The Fake Couple
He's your fiancee.

"The mirror!" Kinanti pushed Ikram away, after the man was satisfied to kiss her.

Ikram looked at Kinanti who was wide in shock at him. Although her lips were tightly clenched, but the woman's eyes implied many things. That's right, there's love between them. It's just that, Kinanti could not admit it because of the circumstances and status of the Ikram who had become the husband of people.

"Don't be crazy, Ikram. You're Amber's husband, my best friend! You should have asked me this before you married Amber, why now? Don't make me this low, Ikram. If I serve you, I will be the one on the actor's stamp! People don't care who starts the affair first, for them it's me who's wrong" Kinanti lashed with tears running down her cheek. Disappointed to accept the attitude of Ikram who had kissed her forcibly.

Kram bowed after being slapped by Kinanti's words. Ikram felt himself so selfish. For whatever reason he forced Kinanti to admit a sense that he clearly knew for himself since ten years ago.

The memory of the Ikram drifted back to the SMA period. Where that day he was looking for a Kinanti that recently became difficult for him to meet. Kinanti seemed to have deliberately avoided him since he was kicked out of his Papa's house.

"Oops, sorry!" Colliding with a student at a class turn, he quickly picked up the book that fell from the student's hand.

"Eh, Kinan?" reprimand the Kram while extending the book to the person he had been searching for all over his vast school.

"Hi, Ikram." Kinanti smiled clumsily while going through the Ikram after receiving her book.

"Kinan, I want to talk to you!" Ikram called but Kinanti ignored him. The girl actually ran a small run towards the basketball court that was holding a match between classes.

Ikram dampened his steps. He doesn't like crowds. All this time he was comfortable with Kinanti because it had many things in common. Both like to go to the library not just to read but to enjoy solitude instead of reading or writing assignments. Far from noise. But now Kinanti rarely visits the library. Ikram often sees him on the edge of a basketball court with Amber and her noisy friends.

Ikram also tried to get out of his comfort zone and learn basketball from his classmates. And occasionally hang out together in a coffee shop while playing guitar until late at night. Turns out pretty fun. His attention became a little distracted from the figure of Kinanti who lately likes to disturb his mind

"Cream, where is your house?" asked Daffin while holding out a can of soft drink on the sidelines of their break practice on the Senayan basketball court.

"Well, just stop by my house after this?" Ikram offered and Daffin agreed with a single nod.

Ikram took Daffin to his house on Saturday morning. They become familiar in a short time. Almost forgot the time to play PS in the room Ikram. Moreover, Aunt treated them with a lot of good food delivered every time to the room Ikram.

"Anjrit, how delicious is your baker's cooking, Ikram!" said Daffin while devouring pempek made by Bibi that tastes no less delicious than pempek Pak Raden.

Ikram smiled to see Daffin really enjoy the dish, immediately reminded him of the figure of Kinanti who also really liked Bibi's cooking. Making Ikram secretly long for his moment of togetherness with the girl.

"Cream, Kinanti is secretly fierce huh?" babble Daffin while pressing the PS stick button, avoiding the attack of the army Ikram bertubi.

Ikram's heart was pounding hearing the name Kinanti mentioned.

"Why the hell? you have a crush?" seloroh Ikram with hot air that quietly penetrated his chest. Until he launched a crazy attack on Daffin through their PS game. Put Daffin to his knees under the intimidation of his game.

"Ah, can't you give me a little, Ikram? Sadist is very much your attack, already know I'm newbie," protested Daffin while throwing PS sticks into the bed.

"Btw, why did you ask Kinan?" Ikram also put the PS stick and turned to Daffin.

"Oh, that. The story is, I picked up a poem paper yesterday owned by Kinanti. Falling from the book. His intention is to return me. But I'm afraid he's angry, because the paper's been scuffed by me. Well, if I turn around, he's not raging, huh? Listen, you've been slipping him for a group assignment, huh? Ntar I got a tantrum, yes, if the paper I made that kuel?"

"Where's the paper, see it?"

Daffin unzipped his backpack and pulled out a scrap of poetry paper, but the writing was still clearly legible. And then I stretched it out to Ikram.

"Just like this, right."

Ikram received it with sparkling eyes. Then his lips smiled wryly as he read the contents.

'Dear, I.... I wrote your name on the sand but the waves wiped it out. Then I wrote your name on the clouds, but the wind blew it away. Then I write your name in my heart and there your name is forever engraved,'

"Don't turn around, Daffin. He's probably gonna get angry. Be stuck. Just throw it away." Ikram commented while putting the paper on the table indifferently, but later after Daffin came home he would rush to save it.

Daffin chuckled while nodding. Ikram did not realize that Daffin was only pretending to ask his opinion. Daffin is actually provoking the Ikram reaction. Curious. Want to see if Ikram likes Kinanti or not.

"Kinan, secretly saucy too huh, Ikram?" fish Daffin again.

Ikram twisting eyeball.

"ah! Cakepan is also Amber, Fin," he said just origin. But Ikram never paid attention to Amber specifically. To him, only Kinanti is attractive among all the girls in his school.

"Eh, bacot! Got me that, anyiiing!"

Daffin kicked Ikram's butt and Ikram kicked him back. Both also played kick-kicks and hit pillows.

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"Sorry, Kinan. I. khilaf."

"Please don't like that anymore, Ikram. Whatever happens between us, it's the past. Don't be tipped off again. You're Amber's husband now."

"And you? Sure you're getting married to Daffin?" suddenly Ikram. And then there was the pain of stinging his heart when he saw Kinanti nod.

A nurse interrupts in.

"Sorry, pardon. The doctor wants to talk to the guardian or family of Ms. Kinanti Queensha. Can you come with me to the room for a minute, sir?"

Ikram.

"Kinan, rest. I'll stay, okay?" pamit Ikram enveloped Kinanti.

The sister smiled knots while holding her chest which was still shocked because of caught the two people kissing hot earlier. Fortunately, he did not enter.

Fifteen minutes later Ikram returned to the treatment room and said.

"Kinan, thank goodness there were no serious injuries. The doctor doesn't require hospitalization, but at least stay here until tomorrow,"

Kinanti.

'I don't intend to go home tonight anyway, ' he thought sadly. I would like to stay in a hotel but would like to stay overnight in a hospital.

"I called Daffin. He's here again. I came home after he came."

"Eh...? Da... The daffin? you're telling him?" Kinanti was suddenly very nervous.

"Why indeed?"

"In... she wants to... come here?"

"Should. He's your fiancee. Or ... Do you want me to wait for you tonight?" whisik Ikram while plunging his gaze deeply into Kinanti.

Kinanti turned her face away, enduring the jolting turmoil within her chest.