It Turns out There's Love
11 - LOVE OR LOVE?

Four years later.

The days kept changing, the weeks rolled quickly, the moon crept into the year.

Without feeling already Four years Zafira, Zafran and Fariz studied at the University of Indonesia.

Now the age of three is increasing and has even twenty-one years, with a face that is certainly more beautiful and handsome.

During those four years, Fariz still met with Zafira, only that the frequency of their meetings was not every day. In one week three to four times they can meet, because every day they are busy attending courses and sometimes Zafira also have to go with his female friends on campus.

If he wants to obey his heart, Fariz wants to meet and stare every day and enjoy the face of Zafira, as time goes on, instead of making Fariz feel bored near Zafira but vice versa, the love in his heart grew even greater towards the beautiful white girl.

Once in the past few months, for five days Fariz did not meet with Zafira because the girl was staying at the house of oma Mayang and did not go home to his mother's father's house.

At that time Fariz felt there was something lacking in his life. The days are empty, every day Fariz can only see the activities of his girl worship through the story of WhatsApp or Instagram and sometimes Fariz calls Zafira just asking if he has eaten or not?

And on the sixth day, he received word from Zafran that Zafira had returned home. In the evening, Fariz immediately came to Zafira's house on the grounds of meeting Zafran to play games, but the real thing is that he was eager to see firsthand the face of Zafira who had not seen Five days.

Even if he only met Zafira for five minutes, it was enough for him to treat the longing. And Zafran was very familiar with the feelings of his best friend towards his twin brother, so that sometimes Zafran himself deliberately made Fariz to meet and chat with Zafira for a long time at home.

Such were the days that Zafira and Fariz went through, the man continued to cultivate his love for the woman, while the woman remained with her original feelings, only considering friends and relatives.

And over the years, Fariz has consciously seen the reality in front of his eyes if Zafira continues to build love with her boyfriend Ronald, who is studying in Singapore.

Every semester break, Ronald would go back to Indonesia and would always meet Zafira. The two spend almost every day together. And of course, Fariz won't have time to meet Zafira.

And the only way to meet Zafira, Fariz every day comes to Zafira's house, and for the same reason, play games or just have a casual chat with Zafran.

If you have seen Zafira, Fariz heart just feel calm and happy because his longing can be a little treated although not infrequently Zafira just passing a glance in front of him, enter the room and do not come out again.

That is how Fariz went through day after day with a feeling of unrequited love. It sounds terrible, but he must accept everything that is his destiny, must love a woman, his own best friend who never loved him. This is how it feels to love but not to be loved. Love claps one hand. Really painful.

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That afternoon, at the University of Indonesia Campus.

At 12:30.

That afternoon, the lecturer with thick glasses and half-bald hair just came out of the room, where Zafira also joined the lecture eyes.

Five minutes after the lecturer left the room, the long-haired beautiful girl also cleaned the study equipment, did not forget to bring a paper bag containing mukena, then out of the room.

When I was outside,. Zafira saw someone waving at her with a smile decorating her lips that she used to give every time she met Zafira, a smile that was so sincere and timeless despite decades.

Zafira smilingly walked towards Fariz and Fariz also walked closer to the idol girl.

"Your lecture eyes are done?" asked Fariz after the two were a meter away.

"Already" said Zafira as she pulled out the hair on the forehead that was blown by the wind.

Fariz saw it becoming gasp, Zafira indeed always looked beautiful in her eyes. It is getting better and always will be beautiful.

"We go to the mosque first, after that just eat, how?" asked Fariz asking the opinion of the beautiful girl.

"Well," Zafira nodded and set foot toward the mosque that Fariz was following.

"How was the course today? Is it exhausting enough?," Fariz asked turning his head to the beautiful friend beside him.

"Well, that's how it is, my brain feels hot. It was right in class that I wanted to take a bath with ice water to cool my head" Zafira replied. Fariz also chuckled.

"You brought a mukena?" asked Fariz after they had reached the campus mosque.

I don't know, every time with Zafira, Fariz asked a lot of questions to the girl, whether it was just asking, have eaten yet? finished studying yet? have you prayed yet? And so forth.

