Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 9: THEM?

A few seconds Ziran was silent.

When he regained consciousness, he ran palely and sat down to bend his leg next to the two girls who were injured. After checking the condition of both. Debi was lucky, the girl had only sprained on her left leg, probably due to a slip. But this time, Ziran's eyes were tightly shut suppressing anger, Afra's right wrist was broken, bruised and had swollen.

Far from lucky!

Ziran had no idea what the chronological events were like?

Afra, did not take his eyes off the hand of Ziran who was still checking the condition of his right hand. "What are you doing here?" He was very quiet noisy. Ziran raised his gaze, just before his attention turned to the five friends Afra had just come.

Bika, Reza, Joy, Mila and Farsya, are shocked to see the figure of a foreign man they first saw, as well as Afra and Debi who are found to have been injured. What the hell has happened?!

"Afra! Debi!" Farsya and Mila ran over to two worried friends.

"What happened to you guys?" Mila asked but was rewarded with a soft ring from Afra and Debi.

Water face Ziran flat. More precisely to withstand the emotional turmoil that can at any time master it. Ziran wants to vent to her fiance friend who is not good at guarding two girls at once.

What the fuck!

However, Ziran again put all that aside. Afra and his friend need more treatment because of an incident that almost jeopardizes the safety of both of them, especially, his future wife.

Ziran again took a deep breath, sealing his sentimental.

"Who are you? What the hell's going on? why are you here?" Bika is quite brave enough to ask questions at a crucial time like this.

"Is that important!" The seal of patience has come off. The anger of Ziran wins over the body of its owner. Suddenly all shuddered to accept the clash, not least Afra.

The girl stared fearfully at the man she knew warmly, changing. "Zira .... " Squeer Afra, pull up the end of Ziran's shirt that has fallen apart. No response. The man has been consumed by demonic sedition, unleashing anger.

"I'm just asking who you are! Are you the one who caused our friend to get hurt! What's wrong, I ask?!"

Ziran growled.

"Why accuse before there is evidence. Don't get into trouble, Bik." Reza pinned Bika's head, warning her through the gaze of her eyes to be silent. "You blinded that man to the point of glaring at you, he must be angry that you accuse him!"

"It's also impossible that he did it. He's got the same attention, Afra. Look, until it's held again." Joy chiming. "Mom's word: Someone is easy to guess from mimicry and emotion. We die if he's brother, om, or future husband Afra. The nauzubillah! Dead Bika, die us!" Joy shuddered, guessing half-whispering.

"You guys almost made two of your friends wretched! Do you still deserve to blame someone else - is this clearly your fault?" Ziran snorted turning his face towards the trees. "Forming an adventurous group means sharing comfort, safety, and taking care of each other. If it's like this, you better break your pleasure routine. Instead of being happy, you can get worse than this!" The tone was firm and full of emphasis.

All pensive. Digesting every word of the man.

"Where's all your stuff?" Ziran looked at Afra, exhaling lessened her anger.

Afra blinked with Ziran's question. As hypnotized, he pointed the index finger where his belongings were. Ziran nodded, turning her back to Afra.

"Good!" Tell Ziran to have Afra ride on his back.

Afra was silent about protesting. "I ...."

"I said ride, Afra!"

"We're not halal yet, this can't be..." Afra refused again. "By the way, both of my legs are fine. I can still walk."

Ziran was breathing rough, rising up standing in front of Afra. "Yes, you go first. I'll guard it from behind." He better be resigned.

Before taking a step, Ziran looked back at the three silent youths, watching in confusion.

"Why silence? You're just gonna look at your friends who can't walk this way? Carry him!" The three young men immediately straightened stiff, eyes rounded. Ziran's gaze was so scary!

Reza advanced, stepped towards Debi and carried him behind his back. Mila and Farsya help Debi up. "Please bring my things and Debi." Pinta Reza is taken by Joy and Bika.

"You must be the chairman, lead the way!" Ziran's orders were firm. To make Bika growled, but chose to close her lips tightly. Relax, Bika!

"okay!"

The eight young men walked towards the forest exit, as usual guided by Bika - on Ziran's orders. Everyone is busy in their own minds. For Afra, the girl walked lightly without any burden, all her luggage was taken over by Ziran. His torn clothes were lined with his warm sweeter, covering half of his swollen hands. Ziran at the very back, monitoring everything, especially his injured fiancee. If it wasn't for Afra's stubbornness, the girl would definitely not have bothered to walk this far, she would have carried him.

5 Minutes walk.

Ziran asked "Want me to carry?"

Afra answered "No!"

10 Minutes of stepping.

"I'm a carry, Dad?"

"No way!"

20 Minutes of travel.

"Capek, right? Here I'm a sling."

"I said no yes no, Ziran!"

The man was breathing long.

"alright. If you're tired, my offer stays valid forever."

"..."

Not digubris!

They stopped, rest for a moment.

It was already a quarter of the way, soon they would be out of the forest and signs of Afra's exhaustion began to show. Every now and then Afra leaned against the tree and caught her breath, tired. Well, how else, every time he stepped his hand along reacted to the throbbing pain, but he held it. Ziran waited for the girl to accept her offer, but she never came.

Bika was walking towards Afra, which was five meters in front of him. But before that happened, Ziran stopped by to stand in front of Afra blocking the view. Bika stopped stepping, Ziran's sharp gaze meant to repel.

