Hijrah Love Casanova
Mas Which One? (The zayn)

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...HAPPY READING'S......

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After taking the medicine for his wife. Zayn returned to the ER room where Fira had left with the nurse.

The beautiful girl only complied because she could not walk on her own and her head was still dizzy as well.

"Already, let's go home now," Zayn asked as soon as he entered bringing medicine for his wife.

"Yes," Fira answered briefly. Then the girl lowered her legs slowly from the gurney.

"Hey! What do you want?" zayn exclaimed, holding his wife's new leg down next to the uninjured one.

"I'm going down, what else. Not that Mas said we want to go home," replied Fira bangtung.

"Yes, but you can't walk, so wait for the nurse to bring a wheelchair."

"I can use this stick, I already asked for it from this brother," the girl turned to the nurse who accompanied her as Zayn went to redeem the medicine.

"But--"

"It's okay! I can use a stick. It's not too bad" Fira interrupted because she didn't want to bother Zayn too much, because she knew that her husband hated her so much.

"All right! Walk slowly," said Zayn could not force also for Fira to reveal a wheelchair. Shafira just nodded and started wearing a cane on the affected part of her leg.

"Come," this time Fira invited her husband. With slow steps they both walked out of the hospital.

Zayn degan faithfully walks beside his wife. He was afraid that Fira would suddenly fall because of the girl's legs which had just been sewn as many as seven stitches.

"Come in!" tell him as soon as they get near the car.

"Yes, thank you!" fira said with a small, barely visible smile.

"Mas Zayn tumben very good like this. Was he really worried about me" the girl muttered before Zayn's voice roused her from her daydream.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Agh! I was just thinking about my best friend. I forgot to say goodbye to her," replied Fira because she had forgotten her best friend Yuni.

"She must have gone home, after all, instead of your phone. Why not just call."

"My phone was left at the venue earlier. It might have been brought by Yuni, because when he wanted to take a drink. I left the bag on the table, because there's Yuni and Hanif."

"Who did you go with?"

"I went with my best friend Yuni."

"Show me the way to his house, we'll go there to get your cell phone," Zayn slowed down the speed of his vehicle.

"Serious mas?" exclaim Fira looked at her husband fixedly.

"Did my face look like it was lying again,"

"Ti-no! Yuni's house is in C1 block housing. Not too far from my house. When it's near, I'll show you the house."

"Where is your house? I don't know," exclaimed Zayn suddenly annoyed because it turns out Fira also call others by the name of mas.

"I mean Mas Zayn's house, which Mas it is." Fira's great-grandson wanted to laugh because Zayn said he did not know the mas he said.

"Why didn't you tell me our house. I guess your boyfriend's house, "there's another flowery taste that young man's feeling. A few seconds ago, he was upset. But now happy because it is him, not another man.

"I don't have a house, not Mas himself who said if I was there just hitchhiking. So how dare I say that it's also my home."

They just kept quiet and no longer talk. The couple dissolves with their own thoughts.

"It's a right turn, right?" zayn asked after they arrived in front of the entrance gate of the Yuni housing complex.

It turned out that the place was not far from the supermarket where Fira used to shop.

"Yes, later his house is white fence and there is a place of worship beside his house" replied Fira to look forward. "Forward again, it's her home on the left," Fira pointed out after they got closer to her best friend's house.

"This house?" tanya Zayn made sure because there was no Mushola in front of the house that Fira meant.

"Yes, this is his house. Just wait, let me ask you a-"

"You stay here, let me ask the security guard" Zayn said straight down from the car.

At that moment, however, a car had just arrived. It turned out to be Yuni's car because the girl had just returned home.

"Fira," Yuni exclaimed straight out of her car and approached Fira who was sitting in the car. But the windshield of his car accidentally went down.

"Yuni, what a coincidence, I want to ask my pobeo. Are--"

"There! Wait a minute let me take it," interrupted Yuni back in her car to pick up her best friend's things left behind.

"Here, what about your legs? I was gonna catch up, but I don't know which hospital you're in."

"It's okay, thank you, yeah. My legs have been sewn up and this too just came home from the hospital" replied Fira who did not get off the car. Zayn was back in the car.

"Fira, is she---"

"Yes, I'm Fira's husband, thank you for bringing her things left behind. We go home first," Zayn replied because Fira even tangent to answer what.

"Oh, i-iya," Yuni nodded in understanding as she waved her hand.

There are actually so many questions that the girl wants to ask her best friend. However, Yuni still remembered Fira saying that her husband was indeed very cold. So Yuni would ask Fira directly.

"Mas, why is it so rushed, I haven't even m---"

"No problem, I just want you to get some rest. Remember the doctor's words, that you can't move much. Until his wound was completely dry as before." the young man had run his luxury vehicle again leaving Yuni's house.

"Fira," call Zayn short.

"Huem, yes, Mas?"

"Is he non-Muslim?"

"Right, but Yuni is my best friend," after his wife replied Zayn was silent again. Until they get to her house.

"Let's get off" before his wife gets off. The young man who usually always spoke rudely to Fira, tonight suddenly being kind and very considerate. To the extent that Shafira herself became confused however, to ask Fira did not dare.

Doubtfully the girl still accepted her husband's helping hand, which was about to petrify her down from the car.

"Mas, thank you! Sorry, tonight I've been a lot of trouble for you," Fira said after they had just entered the house and Zayn also locked the door.

"Yes," the young man answered briefly. "Let's get you some money... Nah! You sleep in my room, after your feet have healed just come back to your own room." Zayn didn't want to take Fira to the girl's room.

You see, Zayn just remembered that Fira can't move much. What if suddenly Fira's legs again bleed and fainted again for fear of seeing his own blood. That was what Zayn had in mind right now.

... SERIATE......

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