Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 16: ANGRY BUT ROMANTIC

"Never touch mine!"

The war flag was flying high. The two young men had incited a demonic whisper to fight showing fangs.

Bugh ....

Ziran slammed down on the floor as a result of the raw bogem that Kiki placed on her right jaw suddenly, and she did not have time to dodge. Ziran hissed softly feeling the pain in his cheekbones. It was a mistake to be unprepared, and the fist was quite powerful.

"Akk!!!"

All pairs of eyes shrieked in shock watching the live handbook fight between the two men. The atmosphere in the store looked horror and made everyone shiver in there. Some visitors choose to save themselves out of the store afraid of being affected, and some others choose to survive to find a safe place and keep watching.

"Curtain!" Kiki growled, approached quickly and grabbed the collar of Ziran's shirt to stand up and back to the face. "Who are you, huh! What right do you have to rule the lives of others!" Again Ziran's body fell to the floor.

That's enough, it's not even. Time for revenge!

It didn't take long for Ziran to get up and return the fist.

Bugh ....

Kiki's body turns against the hard floor. Kiki fell lying down by holding the corner of her torn lips and spitting out fresh blood.The punch was twice as strong as her fist earlier.

"Just give up, you've lost to me!" Ziran incapacitated Kiki, supporting her under her sturdy arm. The positions of the two of them together on the floor overlapped each other, Ziran on top locking the movements of the men below him.

"Pe_cowardly .., Hahaha ..., "Kiki laughed mockingly with a cynical look in the eye. "Better you wake up! My A_ will never let go of what I claimed first, first you are a biker." Kiki's voice faltered because Ziran's arm that supported her made it difficult for her to breathe.

Two steps behind Ziran, Afra stared motionless. The body was suddenly stiff, unable to scream or just hold her hand to stop. In reality, it all happened because of itself. Why did he break Ziran's mandate not to be close to other men! Though he had been warned several times if Ziran was not a patient and very jealous person. You're so stupid Afra, her inner voice shouts.

"What you expect is futility. There's no hope Alki, she's mine now, you can't do anything!"

Ziran releases a lock on Kiki's body movements. He realized that if he didn't master his temper immediately and lost control of himself, he could kill someone. Rabb, Ziran never wanted that! Ziran stood up.

"Uhuk ..., uhuk ...," Half-sitting Kiki coughed and breathed greedily into the surrounding air. "Stop dreaming Ziran. I may be weaker than you, but I still won't give up!"

What does all this mean? In his heart Afra kept screaming not understanding.

Afra realized something was wrong. It's like a thread that's interconnected. Ziran would indeed be jealous if she was close to another man, but it probably wouldn't be this bad if it wasn't Kiki. Well, right, the guess must be right. They both look to hate each other and Afra does not deny that the two are fighting over him. Why her? This was extremely strange and made him think hard guessing the enigma intent of his story!

"I said ...,"

"Kiki, now Ziran is my rightful husband. He's right, I belong to him. Please stop all this." Afra immediately cut off Ziran's words, which if allowed his anger will be more provoked, and the path of his epilogue will be long.

On Ziran's face was a smirk smile. Afra's words made her a little quite calm. "I told you, right? There will be no chance!" Ziran was muttering in his heart.

Jamb ....

"Haha ..., what is this nonsense? Don't joke, Afra. It's not funny at all." Kiki laughed like a broken hearted person. Tell me if it's just a prank, I beg you. I'm so tormented by your jokes, Afra! Kiki's face is her inner suffering. His heart was beating strongly in accepting that fact. Nah! he does not accept the reality.

"I'm not lying, ki." Afra shook her head weakly with the glare of my eyes.

"He is my wife and I am her husband. We were married three days ago." Imbuh Ziran walked closer to his bowing wife. "Don't bother my family anymore!"

Kiki threw a glance at the wall of the shop with a picture of Afra smiling sweetly there. Kiki instead, smiled wryly as she rose from her stand on the floor. He lowered his head to grab his brush lying below, having thrown it away earlier during their fight.

Kiki put her brush back against the wall and began to continue her paintings that were not yet fully finished.

"Go away. I'll think of a way to take it back. I'm late, but I won't stop!" He said focus was on completing the curve.

