It Turns out There's Love
02 - RONALD'S
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"You haven't answered my question, Fran? Zafira where? Why isn't there with you?" Fariz tried asking again as the two were walking towards the parking lot.
"Obviously, he'd come home with Ronald" Zafran replied.
Hearing Zafran's reply, Fariz suddenly took a breath and threw it heavy, he had guessed that Zafira must have been alone with Ronald.
"You agree with your sister to be dating the playboy basketball player?" asked Fariz later, trying to question Zafira's relationship with Ronald to Zafran, Zafira's twin brother.
"Actually I don't agree Zafira close let alone dating Ronald, but how else? Zafira seems to have fallen in love with the great basketball and I can't ban them. The decision is in the hands of Zafira," said Zafran softly barely audible, he did not want to hurt the friend who loves his sister.
"Yes you're right, we can't control Zafira's heart, much less force her to leave her boyfriend," Fariz said, bowing his face as he kicked a soft pebble blocking his footsteps.
If to be honest, Fariz's heart ached and was not willing to see Zafira with Ronald, but he also did not want to block the feeling of love that the girl felt towards the man of her clan.
Zafran only fell silent, turning to the side, looking at Fariz's gloomy face.
"Already friends! Try to forget Zafira! if you are still desperate to wait for him, you must be ready to always be hurt!," Zafran reminded his best friend while elbowing Fariz's arm.
"That's the problem, I can't forget your sister. Zafira is second to me. She's smart, kind, beautiful, gentle and considerate. I liked your sister a long time ago" Fariz was always honest about her feelings for Zafran.
Zafran shook his head, this to the many times Fariz revealed the contents of a heart that Fariz had been quiet for too long for his twin.
"It's up to you!" said Zafran, shrugging his shoulders.
After the two reached the parking lot, Zafran gave a smile to the driver who had been waiting for him since.
"Oh yes, did you take the bike or not?" asked Zafran to turn his gaze to Fariz.
"No, this morning I deliberately did not bring a motorbike, my intention was to follow you and Zafira, but it turns out Zafira did not come home with you," Fariz said with great disappointment.
"Yes already, rather than you take a taxi, better come with me, who knows when Zafira will be home" Zafran bargained.
"Alright, I agree," Fariz smiled nodding.
The private driver Zafran and Zafira were leaning against the car while sipping a cigarette in his hand.
"Young master's home? Young lady where?" asked Mardi in a curious face.
The 35-year-old driver would ask questions every time Zafran went home from school without Zafira.
"Zafira was escorted by Ronald, mas," Zafran explained, entering the car without being opened by the driver.
Laras has taught his children if they get in or out of the car, should not need to be opened by Mardi, but should open the car door themselves, he said, so do not be surprised if Zafran and Zafira have been used to get in and out of the car by opening themselves without having to indulge in telling the driver to open the door.
Mardi is the son of former driver Mang Gatot Arga who has now rested and returned to his hometown with his wife, bik Lina. Mang Gatot asked Arga for Mardi to replace him after he stopped working at the wealthy host's house.
Both Arga and Laras agree to Gatot's mang request because Gatot workers are loyal to their families, and they believe Mardi will also be as loyal as his father and mother.
Fariz was not asked to follow Zafran into the car, has become a routine Fariz if not bring his big bike, he will join Zafran and Zafira, Zafira, their homes are not too far apart either.
Thirty minutes later, Mardi had parked the car into the courtyard of the mansion.
Laras had been waiting for the arrival of her children at the door.
Zafran immediately kissed the hand of the mother, the beautiful woman rubbed her son's hair with a loving smile, followed by Fariz kissed Laras' hand.
Laras behaved similarly to Fariz, gently rubbing the head of his best friend's son and the child they had betrothed to Zafira.
"There was Fariz as well, come on in, baby, we eat first," Baras bargained so gently to the two teenagers in neat uniforms.
Laras walked in accompanied by the two handsome children.
"Alhamdulilah aunty healthy mama," said Fariz who tailed behind Laras.
"Thank God if your mama is healthy, put your bag first in Zafran's room, after that you eat yes,"
"Good aunt, thank you," said the good boy walking following Zafran's steps towards the room.
After finishing eating and performing the Dzuhur prayer, Fariz had no intention of leaving Zafira's house, he still wanted to wait until Zafira returned home.
At 15:00.
After patiently waiting for Zafira, the girl he was waiting for finally showed up who was escorted by the tall basketballer using a large motorbike.
Fariz and Zafran, who were sitting on the terrace, turned their eyes to the sound of the motor that had stopped inside the yard, four meters from where they were both sitting.
Zafira came down from the green motorbike.
"You want to go in?" asked Zafira after getting off the bike, the beautiful-eyed young girl asked the figure sitting on the bike.
"It's late in the afternoon, I just go home, tomorrow don't forget to accompany me to buy sports shoes," Ronald reminded Zafira again.
"Beres, with pleasure," said Zafira smiling so sweetly to his upperclassman.
Fariz who saw the sweet attitude that Zafira showed to Ronald immediately threw away his face, he did not want to linger watching the intimacy of the two people in front of him.
"Excuse me" said Ronald to his two underclassmen who were sitting in chairs.
Zafran and Fariz nodded with a smile to Ronald, who, in a split second, had Ronald disappeared from their sight.
Zafira with long hair draped around her waist, stepped casually with a smile decorating her lips entering the house. And as the beautiful girl flashed in front of Zafran and Fariz, she simply smiled and continued to enter without even spouting a word to Fariz who had been waiting for her to sit there for a long time.
Zafran glanced at Fariz, he could see the change in his best friend's face.
"Prophey! I told you, forget Zafira!,"
Fariz was silent at Zafran's words.
"Well, I'll go home first" Fariz got out of his seat and went into the house looking for Laras.
The teenager saw Laras in the living room watching television.
"Tante, Fariz, excuse me, please, please, please,"
Laras turned to Fariz and immediately approached the teenager.
"Yes, come home, it's late in the afternoon, you have to rest and get home" said Laras, whose hand Fariz had reached, kissing the hand of the mother of the girl he admired.
"Yes aunty, once at Fariz's house must immediately rest," Fariz replied politely.
"Let Mardi take you home" Laras said.
"No need for aunt, Fariz just walk, the house is close, most walk only Ten minutes,"
"Already, don't argue. Let Mardi drive you home. Do not forget to take your bag first in Zafran's room," said Laras reminded.
Fariz did not dare to refute Laras' orders, the teenager immediately nodded and walked to Zafran's room to pick up the bag.
After a few minutes, Fariz had been on the terrace of the house which was escorted by Laras and Zafran.
"Fariz came home aunty first, thanks for lunch today. Fran I came home first, Assalamu'alaikum..," said Fariz into the car.
"Sama-sama son, Wa'alaikumsalam," said Laras smilingly nodding.
After that the car immediately shot away from the multi-storey building.
"Let's go, son, you also enter and rest in the room," asked Laras to embrace Zafran's waist which height of the child has exceeded the height of Laras.
Zafran smiled following his beautiful mother's invitation and walked side by side with her, entering the house.
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