It Turns out There's Love
16 - ZAFIRA VS WILDA

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The day, 12:00.

Fariz as usual was standing in front of Zafira's class, before long the girl who was waiting was out of the class.

"Shalat first yes," Zafira immediately swung his feet towards the mosque followed by the friend.

"So Zafran called you?" Zafira asked, looking back for a moment at Fariz who was walking to his right.

"Yes, he said that oma today wants to move into your house? Are you happy?" the handsome man turned to the side.

"Yes, I'm glad oma finally wants to move into our house, the house becomes more crowded. You know what not? Oma was very kind and never scolded me," explained Zafira smilingly imagining the face of oma Mayang who was so calm.

"Oh yeah? Including you who refused our match? Did oma not scold you? Hehe, hehe," Fariz could still tease Zafira.

"No. Oma, mama, papa, Zafran never forced me to accept our arranged marriage. They're handing me all the decisions. That's why I love them so much" Zafira replied still with a smile on her lips.

"I go to the toilet first" Zafira said after they reached the mosque.

"Yes, I just take ablution," said Fariz directly to the ablution of men.

Zafira with a slow step towards the toilet. Just as the girl was about to enter the toilet door, Zafira came across Wilda who appeared to be carrying a bottle of mineral water in her hand as well as a pink sling bag that was slinged on her body.

"Hi Wil," Zafira smiled kindly.

But not with Wilda, not to answer Zafira's greeting, not to smile.

Wilda only glanced at a glance with a look of unfriendly eyes staring at Zafira. Wilda who was originally about to go out undo the intention and turn the body back into the toilet.

Zafira put a paper bag containing mukena next to the sink, then entered the toilet room.

Not until five minutes inside the toilet room, Zafira came out and washed her hands in the sink. The beautiful girl was astonished to see Wilda still standing in front of the sink while looking at Zafira from the mirror reflection.

"You haven't finished Wil?," Zafira again asked in a still friendly manner.

Wilda turned towards the entrance of the toilet, no one entered. The quiet atmosphere of the toilet made Wilda safer to react to.

The girl approached Zafira who was still busy washing her hands.

Suddenly unexpectedly, Wilda poured a bottle of mineral water in her hand toward Zafira's chest, until the water in the bottle was gone.

Zafira is strangled to the irreverent treatment of Fariz's friend.

"Aww. Hey Wilda! What the hell are you doing? Why are you watering me?" cried Zafira, shaking off the water that had soaked the entire front shirt.

Zafira's white shirt, made of thin cotton, became very charming when splashed with water, so that the bra attached to the body of the beautiful girl became very clearly visible from the outside.

Zafira glared at the chest, she could not believe that her clothes were soaking wet from Wilda.

"It's a punishment for a hypocritical girl like you!" hardened Wilda widened her eyes.

"Purely? What do you mean?" Zafira asked not understanding.

"Because you have taken Fariz away from me!," sizzled Wilda with a crimson face.

"What's? Take Fariz? You're wrong! I have no relationship with him. We're just friends. No more," Zafira tried to explain.

"Your mouth says no! But your heart says yes! You hypocrite!," Wilda snapped while pushing Zafira's body.

Zafira tried to resist Wilda's impulse but Wilda sneakily pulled Zafira's hair so that Fariz's friend grimaced with the pain of holding her hair and her legs dragged backwards due to Wilda's impulse, so that Zafira has now been leaned against the wall and the bag in the handle Zafira fell to the floor.

"A hypocritical girl like you really deserves this!," Wilda's hardened pull on Zafira's hair made Zafira grimace even more withstanding the pain in her head.

"Aww.., let Wilda go! Sick!," cried Zafira trying to pull Wilda's hand out of her hair, but instead of being detached, Wilda just gripped Zafira's hair more and more making Zafira feel pain.

"And you need to know, I also put ice cream in your shoes!," Wilda added later and laughed triumphantly.

In between enduring the pain due to her hair being pulled hard by Wilda, the, Zafira could still clearly hear Wilda's words admitting that it was her who had intentionally soiled her shoes a few days ago with ice cream.

"Your path is Wil! You did evil in the mosque, in the holy place! Are you not afraid of sins? Huh huh? Lest you be in this mosque just hitchhiking urination alone not to worship!," snapped Zafira angrily.

And this time, Zafira did not want to lose, deftly both hands pulled very hard Wilda's hair, so there was a pull pulling hair between the two girls. Their hands danced over the enemy's head.

