The Tarnished Holy
Fikhar Days

She fell asleep comfortably with the voice of the woman speaking out from her cell phone,barely forget the frenzied who had messed up his brain a few hours ago before he spent a cigarette also took the initiative to rotate a lecture until he woke up like this.

It's okay for angels to laugh at her, but for whatever sake .Nafisah's talk on her cell phone a little made her calm in control . Her magic can also divert her interest in a drink that for years has been an opium and a target when she is in big trouble. Big problem ? Tsk... It seems like this is the first time during life in such a big trouble .

He got up, then sat down at the end of the bed, trying to collect his life before he actually took a towel and headed to the bathroom, sorted out the office clothes and then went down to eat breakfast .

Talking about the morning, usually the mother will come several times to come to the room of her who was quite difficult to wake up due to drunkenness last night ,in addition to a long chat almost similar sales trading that sometimes makes Fikhar feel upset, but that's what then makes him love his mother very much.

His eyes were glazed over, his eyes ached when he remembered it all .Of course, that kind of thing he didn't get for this morning .Disappointed, especially that felt by the woman who had given birth to him, even now he is not so ready to face the woman he loved it.He was so afraid, afraid to find a wound in his eye.

His family had gathered at the dinner table as soon as he arrived .He pulled the chair and then sat his body there. Silent, there was no conversation between all of them, but Fikhar hoped that his family would discuss the matter of Nafisah, to make his heart more calm. But , what he caught from the room was only a spoon clashing with a plate, a face with no palpable taste was clearly visible on their faces.

Fikhar occasionally stole a glance, hoping to find the shady eyes of the mami.Ralat, he said,instead of her got the calm puffy eyes it was trying to avoid her gaze and trying to resist the crying that has now been created in both her eyeballs.

"take Ven, when do you want to go home ?" Ask Fikhar a stale base, creating a sound in the middle of the silence that so long created. Instead of answering 'Vena took a rough breath without any intention of answering Fikhar's question just now.

" So disappointed in them ?" Ah , he's correct .Of course they will be very disappointed .Hurriedly the man grabbed the unsalted tea before him uncomfortably.

"Fikhar first yes !" Fikhar got up, but again no one at all wanted to answer his words .He felt miserable, only he tried to behave normally.

Fikhar took a deep breath then threw it away.He still sat quietly in the steering chair then reached into his pants pocket, opened the gallery then looked at the Nafisah Photo on his phone. He zoomed then he shrunk back down, until a rude gasp sounded from his mouth.It was potentially, ever since when he could miss a woman so great.

****

There was nothing useful that he did in the office, other than spending his time daydreaming, looking at a picture of Nafisah ,looking for the ins and outs of Nafisah on social media and nothing adds up to her other than her increase she will love her on the girl . He did not know what happened to him , considering from a long time ago the model of a girl like Nafis he had scribbled on his taste list .

He's crazy, yeah ... How every day his mind flew, thinking of someone he knew hated him, even hated him so much. Every day , hour , minutes he endured the torment of his longing for a Nafisah, but there was not much he did but go to Bogor ,then lingered silently gazing at the house that had lately filled his head . He was even jealous to see the papi and his mama who were so free to visit the house he monitored to meet Nafisah .

This one week, there was no conversation between him and his family . All the families silenced her, no matter , even the existence of almost similar garbage . It is not considered his existence . All the information about Nafisah is closed, dead end, at least he never knows how his current state and condition is, because they have never mentioned about the Breath in front of him and of course ,that punishment this week was excruciating for him.

He stopped by Aryo's cafe, because for a long time he had never visited his best friend, did not argue because this one Sunday he was too cool with his world .

" I thought you were dead, Fikh!" Agree Aryo, as soon as Fikhar pulls the chair and sits facing him .He didn't know, barely conscious since when he left his car .

"Want a drink?" Tawar Aryo, so Fikhar did not mengubris speech before his.

Aryo undecided "Tumben !"the babble .While paying attention to the big changes in his best friend. Chaos on him has signaled that his life is not okay .

"Lo has done what I suggested is the same Lo ?" Aryo asked in the middle of the noise . And Fikhar just nodded in response .

"Accepted ?"Curious pursuit.

"Gue is rejected !" His reply with a rough snort of breath, so did Nafisah's reaction last Sunday when it met with his hunt going into the head.

"Police can't possibly dare to imprison Lo right ? Don't tell me Lo's in love with that girl ?"Aryo's eyes squeaked, trying to guess what his best friend was thinking.He stepped up his legs and chose to sit next to Fikhar so no customers came .

" I don't know, but I think I can go crazy if it continues like this !. My family can't help me make that girl accept me !"Complain Fikhar while kneeling his forehead, signifying the moment has thought of a monster .

"CK, yes!" Aryo clucked .

"Gue would've said the same Lo if the family he can't be bought with money . This Pliss opens the Fikhar I know .Lupain, ok . You can find another one that is more sexy and exciting !"Add her half persuaded .But no doubt ,Aryo but grimacing , pay attention to the condition of his best friend who looks so worrisome .

"His Lord wraths me for daring to destroy his beloved servant . I don't know why, but I never had this Sekacau before her !"

"To tell you about the mess Lo , what if I pesenin ..."

"Sory Ar ,gue is not interested!" cut off Fikhar who already knows where the sabbath talks are going .

"Gue unplug first yes, bay !" Fikhar got down from the chair then dragged his footsteps as soon as he could pat Aryo on the shoulder before his . For whatever sake Fikhar wants to find peace of heart, but he does not get it here at all .

Aryo he did not flinch, turned the chair and noticed the steps of his friend who had gone away.

***

No need to be reminded again, right ? wkwkw

a wise reader always leaves a mark.