"Yes, here I take him," Zafira lifted the paper bag in her hand.

"Oh yeah, I didn't see it just now" Fariz nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, they finished the Dzuhur prayer.

Zafira had just come out of the mosque and saw Fariz had faithfully sat waiting for him on the terrace of the mosque.

Zafira was going to wear his shoes. The girl's eyes turned around looking for her brown-colored shoes that were lined up among dozens of other shoes.

Zafira's eyes were round, surprised to see the shoes she was looking for looked dirty exposed to ice cream spills right inside the shoes, it seems like someone passed by and accidentally dropped an ice cream luminaire on Zafira's shoes.

Zafira was confused, how to clean it, because the spill was quite a lot, maybe almost 2 spoons.

From where he sat, Fariz noticed Zafira's face, which looked confused and never put on her shoes.

The handsome man immediately walked up to the girl.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so confused?" asked Fariz, looking in surprise at Zafira.

"That's it!," Zafira used her lips to point towards the shoes on the floor.

Fariz immediately turned his gaze looking at the floor. Fariz who has memorized the shape and color of Zafira's shoes helped round the eyes to see the shoes looked dirty filled with ice cream in it.

"It's okay, you don't panic like that" Fariz said, calming the friend down.

"How can I wear a shoe if there's that much ice cream in it? Who brings ice cream to the mosque? should have spent the ice cream in the mosque. In this mosque is a holy place, not a place to eat! piqued!," grumbled Zafira manyun.

Fariz smiled seeing the beautiful girl nagging increasingly make Fariz's heart more interested. Fariz sat down and picked up the dirty shoes.

"Already, don't nag on your face later get old. You're taking no wet tissue?" Fariz looked up at Zafira.

"The dry tissue and the wet tissue in my bag are all gone. Yesterday forgetfulness wanted to stop by the mini market," Zafira

"Hmm, how would you like to clean these shoes if there is no tissue? Where the ice cream is quite a lot in your shoes," Fariz so confused to look to the right and left trying to find a solution.

After a few seconds of thinking, the smart man finally got an idea. He reached into his pants pocket and took out a blue handkerchief.

Fariz sat back down and took his shoes and tried to rub a handkerchief into his shoes, but Zafira quickly forbade him.

"Fariz don't!," Zafira's voice surprised Fariz.

Fariz stopped his intention and looked back at Zafira.

"Why don't? I just wanted to clean your shoes, why did you ban me?," Fariz asked furrowing both eyebrows.

"Don't sacrifice your handkerchief just to clean the ice cream," Zafira with her kindness couldn't bear to see Fariz had to dirty her handkerchief just to clean up the ice cream spills on her shoes.

"It's okay, at home there are still many stocks of my handkerchief, so you don't have to worry," Fariz replied casually.

"But Fariz..," Zafira's sentence was interrupted because Fariz had cleaned the inside of Zafira's shoes with a blue handkerchief, removing the ice cream spills little by little until it was dry and clean.

"Wait a minute, don't wear it first" Fariz stood up and turned around.

"Eh, where are you going?" called Zafira who made Fariz step stop.

"You wait here, I want to wash this handkerchief first in the toilet, but the shoes should not be used first!," Fariz reminded and then ran small to the toilet.

Zafira could only be silent. This was to many times and countless times, the attention and help Fariz had done for him.

Deep down, Zafira actually likes Fariz, likes his gentle, kind nature and takes great care and prioritizes himself, but Zafira feels that the feeling of liking is just a casual feeling, because every time I met Fariz, the girl never felt as gurgling or as homesick as she felt when she was with Ronald.

If with Ronald, the girl often felt stubborn and not infrequently when he arrived at home after returning from a date, the girl was often, Zafira is often seen smiling herself imagining the date she just went through with Ronald.

It was different when he was with Fariz, almost every day he met and was with Fariz, but he never felt nervous or imagined the face of Fariz. Not once did he feel that.

I don't know what Zafira's heart really wants. But clearly he likes Fariz and wants to always be friendly with him and does not want to be away from the handsome man.

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