Love For Nabila
It's not that simple.....

...𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒉. 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒖 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂....

Two luxury cars are seen in tandem into the courtyard of a modern joglo-style house, typical of traditional houses in central Java that looks simple but very well maintained and beautiful.

The driver of the red miniCoper first got off after turning off the engine. Which is none other than Nabila the owner of the house, while behind him followed by Zahra who drives a black BMW car by circulating his gaze to the area around the house.

“Crazy, feel in my middle java. Not in east java.” cerocosnya while approaching Nabila who is in front of her.

“Not again.” His answer santuy by flicking his hand towards the front showed a haughty face but just joking.

The two chuckled softly, then Nabila immediately took Zahra's hand to invite her into the house.

Czech….

“Asalamualaikum, I'm home ! ” Say Nabila while opening the door of the house with cheerfulness and enthusiasm.

However, in contrast to Zahra who even scrunched his forehead because of astonishment. Because if in view of the situation in the area around the house, like there is no one. but, why his friend was even behaving as if there was someone in him.

“At home who is Bil?” asked Zahra later, out of curiosity. Which was immediately countered by the master with a slit.

“Nobody at home.” Answer her, stepping inside after unlocking her house door.

"Yuk in. "

“So you've been living alone all this time?”

Zahra again asked as she entered following Nabila from behind, and after she saw the sofa in the living room, she immediately threw her body and sat there. Release tired after a full day of traveling from jogja to east Java by driving alone without a driver.

“ He’em.”

Nabila also sat next to Zahra and rested her back on the back of the chair, but only briefly because she immediately stood up to put her bag there and walked towards the kitchen of the house.

“What do you drink?.” Shouted Zahra pretentious with the style of opening the refrigerator, which in fact he knew there was only water there. Because all this time he rarely shop. boro-boro fill the refrigerator, go home thanks to thank God. Because indeed he rarely went home and preferred to spend his time in the hospital with a crowded atmosphere rather than choosing to go home that felt lonely.

Zahra got up and followed Nabila to the kitchen, then sat down at the pentry table with her hand rubbing against the dust stuck there, she glanced towards the refrigerator that looked empty. Thinking for a moment about the state of this house, everything is neatly arranged but can not be denied if this House is rarely lived in. And what exactly happened to Nabila? why after four years did not meet a lot of puzzles stored by his friend?

“I'm sure you rarely return.?” Her chirps by shaking the head inexhaustible with the behavior of this one woman who like her has not been running life well and normal.

Nabila handed a glass of drink to Zahra and then sat down next to her. “ Not too, I go home even though more often in the hospital anyway.”

Silent for a moment, there was not a single word between the two of them after that.

“Qur’an letter Huud verse 101” Said Zahra breaking the silence after drinking the water of Nabila and put it to the table.

“Hah” Nabila opened her eyes looking at Zahra with a clueless look.

“Inhibited mendzalimi yourself.” Say it again regardless of the confusion Nabila.

“That means?”

“You wrong yourself by not taking care of your body properly and properly, often neglecting meal time, not resting enough and forgetting to make yourself happy. You know, ALLAH is haram a paradise for humans who treat themselves.” said Zahra explained.

Nabila was just silent, feeling reassured by Zahra's words this time which deeply touched her heart. But instead of being honest and talking about all he was even stubborn by wanting to continue to hide his life all this time which is far from the normal word of Zahra who was already wet knowing it.

Suddenly he stood up, bent down in front of his best friend by flicking his robe to and fro, and don't forget his fake laughter that looks so pitiful in Zahra's eyes.

“Mendzolimi yourself like what do you mean hem? Look !! I'm fine at this time.” elak Nabila who still insists on not wanting to display his messy life for the last four years.

“Ckkk, pathetic !"

There was a faint sound on the sidelines of the activities that Nabila was doing there. But just look hard as his efforts to look okay and happy, all seemed futile if it was in the presence of Zahra, he said, because the woman with the coksu is not that stupid to be fooled.

“Know not Bill? Happy Your version is too gray to understand. Because behind the good word yours, it actually looks very clear if you are not okay in my eyes.”

Then Zahra stood up from her seat, walked towards the sofa and grabbed her chanel-branded bag while saying “ Where is her room? I want to rest tired.”

Nabila could only stay still in his place, exhaling his coarse breath then pointing at a room door that was in the corner of the room limply.

“There.”

Zahra nodded and walked in and opened the door.

In his view, he filled the room with a look of wonder and a slanted smile.

There he saw only one small table and one cupboard without a dresser in it, the walls are plain white indicates if the room is like uninhabited even though if you remember the previous Nabila room he is very fond of decorating his bedroom with as attractive as possible, even if you remember the room, the contents of his lots of funny trinkets in his, and very fond of replacing wallpapers with colors to his tribe that makes it comfortable if others mesuk into his.

But why now, it looks exactly the opposite? this room is like unattended which seems to be allowed to die with a white paint color that almost dominates, like never lived in.

" This bill..... " Say Zahra hung up because suddenly Nabila stepped in and out of Zahra.

Walking closer to the window, then scooping the plain white curtains and standing for a long time staring at the drizzle out there with a sad look.