Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
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As a result of Zhorif's unreasonable request, the bride-to-be went through a process of circumcision, in which, the two were not allowed to meet before her H-day. Therefore, on a holiday Saturday, Zhara could only rumble on the mattress while staring at a photo of Zhorif that had been printed and placed into a white frame.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Darling, you don't want breakfast? From last night you haven't eaten anything, son!"

Zhara frowned after sighing in anger. This was the third time, Erna, her mother, knocked back and forth on her bedroom door and told her to come down and eat. However, what power, Zhara's body was completely limp soulless because it had been two weeks less to meet the idol.

"No way, Ma. I'm on a diet!" lie with a loud tone so that the mother can hear.

Erna was silent in place for a moment, seemed to be weighing to persuade her daughter back. However, she said Zhara's diet was also necessary, as less than a week she would soon have her wedding party.

Shortly after Erna left, Zhara's bedroom door was forcefully opened by Zafran with a spare key that the man had gotten out of nowhere.

"Sister?!"

Zhara was shocked and suddenly rose from her strange supine position. He tidied up his disheveled hair, then hid a photo of Zhorif behind a blanket carefully so as not to be caught.

"Gapain come here?" zhara asked as Zafran remained silent and sat himself on the lip of his bed.

"Sister is getting married. What's wrong with wanting to spend more time with you?" zafran's insinuation, which Zhara did not understand.

"Sister..."

"Hm?"

Zhara bit her inner cheek. He had been mentally preparing for a long time to ask this question with Zafran. However, for some reason, every time he saw his brother's cold face, his guts always shrunk.

"Can I ask you why you hate Mas Zhorif?" his slow tweet that managed to make Zafran was a bit shocked for a while.

Zafran suddenly sniffed his shoulder. "When did you ever say that you hate him?" Instead of answering, Zafran asked back.

"Sister likes him?" ask Zhara, changing the question.

Zafran hurriedly shook his head. "Obsolutely normal. Not like it or not," he explained. Zhara quiet. It invited the attention of Zafran to make the man decided to turn his head, then smile while touching the tip of his sister's head. "You are still very young. Brother just does not want you to regret later because you decided to get married quickly. Therefore, at first, Brother does not knowrestuin your relationship."

Zhara looked at the two black beads of the older brother who looked as if he was trying hard to look honest. However, it unfortunately did not succeed in tricking Zhara. Now, Zhara became convinced that the quarrel between Zafran and Zhorif was really complicated.

"Where is the wedding invitation? Have you been to school? Or are you secretly married?" ask the brother trying to shift the topic.

"Maybe only attended by my friends, brother. Not yet added the same serving of Mami and Papi colleagues," he explained.

Zafran mangosteen understand. He got up from his seat after that and walked towards the exit. However, when he was about to close the door, he paused for a moment to say, "You and Alesha are equally important in Brother's life ... and Brother will never be able to imagine Brother's life without you." After saying that awkward sentence, Zafran waltzed away completely.

...***...

Zhorif who was busy playing with Keysha was forced to turn himself towards Alesha.

"What's the matter?" zhorif asked half-heartedly, lazy to serve a topic that is always repeated by people who meet him lately.

"Crazy anyway, Rif. I still don't think you're going to get this young. I was planning on having a child, right? You're old, it's a good fit, huh!" alesha's Oceh was punctuated by her gelatinous laughter.

Zhorif shook his head. "Gue's still sane, Sha. It won't take away her happiness so soon, her future is long" the man replied as he was.

"Allah! Sure enough, Mom? You know for yourself, right, my brother-in-law's behavior like how? Plain but also tempting at the same time." Alesha said as she rolled her ignorant eyes.

"Sha, can't you, don't you just take that part? Let me take care of my own wife later," said Zhorif seemed upset because it continues to be colonized.

"Ohh .. So the bed problem with his wife, want to be taken care of by himself, Mas?"

Zhorif rolled his eyes lazily.

"Gue doesn't mean anything, Rif, but I just want to give you advice ... Zhara is not a woman who can be easily conquered," said Alesha, "conquering in the sense of bed problems, yes! Zhara is an innocent type of woman who is easily instigated, especially she has a friend whose brain is on all, like Aufa and Farel. Ih, bad anyway, if you bear the same charm! I am thumbs up on your faith!"

Zhorif's eyebrows shot up next door, beginning to feel interested in the topic Alesha was talking about. "Gue has no intention of having children any time soon. Can help?" Finally the sentence escaped after a few minutes Zhorif swallowed.

"Lo sure? This problem does not need your opinion, Rif ... Zhara too," Alesha's advice was rather startled.

Zhorif rubbed his neck clumsy, it seems Alesha did not understand what he meant. "No, not that. I have no intention of confessing to a husband-wife relationship" she explained again after closing Keysha's ears sitting on her lap.

"Huh?" Alesha gaped with perfectly rounded eyes. "Isn't that the reason you got married was because to give BoNyok your grandchild?"

"BoNyok's problem, I can handle it later, Sha..."

Alesha got up from her seat with a strained back. "Lo know, right, if Zafran denger you talk like gini, he won't be?"

Zafran nodded his bowed head. He rattled his hair in frustration after that. "How do you want me, Sha?"

"What's the matter?!" Alesha raised her tone as she began to understand the direction of their conversation.

"Gue doesn't love Zhara!"

Zhorif did not want to lose, though he tried to restrain himself from yelling at the woman.

"Riff..."

"Why? Want to run away again? Want to say, if all this time my feelings to elo were wrong?"