Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
A Step Closer

Asyraf, Aufa, and Farel were visibly agitated in the car which suddenly became silent due to the loss of one of their personnel. "Kok, I'm worried that Zhara's getting caught, huh?" It seemed that Farel was the one who felt the most uneasy among the three of them because he felt guilty for leaving the girl accidentally. "Are we the princesses back, huh?" Asyraf and Aufa nodded their heads without a second thought.

To be honest, the three of them were equally worried about their plain-brained companions over that fool. Although Zhara is sometimes very annoying, the girl is the only one who is willing to sacrifice for her friendship.

If you remember, the kindness of Zhara a week ago is indeed unforgettable. At that time Farel seemed to have difficulty working on a math exam and asked the girl for help. Zhara unreservedly pulled the printed book she had placed in the desk locker and opened it to help Farel fill out the test questions. Farel was eventually caught off guard, Zhara unhesitatingly raised her hand high and confessed that she was the one who was guilty of giving the book to Farel and that, of course, the two should be punished for cleaning it together.

Aufa snorted, now his fingers were focused on moving to press Zhara's number.

However, a pat on the shoulder coming from Asyraf, broke his focus. "That's Zhara, right?! How, could it be Bu Mitha, anyway?" Farel looked surprised when he saw that Bu Mitha seemed to be walking closer to his car.

"Wooh! The situation is on red, here! I'm sorry, Sister Zhara...." Farel stepped on the gas after saying his apology. Indeed, even though Farel loved his best friend very much, his affection for Zhara still will not be able to exceed his affection for Chilli-name of his favorite car. In the end, the car drove back away from the courtyard of the mosque.

On the other hand, Zhara seemed to be waving her hands excitedly as Bu Mitha bade her farewell to go to school first and left her alone with the most handsome man she had ever met in person in her entire life.

"Do you like to eat ice?" zhorif asked just to make small talk to remove the awkwardness that hit both of them. Ah, more precisely Zhorif.

"Like. Especially if the purchase is won by the same!" zhara replied without any awkwardness or embarrassment in it.

Zhorif looked surprised and almost choked on his own saliva from hearing the reply given by the girl. "Mass?" The man knitted his black and thick brows, indicating that the call was a little troubling to him.

"Whoa, Mum! Time Om?" sahut Zhara with a plain look.

"Call Me, Brother .. or just use a name doesn't matter either" Zhorif replied clumsily.

Zhara also furrowed her brows. The girl displayed an expression that explained that the owner of the face was thinking hard. "Sister? Don't wanna! No, not my brother, we have no blood ties! Calling names is also not permissible, it is not polite in Indonesia. So, I'll call you, okay? Let's be like Mami pas calling Papi!" sahut Zhara again made Zhorif want to choke with his own spit. Clearly, the man was a little shocked by Zhara's very behavior..ah! I don't know, he himself can't even describe it.

"What's the ice, Bang?" tanya Mang Mamat, the legendary ice princess seller who is very well known by the people of Jakarta.

"I pesen ice daughter two. You?" Zhorif turned his head towards Zhara, waiting for an answer.

"One day," he replied, sitting his butt on an empty bench that was provided by Mang Mamat for the buyers of his ice. Blatantly, Zhara looked at Zhorif who was standing behind her. He did so for quite a while, before slowly pulling the white shirt the man was wearing for Zhorif to turn to him. "Sit here, Mas," asked Zhara, patting the empty bench next to her.

Unpleasant to refuse, Zhorif decided to sit next to the girl after pulling her stool to give them enough distance.

"Mas, there will be no need to anterin me to school, because I already have an appointment with my acquaintances outside," said Zhara suddenly while playing pebbles lying on the ground using her shoes.

Zhorif turned his head to look at the girl. "Isn't this still school hours?" he checked his dark brown watch to make sure it wasn't wrong. Zhara remained silent, confused to answer. "Stupid?" zhorif asked in a subtle tone, causing Zhara to turn to the man and shake her head in panic.

"Ehm .. not truant, rather - Ouch! It's cold!" Zhara screamed quite strongly when a foreign man sitting next to her, dropped his ice-breaker right on the girl's thigh.

The subpar-faced man silently smiled faintly, and it was accidentally captured by Zhorif's sharp eyes. "Eh? Sorry, Ma'am! I was not intentional." The man seemed to rush out his hand to sweep away the ice spills of his daughter that hit the skirt as well as the girl's thigh. Unfortunately, the plan was foiled by Zhorif who had already held the man's hand and threw him away from Zhara.

The foreign man who was about to go perverted rushed to leave the Mang Mamat residence with a feeling of anger mixed with shame.

Zhorif sighed, rubbing his chest as he moved his lips to stand up, expelling the anger still lingering in his heart. After finishing, Zhorif also returned his attention to Zhara who had been watching him since. The man took some dried tissue on the table and thrust it at Zhara. "You wipe yourself" he said.

"Why not just?" zhara asked with plain shock at her round eyes.

"Not the muhrim," replied Zhorif who made Zhara mangosteen as if to understand.

After getting the order they wanted, Zhorif invited Zhara to get into his white SUV and run the car in silence. The silence that dominated the room, of course, made a Zhara who was in the middle, began to be busy looking for activities so as not to get bored, and the choice fell on the ice puter still wrapped by clear plastic. The girl ate her ice cub quietly while stealing a glance towards Zhorif.

"Mas, I don't want to go back to school" Zhara said when Zhorif's car stopped right in the courtyard of Tanjung Pelita High School.

"Why?" ask Zhorif.

Zhara shook her head slowly with a gaze looking down. "No need," he answered.

"I am responsible for your attendance at school. I have been given the same mandate as your teacher" Zhorif said implying a persuasive tone in each of his words.

In the end, Zhara could only sigh in anger and reach into her skirt pocket to take out her phone that had fallen to the ground a while ago. The girl thrust her phone towards Zhorif with an indecipherable facial expression.

Zhorif again knitted his brows, looking puzzled by the strange behavior of the girl next to him. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"I'd like to go out if you give me Mas's phone number" Zhara explained in a firm and undeniable tone.

Zhorif could only sigh in anger because he could not say anything more. He could not waste his precious time just to take care of the naive girl he had just known, plus his mother's ice-printers had begun to melt. Zhorif received the phone and rushed to enter his phone number. "Happy?" The man returned the phone to its owner.

Zhara shook her head with her muted face. His fingers struggled to save and call the number he received, fearfully Zhorif secretly tricked him.

Drrtt .. drrttt....

Zhorif picked up his phone to convince Zhara and showed her a screen showing a foreign number written there.

Zhara smiled in satisfaction and got out of the car with a flowery heart. "Be careful, Prospective Husband!" Zhara waved her hand at Zhorif's moving car.

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