Zafira's higher posture from Wilda made it easier for the girl to immobilize Wilda and teach the sinner in the house of God.

With his long hands, Zafira easily extended his left hand towards the liquid soap box that was stuck to the wall, pressed the button and held the soap to the palm of the hand, then Zafira's hand moved quickly to Wilda's face and rubbed the soap into the enemy's face.

In just two seconds, Wilda immediately screamed because his eyes felt sore, and spontaneously Wilda's hand was detached from Zafira's hair.

With her eyes still closed and the sound of her screams, Wilda turned the body around and felt like a blind man grabbing a faucet and turning it on immediately.

The wicked girl washed her face and eyes. He continued to wash with as much water as possible so that he did not realize that his entire clothes had been wet with water from the faucet.

"Felt! I hate and will not forgive those who have committed crimes in the mosque! And this is also a punishment for the person who has deliberately soiled my shoes!," Zafira snapped as she turned the sink faucet next to Wilda and washed the traces of soap in her hands.

"Good fun for your sore eyes! I'm not a weak girl who would let people hurt me for no reason!," grunting Zafira then with his right hand took the paper bag placed beside the sink and did not forget to pick up the bag that was still lying on the floor.

Then the beautiful girl stepped out of the toilet leaving Wilda still with a ringing, trying to wash her eyes that felt very sore and reddened.

Zafira entered the mosque in a wet shirt on the chest, until the bra part was wet, making the girl feel uncomfortable.

Ten minutes into the Dzuhur prayer, Zafira hurried out of the mosque and looked as if Fariz was already standing waiting for the girl.

"You've been a long time?," Fariz asked in astonishment as he stepped closer to Zafira.

Zafira was busy wearing shoes.

"Why are your clothes wet?" asked Fariz, worried.

"Let's hurry to the car!," pinta Zafira with long steps walked leaving Fariz who was still standing with his face dumbfounded.

Fariz chased after Zafira and walked beside the girl.

"Your face is thin, glaring from the outside. Shame if a man sees. You just use that paper bag to cover your chest," Fariz still had time to pay attention to the girl.

Zafira instantly regained his senses, and glanced at his chest. Sure enough, her bra appeared behind that white shirt. Zafira also obeyed Fariz's words immediately clutched the paper bag to the chest and continued to walk towards the car park.

"You haven't answered my question, why is your shirt wet like this?" Fariz turned to Zafira.

"Wilda," answered Zafira in short.

Fariz's face was immediately shocked to hear the name Zafira spoke.

"Wilda did this to you?" Fariz guessed.

"Yes," said Zafira with his face bent.

"Excession! Why could he do all this to you? Tell me!," Fariz began to get upset.

"He's jealous of me, he thinks I have a relationship with you" Zafira told reporters.

"Hmm, as expected, she must be jealous of you! The girl had been chasing me for a long time but I never cared about her," Fariz explained telling Zafira the truth.

Zafira just shut up. His feet kept moving fast. He wants to get to the car.

Before long they had reached a black Toyota Rush latest output from Fariz.

Fariz quickly opened the door for the girl.

"No need to open it, I can open it myself" Zafira refused.

"It's so stubborn. Your hand is full of stuff. Carry bag, carry paper bag, cover chest. How can I open the door of this car?" asked Fariz, ignoring Zafira's orders, and still opening the door for the girl.

Zafira could not argue, because what Fariz said was indeed true, his hands were still clutching paper bags on his chest.

Zafira immediately got into the car and Fariz quickly closed the door.

Zafira sat down and murmured, trying to dry his clothes by fanning with all five fingers.

Fariz, who had gotten into the car, immediately picked up a black jacket hanging from the steering wheel.

"This is for a while just wear my jacket so as not to get cold" Fariz said attentively.

"Give me your hand, I'll put it on, '" Fariz said.

Zafira did not refuse, she reached out with her right hand and Fariz immediately helped to put the jacket on Zafira's body, putting the jacket in her hand, starting from the right hand then the left hand and then tidying the collar of the jacket.

Because of their distance of only about Fifteen centi, Fariz was able to smell the fragrance that spread from Zafira's body, making his heart beat again. And without being told, Fariz's eyes reflexively steal a look at the face of Zafira who is still bowed to fix the position of the jacket on his body.

And the blood on the handsome man's body seemed to flow fast, while his heart was still beating watching the beautiful face of Zafira.

Until when should Fariz harbor this kind of feeling? A taste that every day is stored and swallowed by itself? A taste that is never responded to and reciprocated by the idol of the heart.

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