Syakir And Syakira
Honor is at stake
...The honor of a woman in relation to the crown she always guarded why should it be a problem in marriage?...
...Is only honor that is the benchmark in marriage. Who wants to lose the crown by force?...
...No woman wants it. Although it is not the desire of a woman to lose a crown that has been well guarded....
...Syoramel...
"Why did this happen, Uncle? Wh why? As far as I know, you never had an enemy? So why did Syakira take away her honor!" asked Mother Zizi who made Syakira look up her head to look at Mother Zizi.
Rajis' father sighed. "It's all because of my own family. The family you just saw and reported by Syakira to the police. This has been a long time. When syakira was twelve."
The deg!
The deg!
Syakir. Syakira closed her eyes as the dark shadow approached her again.
Something he had not wanted to see for a long time was now back in his memory. Syakira's body shook violently.
Cold sweat ran through his body as his mind and closed eyes cast a dark shadow as he was forcibly tainted in front of the mother who nearly cost him his life to save her.
"Yahoo!!! Aaaa.. Nay!! Jangn touch me!! Go!!! Nooo... Sakiytt.. Mamaaa....."
Ddduuaarr...
Everyone was shocked to hear it. Syakir just jumped towards him who was a meter away from where he sat and hugged Syakira tightly.
"Hiks.. Sakiytt.. Off!!!! Daddy's!! Mamaa!!! Sakiiittt...."
The deg!
The deg!
Again, Syakira roared with all her might as the dark shadow came to her mind. Syakir hugged her even more.
Grn, deg, deg..
Syakir and Syakira's heart beats incoherently. For a moment the room was quiet. Syakira felt very comfortable and safe in that embrace.
His face was right on Syakir's chest. He very clearly heard the heartbeat that was getting tighter as his body trembled in fear.
The three people were stunned to see him. Rajis' uncle was more surprised. Because at the time of the accident there was a young man who knew who and from where had helped Syakira and helped her by the way he bathed the whole body to clean.
The eyes are perfectly rounded when remembering someone. "Ja-so ka-you.. Yours-you.. Kiki?? Kiki's the rescue boy my scaralira??"
The deg!
The deg!
Syakir hugged Syakira's body. Syakira's body was transfixed by hearing the father's words to Syakir.
Spontaneous course Syakira uprooted her vow and saw Syakir who was now closed to death but the clear circle dripped on Syakira's delicate face.
"Bang Kiki's? You're Bang Kiki? My Bang Kiki?? Kiki aka Syakir Abbas shahputra???"
"Huh?" the three middle-aged men gawked
While Syaklir increasingly tighten his hands on the body Syakira. Masi recalled clearly the twelve-year-old little girl was being persecuted by the savages.
Syakir tightened his jaw. I guess I know that. He smiled and laughed.
"Haha.. Bang Kiki's. Hix.. My Bang Kiki! So then.. You??" the speech stopped when he felt a warm kiss on his forehead.
A warm kiss until it reaches the heart. Those eyes were tightly shut as they felt his blood flow like they were being stung by a high-voltage stream of electricity.
Just like eight years ago. The same kiss from the same person.
Kiki aka Syakir. The savior of Syakira from the accident.