True Love Never Ends
The Part 11
Nasha re-enjoiced her time in the countryside, and when she saw a child playing kite. He approached them and greeted them. This time Nasha wore a black robe complete with her hijab, as Azhar said. He looked very graceful as he closed his entire aurat.
There was a little boy who seemed to be trying to climb a tree there but he could not.
"What's wrong?" asked Nasha who saw the leak looked confused.
"My shadow is stuck, brother" said the boy who tried to climb the tree. Nasha looked up and indeed saw a kite that stuck between the branches of a tree.
"Grandfather." said Nasha.
"Yes can do it, brother. That's the string, so have to climb" replied one of the children again.
"You can't climb?" ask Nasha again.
"Fear, brother" she replied. Nasha also thought for a moment while looking to the right to the left, but there was someone who could help them. But there was no one but the mother who took the grass and leaves.
"Yes, let the brother who climbs" said Nasha who made the child immediately shouted excitedly "Holding the camera with the brother yes, do not fall" pinta Nasha handed the two objects to the children.
"Ready, Brother" they said.
Nasha noticed that the tree was quite large and not too much to live in fact, only filled with twigs that make Nasha must be careful. She tied her headscarf around her neck, then prepared to go up.
"If you know gini mending pack pants so good to climb it" muttered Nasha who slowly began to climb and very carefully footed her feet on the twig which she thought was strong enough to support her body. While his wide gamis make Nasha quite difficult to move.
"A little more, sister." exclaimed the boy because Nasha was indeed about to reach his kite.
"Okey okay." replied Nasha from above while choosing a strong twig to be made a foothold. After trying hard enough, Nasha finally reached the kite.
Nasha also tried to release the strings that were trapped between the branches of the tree branch but he was very difficult.
"Things can be taken off, must be cut.." cried Nasha from above.
"Yes, Brother... Bite the strings to break" shouted one of the children who made Nasha gawk.
"Gigits? That's right, it's dirty tau.." cried Nasha again.
"Clear really, Brother. Wong just floated in the air. Dirty from where" answered those who made Nasha growl.
"Would you, take the scissors there.." cried Nasha again.
"But if you still get the scissors, then you have to go down again, keep going up again. We're afraid of going up"
Nasha again growled, you ungrateful child, she thought. He tried to bite the string hesitantly but could not.
"That can, the strings are strong." cried Nasha again.
"Malisa..."
"Agggh..." Nasha shouted in surprise when she heard Azhar's voice and it made her footing slip which made Nasha almost fall. But thankfully one of his legs still treaded properly and both of Nasha's hands immediately held on to the other twig.
"Nasha, come on down. Let me go up and take the kite" said Azhar worried whether he saw Nasha wearing a long and wide robe. Azhar was afraid that Nasha had trouble moving or that her gowns were stuck.
Not down, Nasha even fascinated with the appearance of Azhar who wears a cocoa shirt and white turban wrapped around his head. Makes Nasha think whether Azhar just came down from heaven with such a charismatic appearance?
"Nasha.." cried Azhar again who instead saw Nasha staring at him.
"Aagghh" And the cry of Azhar again made Nasha surprised until he let go of his grip and made him almost fall but thank God he was stuck in a big branch and Nasha immediately clung to the twig others. Even all the children screamed to see Nasha almost freefall.
Seeing that, Azhar looked even more worried. He slowly climbed up the tree while Nasha was already very shocked and frightened.
He even started to break out in cold sweat when he looked down.
"Dead me.." muttered Nasha fearfully.
"That will." replied Azhar who heard Nasha's murmur "Don't look down!" asserted Azhar while trying to reach Nasha.
After a not-so-difficult effort, he approached Nasha.
"Hold, I'm afraid." whined Nasha as she extended one hand to Azhar who was near. While the other hand was still holding on to the twig and it was already slippery because he was sweating.
While Azhar, hesitantly she reached out her hand. Even her hands trembled as she almost came into contact with Nasha's hands.
Azhar has never touched any woman so far, except her mother's hand. If they touch now, then Nasha will be the first woman who will come into contact with Azhar. Azhar was nervous, but her heart continued to strengthen her that she was forced and had to do this. Than the wretched Nasha, think her. And of course this will not count sins.