Kiki is very good at controlling anger. Like nothing had just happened, casually continued his painting calmly. His breath that had been hunting due to emotions disappeared instantly.

Ziran's hands clenched tightly back. He wanted to go ahead and give Kiki another fist prize, but this time Afra was more quick to catch the fingers not to go.

"Come, brother, we're home." His expression was a little clear. Ziran looked back at Afra begging her not to grant it.

Slowly the breath came out as his emotions receded. "All right!"

Ziran linked his finger to his wife's hand and took her back to the direction of going out of the pawn, but Ziran held back the step as the door. He turned again. "Listen Alki, don't even think about taking my wife. Because I'm not taking it off anytime!" Take it before it completely disappears from there.

"We'll see where you are, Ziran!"

Visitors to the cafe breathed a sigh of relief as the cold war was finally over.

***

"Sir .., "Afra clasped Ziran's hand slowly hoping to get a reply, but again he had to swallow disappointed that Ziran did not rub him at all. This is not the first time, Afra has been trying to get the attention of her husband.

Angry guy like this, huh? Not even once or just Deheman. Grunts Afra in heart.

The speed of the car they drive is traveling on the highway at moderate speed. They would go straight to their private home and start a life together there. Afra also chose to look at the streets and interact with his thoughts only.

What exactly did he forget? Hold still.

Afra sharpened her eyes to remember her past. Did he forget something? Well, who knows Ziran and Kiki are indeed part of a forgotten past. But which one? He never saw Ziran or Kiki.

"Aww!" Afra squealed as both of her cheeks were pinched. Afra immediately opened her eyes and her irresponsible daydream disappeared instantly.

"Sister Ziran, my cheek hurts .... " Adu Afra rubbed his cheeks glancing towards the flat-looking Ziran. There was no response or apology from her husband. Ziran is just like an expressionless, speechless robot.

Ziran got out of the car and walked into the back trunk and picked up her suitcase. He pulled her up to the door of Afra's car that had not yet opened.

Ziran opened it making Afra smile. Ah, my husband if angry is still romantic too. Inner Afra shouted in excitement. He did deliberately test, not wanting to get out of the car until Ziran opened the door for him.

Afra got down and stepped towards Ziran who was standing two steps in front of the car. His gaze stared at the house with the yard so many colorful flowers growing and neatly arranged in every corner.

"Beautiful ..., is this her house, sister?" Afra's sweet smile just came out. He took the time to breathe in the fresh smell of flowers and clean oxygen that flowed around him. Every woman's dream home.

Afra gawked, Ziran just passed from before him, himself ignored. Sad, Afra just knew it would feel like this. Not cared for by the people we love, like thorns in the gangangam. Although the marriage just sprouted green bean seeds, this taste is already very torturous.

Afra was still in place.

Tring ting

There was a message notification coming in. Afra reached into his gaming pocket and took the flat object. His eyes did not blink staring at the incoming message.

This is from Ziran? A message from her husband?

Afra raised a gaze looking at Ziran who turned out to stop 7 steps in front of him. Afra opened the message.

"Yes, this is our home now. Why shut up, let's go in."

Afra smiled amusedly reading a message from Ziran. Oh, it turns out that way. Do not want to talk directly, but use the media as a means of conveying the intent. One more thing, Afra just knew the nature of this Ziran. Besides being coercive, jealous, he can also be childish when angry.

Afra instantly replied to the message with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I'm blind without you, show me directions to enter our house."

Afra giggled silently as her message was read and as quickly as seconds passed in reply.

"Wait, I'll pick you up."

A triumphant smile was imprinted on Afra's face after getting her Husband's reply.

Ziran can go on strike to talk to Afra, but can't go on strike to give romantic attention to his beloved wife. Behold, Ziran turned wide towards Afra, like the prince was about to pick up the princess who was left behind. Until Ziran in front of the idol, Jemari Afra was in a tight gang. Walk together towards the dream house. Afra leaned comfortably on Ziran's wide shoulders permeating the happiness in her heart.

"Thank you, my husband."

Tring ting

The message came back on Afra's phone.

"I love you, my wife."

- To Be Continue