TWENTY
SIDE STORY ~ FAHMI

Being the first child seems to be a burden for Fahmi. Where she should be an example for her younger siblings, being a pride for her parents, also being a successor to what the two wanted.

Living a life that requires to be perfect makes him lose his own identity. He is too busy being what others want him to be without regard for what he wants himself. Everything has been prepared for him, he remains a puppet to live it.

Even so, he loves his parents. Never blame those who demand too much of him. He himself never revealed what he wanted.

All the harsh upbringing of his parents bore fruit. He is now a specialist doctor and director at the hospital established by his father. Young age, smart and talented, also crazy work. That's what describes a Fahmi now. Now, work is like his veins. It's so important that he doesn't care about the others.

Even at his current age, when his friends were already married he just did not have the intention to glance at women. And this one thing is also regretted by his parents. They begin to regret his upbringing which makes Fahmi like a working robot. And they keep blaming themselves.

Many ways they do to see Fahmi can be paired with women who make him happy. Starting from matchmaking to registering Fahmi to a partner search site they have done. But the result is nil. One by one the girls who were with Fahmi chose to resign and ran away from Fahmi. The reason is of course because they can't stand Fahmi's rigidity as well because of the crazy he works. It makes Fahmi's parents can only resign. They handed over the affairs of the escort of life to Fahmi himself. Let him decide his own heart. Even though they don't know when that time comes.

"Woy Mblo! Eat yuk!" Indra casually went straight into the Fahmi room, there was a mock event as well. Fortunately, friends, if the heart says so Fahmi.

"Nitip."

"Elaahh, stay in the canteen and doang nitip. What's busy?"

Fahmi is silent, not intending to answer his best friend. Then he closed the file on his computer and stood up to Indra. He slowly saw the wall beating on the wall of his room. Three o'clock in the afternoon, and soon will enter the clock home. Actually he could have lunch later at his house, but it is not good to also refuse Indra's invitation. Lunch in the afternoon, breakfast in the afternoon, it was common for Fahmi as well as most other doctors. Busy they can't be compromised anymore.

"Yeah!" invite Fahmi after attaching his snelli to the hanger.

Arriving at the hospital canteen they immediately ordered food and waited for him in one of Indra's favorite corners. In the back corner. Because this spot can see the whole room. If before marriage, this spot he used to observe also eyeing young doctors aka koass clear-clear. If so, do not observe. Just glance at it then get ready he got a free lecture from his beloved wife.

"Yahh, the address later tonight can not eat the cuisine of his beloved wife," said Indra suddenly.

"That's lebai!" Fahmi Syndicate. He knew that Indra was heating him. I don't know why everyone was so excited to get her married. Though he will undergo, but others are busy thinking about it.

"Yee, this is not much! Miss mna can be messed with. That doesn't know at all! That's why marriage!" That's exactly Fahmi's guess. It must be the edges like this.

"Later."

"Till the hair? Wonderful, when are you going to get married?" Fahmi squeezed his shoulder.

After that their order came. Indra was silent and chose to feed the fried rice into his mouth. In the silence of their eating atmosphere, faintly Fahmi heard the sound of someone laughing. He turned his back and saw someone laughing with his two friends. His crisp laughter seemed to hypnotize Fahmi into continuing to look at him. If it's not wrong young doctor or koass it's called Laras. He was once in charge of his group. And he must admit the ability of a reliable Laras rather than his friends.

Laras who was resting in the cafeteria with his two friends felt like someone was paying attention. And when he looked forward, Fahmi instantly turned his head. It was fortunate that Laras did not catch him who was blatantly staring at the girl. Luckily also his neck veins did not twist because he turned too quickly. But his luck did not reach Indra. His handsome friend smiled meaningfully towards him. It was certain that he would be tempted all out. And worse yet, maybe Indra will roar in the group telling other friends.

"Ekhm! There are those who are kesengsem nih kanya."

"What? Eat a meal, nasgor! It's cold." Haduuuh, Fahmi if the wrong behavior really looks. Though the fried rice on Indra's plate is exhausted, even the rice itself that looks untouched.

"Well! The director again salting. Really cute!" Indra raised her voice like a woman.

"Damn! Disgust Ndra!"

"Uluh-ten!"

Hah, stop. Fahmi chose to finish his meal. The more he dodged, the more Indra would tease him. As soon as a shitty lunch comes the time to go home. He also packed leaving Indra who was still living in the hospital because there was still a guard shift.

When his car was almost at the gate, he looked towards the parking lot of the motorbike. Looks Laras who has difficulty turning on the engine motor maticnya. He tried not to care and chose to go straight home. But either the human side of it or the sense of what, obviously in not continuing his car to the gate and parked it briefly beside the security guard post. Then he went down and approached Laras. But only a few steps he had stopped and returned to his car.

"Later he thought I had nothing else with him" he murmured. Then he started the engine of his car again. And when looking at Laras who still can't with his motorbike makes Fahmi turn off the engine again.