While Nasha, the girl could see Azhar's trembling hands. But he thought Azhar was also afraid of heights and afraid of falling, which is why she trembled. Nasha quickly got Azhar's hand and held her very tightly, making Azhar gasp to feel a woman's hand touching her hand for the first time. His heart beat very fast like a marathon run, his heart pounding and now Azhar is sweating cold.
No, he wasn't afraid of falling or of heights like Nasha had in mind. But he was afraid to touch a woman who was not his mahram.
"You hold my hand, I hold your hand. We go down together, so we don't fall. Don't be afraid." said again that makes Azhar must resist her amused smile.
"Take that one..." Azhar gestured for Nasha to step on the twig to her right "Slowly swallow, Nasha.." Azhar's gentle pinta that made Nasha a little calm. Because he was also very frightened, thinking he would fly free from the top of the tree here. Ugh.
"Now the stampede on your left, take your hand off the twig and hold this one." exclaimed Azhar directing Nasha.
Nasha stopped and looked at Azhar in a panic "Don't look down, Nasha. I'm here, okay?" exclaims Azhar who noticed Nasha's panicked gaze.
"From now I have also seen you." answered Nasha honestly who once again made Azhar have to hold a smile.
"Well, let's move, why silence?" ask Azhar again. Nasha suddenly grimaced and said.
"My clothes stuck.." he muttered indistinctly but Azhar still heard it clearly.
"Astagfirullah.." murmured Azhar.
"Ustadz, can you please come down? Want to take the stairs?" ask the boy who saw Nasha and Azhar seem to have trouble up there.
"Maybe, a sneak ya.." cried Azhar. They ran from there and looked for stairs somewhere.
"Come, Nasha. I'm holding you." said Azhar asking Nasha to move. He couldn't hold on to Nasha like this much longer.
"But my clothes." whined Nasha.
"Pull it, later it can be sewn ripped.." pinta Azhar.
"It's not a matter of his tearing, but later it looks like." Nasha's whine again makes Azhar sigh heavily.
"I won't see, and the children are gone." said Azhar "Eat him a drop before they return"
Although a little hesitant, Nasha also pulled her clothes and heard a ripping sound and like it was quite severe.
Holding one of Nasha's hands, Azhar led Nasha slowly down. While one of Azhar's hands was holding on to the twig she passed. The same thing Nasha did.
Until the end they arrive at the lowest branch.
"Jump.." Azhar's word made Nasha gawk.
"Huh?" he glanced down with fear.
"What the hell, Nasha. It was low." said Azhar but Nasha shook her head.
"Before climbing you have to think that you have to jump to get down" murmured Azhar who held back her annoyance.
He also released his hand from Nasha but Nasha instead grasped it very tightly.
"Detach, Nasha. Let me go first" Azhar's pinta.
"But." Nasha's words stopped when the boy came up with the stairs. Nasha immediately let go of Azhar's hand and held the back of her torn clothes.
Azhar herself released her turban "Use this to cover her" Azhar then gave it to Nasha. After that, he jumped down.
Azhar helped the boy put down the stairs properly.
"Now come down." cried Azhar. Nasha wrapped Azhar's turban around her body with trembling hands as she was afraid of falling. After that, he slowly grabbed the stairs and descended with a heart.
Once below, Nasha breathed a sigh of relief and she looked up.
"Eh, it turns out low. If I jump too can." said Nasha who made Azhar shake her head while sighing heavily.
"I said also what.." murmured Azhar and passed from there without turning his head even though Nasha called her.
Nasha could only frown because she was ignored by Azhar.
"Why do you wear the turban of Ustadz Azhar?" ask one of the kids.
"Oh that... Sister's clothes were torn, stuck earlier" replied Nasha and the child was just oh ria.
Nasha also wants to go home to change clothes.
"Layangan dgga can, torn clothes, almost freefall from the top of the tree" Nasha grumbled as she walked home "But can hero" muttered her then with a smile. What's more considering how Azhar held her hand earlier and they calmed each other down. Nasha smelled the scent of Azhar left in her hands, and somehow it made her heart shiver.
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Tbc...