Bika clenched her hands, choosing to leave.

"When you get home, I hope you won't resist." Ziran sat to the right of Afra.

Ziran turned his head to the right. "Something. Accept, yeah." A small smile for Afra.

Afra sharp-eyed. "I know your nature. I don't accept any, you will force!" Afra's laughter was a small snort.

Ziran laughed out loud. "You know my nature? Whoa, great, dream wife."

Ziran gets a small stone throw from Afra's left hand. "I'm still curious, can't you be here?" Afra changed the subject.

Ziran closed his eyes and fumbled the air around, like a fortune teller. "I have strong instincts and alarms if my bidadar is in danger. I'm superhiro!"

"Pffftt ..., ngaco you!"

The pair of humans laughed, forgetting the tension that had been created. Ziran very easily changed all situations, making Afra dissolve in it. As it turns out, keep them until they are heard and become the center of attention of friends Afra. Everyone was wondering, what kind of relationship were they in?

Forget that! They'll find out!

Less than an hour they walked and finally made it out of the jungle. A happy smile was on all of their faces.

"Afra ..., you're coming with us, right?" Bika asked and answered Afra's enthusiastic nod.

"of course! I'm coming with you guys ...."

"And come home with me." Ziran immediately cut off Afra's speech and blocked the way of the girl who was about to get out of place.

Ziran gets the Afra plot.

"What?" Plain-looking ziran. "Come, go home!" Without a cue pulled the girl's left arm. Take Afra away immediately, not letting her say goodbye to her friends.

Bika tightly gripped the clump of her hand. "Who is that man? How will!"

Joy squeezes Bika's shoulder. "There can be no home without its owner, not even a demon." No one understood that absurd remark. "Take sure of me, Nebak is always right. She's her future husband Afra." Serious Joy.

"Do not add heatin, it is hot, oi. Back away!"

Bika was even indignantly unclear. Running after Joy wants to throw her a wooden twig.

" Dh, Sensi is very full of people." Reza's chirping head. He's still holding Debi. "Mila, Farsya, even bengong .., Let's go home! Do not think too much about the problem of Afra, sooner or later all must have an explanation." The burden piled on Reza's shoulders as she carried Debi who was now asleep, could still read the confused look of the two girls.

Too sensitive!

***

"Open your jacket!"

Ziran's orders made Afra glare. "You what?"

"Don't think of anything! Just apply this antibiotic cream so that there is no infection in your hand wound." Afra breathed a sigh of relief hearing that explanation. Ziran took an antibiotic cream on her car's dashboard. "We'll go to the hospital when we get to town."

"Dad. Here, let me. Not mahr ...."

"Not mahrom, don't touch, not kosher. Yeah, I know, that's. It's ...."

Afra giggled at Ziran's sour facial expression. "Why does it get tangled up? That's right, isn't it?" While taking out the wound ointment that was on Ziran's palm.

"My wife's mother ...."

Afra twisting eyeballs, puffed up. It's up to that guy.

Ziran's car has entered the city and landed smoothly in the hospital's car park. The man got down and circled the front of the car opening the door for Afra.

"I can do it myself." Afra protest was upset.

"Don't be a strong ass!" Ziran ticks down on Afra's protest.

Always arguing.

Now Ziran was focused on watching every word that the middle-aged doctor in front of him said. Next to him was Afra, just sitting and quiet. Looks moody. After Afra's hand on the ronseng earlier, the bones were indeed shifted and he had to have his right hand flipped short, attached from his knuckles to the bottom elbow.

"How many days should my hands be like this, Doc sir? Can't it just be opened?" Afra asked excitedly, no smile. Worried, what if Umi and Abi know her hand is broken?

"Normally 3 to 8 weeks, depending on the level of speed the bone gradually returns to its original place. You can feel it yourself from the pain of your hands when moved. Do not lift heavy objects, rest your hands completely if you want to heal quickly." Obviously Mr. Doctor. Afra was getting more moody.

Ziran smiled in a head-scalp, grabbing a red marker in the place of the doctor's equipment.

"OK, can I borrow it?"

"Oh, please." The doctor's name, Rudi, smiled. Rudi knew what the man was going to do with the marker, it would definitely draw in the cast. It's not just that guy who's ever done that.

The flicked hand, grabbed by Ziran and placed on the doctor's desk. Close the open marker on the aid of his mouth, put the eyes of the marker on the white object, want to make a work of art.

"You what!"

There's no answer. Ziran instead began his draftsmanship in the cast of Afra. Painting a human pair in bridal clothes and love-love as the frame. Also, writing the words haste that made Afra hold back an amused smile.

#Hi!!-

#iniakuZiran - girls

#Your betrothed - #AkuSiapBecomeYYour Hands - #JanganSad.

#I'veAlwaysThere -

- #As HeroMu-Masked

"Pffff ..., Where's the masked hero from? this is your real face, right? Don't make it up, deh. Or Oh, you're wearing a mask now! yeah, yeah?" Chirps of Afra laughed as Ziran wrote the word 'masked hero' - That's right.

"You will remember." Ziran cleared his throat very long.His gaze was only centered on the cast of Afra, not daring to stare at the girl. "Please don't forget, they." The next is full of puzzles.

Afra frowned inside. "They?"

- To be Continue