Tiba Khitbah
Shut up or get out!

Alex chattered while cleaning Zahra's hands. The man was indeed very good at making him feel guilty about him, even stupid Zahra, silence was a weapon for him to accept Alex's treatment of him.

Alex always said that he was careless, everything he did was not careful, even the small things that were fatal made him look like a very stupid woman. However, Zahra's stupidity made her feel the tenderness, care and love given by Alex, so that her eyes could not blink a bit from looking at her handsome face. Moreover, the face was exposed to the moonlight, making Alex look very dazzling in Zahra's eyes.

"Zahra, who is he?"

Andika's question made Zahra aware, so that he immediately threw his face because of wrong behavior. Even his entire body trembled like a thief who had just been caught taking something by his owner.

"I am Zahra's brother, who are you?"

Alex who was not asked even interrupted Andika's question, even the answer sounded so ketusnya that made Zahra become unwell to Andika, but some of Zahra's heart felt unacceptable because Alex called her his sister.

"An-Andika, ma-sorry," said Zahra nervously with a face down in embarrassment.

Zahra really could not imagine how she wanted to escape from two men who were currently looking at each other and face to face full of hatred.

"Daddy, who's this guy?"

Alex's tone of voice rang out loud, there was anger peaking with boiling blood heating up his body.

"She's Andika, my office mate."

The short answer that came out of Zahra's mouth, at least can make Alex satisfied and relieved, so that he no longer bothers or acts cynical to Andika, so that he can not be, because after all Zahra will be embarrassed if you have to face every day with Andika in the office.

"Did you make a deal with this man so you wouldn't come to see me?"

Alex's voice sounded very loud and loud, to make Zahra mentally shrivel like a shy princess. Zahra was shocked and never saw Alex acting this angry and regretful to her, let alone scolding and snapping her in front of others.

Yes, for some reason, the grains of clear crystals finally fell down on Zahra's cheeks. He cried and let out tears of sadness at Alex's attitude that was far from being kind to him.

"Zahra, are you okay?"

Again and again something happened beyond Zahra's expectations, the man named Andika gave him a handkerchief.

The different attention feels really very written, maybe pity or maybe also because it is not hearty, but one thing I am grateful for, if the presence of Andika here is now enough to help him.

"Andika, can you please take me away?"

Gently and sobbing, Zahra looked at Andika's face expectantly.

Yes, without thinking, Andika immediately pulled Zahra's hand, carrying the girl running away leaving Alex without further ado and without caring about the man.

Alex yells at Zahra's name, but the girl chooses not to care about the man, because meeting Alex at this time does not make her relationship with the man good, but she does, but even as bad and misunderstandings become more and more so.

Zahra did not want to break her heart. He also did not want the harsh words that came out of Alex's mouth to make him reply until the words hurt their hearts and feelings. So, one of the best ways that Zahra can do now is to avoid without meeting face to face, calming down for a moment until the state of the two improves again in order to solve the problem with a cold head.

"Andika, can you please let me go?"

Zahra stopped her footsteps, pulled her hand that was currently held by Andika, trying to break away because she had made sure that Alex had not chased them anymore.

"Sorry, Zahra."

Quickly, the man immediately let go of Zahra's hand. The man's face also looked very nervous with a misbehavior.

"Andika, thank you so much for the help you gave me today, I hope we forget this incident and assume never saw anything. I'm sorry I have to go!"

After finishing his speech, Zahra immediately ran away from Andika towards her house. But strangely tears kept falling flooded the girl's cheeks all the way home.

Shadowed by Zahra Alex's face filled with anger at him, even the loud voice that rebuked was still ringing in the mind of the beautiful girl.

'Here you go, Zahra, don't think about men anymore, they just hurt your heart and your feelings!' zahra said in her heart with the sadness she brought with her.

For a long time Zahra had been stuck in a relationship of uncertainty and obscurity that left me devastated. It seems lost, without purpose and without certainty. It is like being stuck in an endless empty circle until it can no longer get out of that endless circle.

"Zahra, where are you from?"

Again and again Zahra was surprised by the presence of someone who made me shocked. The man wearing a cocoa shirt looked down his eyes as I looked at his face.

"I have to get in!"

Zahra walked quickly to the side of her house, where she had fled. The girl walked in through the window without caring what the man thought of her.

'Whatever he'll say, it's up to him to judge me, which I know right now I have to sleep to look like I'm not doing any activities outside the house, at least I don't want Umm Fatimah to know to get me out of the house.' Zahra's rant in the heart turned out to be a disaster. Really, everything that happened was not as expected, because I found Ummi Fatimah standing in front of the door with both hands folded on her chest.

"Zahra, are you really going to run away from this house?

The loud voice surprised the girl, even it felt like lightning was grabbing, to make Zahra shocked by the heart beating unusually tight as if she wanted to be dislodged.

Fatimah's ummi eyes glared with a very peaking anger. It seems that he wants to scold his favorite daughter. But as a mother, ummi Fatimah was seen still holding a sense of patience, so she still refrained from doing worse than the loud scream. Yes, it seems that the regret of having hurt her daughter made the mother begin to hold back her emotions and anger.

Zahra continued to pay close attention, the hands of ummi Fatimah were now held very tightly to form two fists, as if he was holding all the irritation in his heart. Yes, Zahra could understand her parents' feelings, but there was nothing she could do but say, "Ummi, sorry!"