Perhaps seeing the strangeness of the leader made a security guard ventured to approach Fahmi's car. "Sore Sir!"

"Eh, yes. Afternoon!" Fahmi who was busy turning to the side was not aware if he was being approached and ended with his shock when greeted.

"Sorry Sir. What is Mr Fahmi doing? I saw it was very strange," said the security guard.

"Oh, anu sir. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Can Sir. What can I help you with?"

"That." Fahmi pointed right towards the Barrel. "So please help the woman, but don't tell me I told you to."

"Okay Sir. Then I'll go there first."

"Yes, thank you sir!"

From inside the car he saw the security guard who helped Laras. Looks like the security guard also can not turn on the Laras motor. Then they were seen carrying the motorbike out of the hospital area. Maybe it'll be taken to the shop.

Because he felt his task was done, he immediately stuck gas into his house. His face seemed calm, but his heart and mind were busy thinking about how Laras was. Has he gone home yet. Horror questions in his brain. Does he have any sense of the young doctor?

"No." Fahmi tries to cover up his own feelings. Repeatedly said no, but unfortunately his heart did not want to obey and was busy thinking about Laras again.

*****

A week since hearing the laughter from Laras, he so often ringing his beautiful voice. After accidentally meeting in the cafeteria the other day, he no longer met with Laras. Perhaps because of his busy schedule and not meeting the chance time of meeting again.

"Yahoo!!!"

"Bad brother!"

"No! You're the one who's a whiny."

"Yahoooo!!!"

Fahmi instantly covered his ears hearing the noise from below. Tonight his second brother came to the house and took his children with him. It will certainly be very crowded. His little nephew loved to cry. And his youngest brother was always looking for a way to tease him.

Unable to bear the noise, he opted out of his study and took out a leather jacket. Maybe he'll go out for some fresh air. Want to continue the work was difficult because it could not concentrate.

"Ma, Mum. I'm going to go out for a second."

"Where are you going?" ask her mother who brought a fried banana from the kitchen and put it on the family home table.

"Walk, catch the wind."

"Goodoo. All nyari girls there let's not singles!" Fahmi stares cynically at the younger sister who is four years adrift of him.

"Whisper!"

"Yee, you know that too."

"Udah. You guys, it's still a big hobby of fighting." The papa who was busy calming his grandson also calmed Fahmi and his sister.

"Yes, be careful."

"Yes Ma. I'll go first, assalamualaikum!"

"Girishal"

In the middle of the cold road with music playing in the car, Fahmi drove his car at moderate speed. Enjoy the dim city lights that collide with the lights of vehicles that pass by. The city of Malang at night is second to none.

While enjoying the streets of the city, he saw a woman guiding her motorcycle on the side of the road. When his car approached, he found out that she was Laras. He's got to shake his own head. Every passerby always saw him with a broken motor. Seeing that there was no security guard who would help him, then he himself who got down from the car approached Laras. Defeating his own ego.

"Sir Fahmi?" Laras could not believe that the car that suddenly stopped in front of him belonged to his former doctor in charge.

"Yes. Here, let me change the push of the bike."

"No, sir! Let me just." Laras forbids Fahmi's hand to take over his motorbike.

"I don't accept rejection."

"I-iya already then. Thank you!"

"Hmmm. Can you bring a car?"

"Can Sir."

"Yes, you took my car to the workshop first."

"Aren't you okay, sir?"

"Yes, no papa."

"Aren't you afraid that the car I'm taking ran away?"

"No. Can you make a rich crime?"

"Yes, not even Sir. Take that for example."

"OK, for example, you take me out of my car is easy. I saw your face, I have your data, so just take it to the police and at least for a week my car is back."

Laras was amazed to hear Fahmi's words. Indeed yes, someone as intelligent as Fahmi can instantly solve a problem in an instant.

"Yes, if so I stay in the workshop first. Thank you Sir!"

"Yes." Yeah." The corner of Fahmi's lips slightly raised to see Laras who likes to bring his car.

*****

"Your motor has been asked to make it in full service."

"Well, I didn't tell you first, sir! There will be many more sir!" Laras held his forehead, dizzy himself imagining how much money he would spend.

"I paid my money."

"Huh? You serious?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, I owe it to you."

"certain. And you have to pay for it."

"Huh?" The barrel is not out of thought with Fahmi. He thought that Fahmi would not have the heart to collect debt to him like the dream male figure who often appears in novels or movies. Even though he believes that the nominal amount is nothing for a director like Fahmi. But wrong he is also the one who is too hopeful, the name of the debt is still debt. And it's mandatory to pay.

"Pay it by accompanying me on a walk tonight." Fahmi was silent for a moment. It didn't occur to him that he would talk that way.

"OK then. Where are you going, sir?" Because it was spontaneous talk, so Fahmi did not know where to go.

