents of the apartment there. Of course, it happened because of his profession as a doctor, his face is too handsome, and his attitude that makes anyone who sees him feel inferior.

"How many times have I told you to stop drinking?"

The three young men were compactly directly hiding their beer cans to the back. "Stress, Bang. PR is so much at home!" said one of them ngeles.

"If stress is prayer! Not firmer!" omel Zhorif as he clucked furiously. "If I want you to get drunk again, I will admit you three to your parents!" he threatened her before sending the three men out of the elevator.

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"Are you relieved to cry?"

Zhorif dared to open the question when they arrived back at his apartment and sat on the sofa with Zhara still faithfully hugging her waist tightly.

Zhara raised her head that was originally leaning against Zhorif's chest, then nodded slowly.

"If you're satisfied, I want to change clothes first, wetness because of your tears."

Zhorif moved his hand to keep Zhara's hand away from her body. However, Zhara refused and instead tightened her embrace.

"Why do you try to use the support to leave me alone?! I'm not, scared!" Afterwards the cry of Zhara that subsided again broke down.

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry. Please don't cry anymore, will you?" Zhorif grimaced with earache, but on the one hand also felt guilty for intending to leave the girl of Zhara alone.

Zhara nodded according and stopped her deafening cries.

Both of them are silent with positions that are attached to each other. Zhara was busy neutralizing the pounding of her heart that was too loud, while Zhorif was also doing things that were not much different. Zhorif was afraid, Zhara could hear the sound of her heart because of the position of the girl leaning against her chest.

"Aren't you in the shower?" zhorif asked in a voice arranged so as not to look nervous at all. He deliberately told Zhara to take a bath so that she could quickly escape from the girl.

Zhara seemed to weigh for a moment before raising her face to look at Zhorif. "Mas want me to take a shower, don't you? I'm scared."

Zhorif was no longer as shocked as he once was. He had already begun to adapt to Zhara's vulgar-sounding words, but it actually also showed how innocent the girl's brain was. Now, it makes Zhorif increasingly want to keep and protect him from being exposed to bad associations.

"Dark...."

"Hm?"

"We're just getting married, huh?"