"Where are you going to the night market, sir?"

"Can. That's how we go now."

Didn't expect that approaching women could be this big. But luckily the person approached was some sort of Baras who was good at finding topics of conversation. So Fahmi died style.

"Sir! Play that yuk ride!" point Barrel on one of the stands that provide the game.

"I don't know how to."

"Huh? Time?"

"Yes. I don't have time for this." Because Fahmi time is used for learning and learning.

"That means your life is less colorful. Here, let me give you an example." Unknowingly, Laras pulled Fahmi's arm to get closer to the stand. And Fahmi could only fall silent while continuing to look at his arm held in his arms.

Laras exemplifies how to play to Fahmi. Just throw the ball into a bottle that is arranged a certain distance. Those who succeed in hitting the target will get a reward. Barrels repeatedly tried but failed. Fahmy was also interested in trying. At first he was also not hit, but after the fifth throw just hit the target.

"You choose which gift you want" Fahmi told Laras.

"Wow! Really, sir?" Fahmi. With enthusiasm Laras pointed to a cute unicorn doll.

Not stopping at one game, they tried almost the entire stand. Stay the same, initially Laras who exemplify but always fail. And the newly learned Fahmi can finish the game. Both of their hands were full of dolls. Fahmi did not expect that with this simple game it seems very fun. He realized there were a lot of things he had missed as a child.

"Sir! Bianglala want to?"

"What's? Don't need. Played enough today.

"Yahh!" The face of Laras suddenly lethargic. Making Fahmi unbearable.

Be the two of them are currently riding the reanglala as Laras wants. If there is one thing Fahmi fears the most, then it is altitude. No one knows that except for his family. So when during High School there are friends who invite to climb the mountain, he must have refused.

In the ring, there are two people with two feelings, if Laras feels very happy, the other is with Fahmi who is scared to death. Fortunately, he could hide his fear. Want to put where his face if it reaches Laras tau.

"Sir!"

"Huh-yes?"

"At least we're at the highest peak sir, look down. It must be a lot of indaaah." Fahmi gulped his saliva roughly hearing Laras' speech. Looking ahead alone requires a great struggle even being told to look down.

"Yes. I can't wait for him."

Within seconds they had reached the highest position. Laras enthusiastically invites Fahmi to see the scenery below. If you see Laras are the lights of the twinkling night market as well as a large street view with many beautiful lights too, in contrast to Fahmi who saw the scenery below like a blurred image. His eyes immediately twitched and dizzy as well as dizzy approached him.

Descending from the ring is like bringing the wind of heaven to Fahmi. His heart slowly began to beat accordingly. But then he felt his stomach was being shaken. He immediately ran away from Laras. The confused barrel chose to follow only Fahmi who turned out to go to the toilet. And he's not deaf to hear that Fahmi's vomiting in there. A moment of guilt instantly lodged in his heart.

"Sir! Mr Fahmi is okay?" The barrel directly approached Fahmi's body which looked limp and squatted on the ground.

"Yes. I'm not nothing."

Bugh! Bugh!

Fahmi is shocked because Laras suddenly beats his arm. For the first time, there were women who dared to do so. But strangely, he did not reprimand or get angry.

"Haish! How is Mr Fahmi? If you have acrophobia, why not just say it? It would be Mr. Fahmi why-napa gini." Fahmi was silent, he also did not know why he wanted to be invited by Laras. Pity reasons? Maybe less precise. Invite friends and even his family if it is related to the height he immediately refused.

As if he was aware of what he had done. The barrel immediately stared at the horror towards Fahmi. Afraid that this boss will get angry. Be him rubbing Fahmi's arm that he had beaten earlier.

"Oh my goodness sir! Pardon me! I was not intentionally! Sorry sir! Please don't let me pass! I was scared, sir! Suwer!" Instead of being angry, Fahmi laughed at the funny face of Laras when he was welding.

"I'm not angry. You take it easy." Suddenly Fahmi's fingers rubbed the top of Laras' head gently. And the Barrel instantly blushed by itself. Comeon! Anyone female would melt treated like that. Moreover, the culprit is a handsome and smart director like Fahmi.

"Ekhm! Sorry!" Fahmi immediately pulled out his hand again and he put it in his pants pocket. He then stood up and was followed by Laras. "It's night, I'd better take you home."

"I-yes sir." Shamefully Laras follows Fahmi's steps towards their parked car.

*****

The heart is never guessed. When his mind refused, his mouth said no, but it never lied. Fahmi now admits that he has fallen in love with the figure of Laras. At first it was quite difficult to admit that love, but just looking at the smile Laras alone made him happy. The feeling of wanting to be happy or not wanting to see him cry is enough for Fahmi to define love.

"Sir Fahmi is not busy wanting to join me for lunch now?" And sadly again he still has not expressed his feelings to Laras.

"It's okay." Fahmi takes a seat in front of Laras who sits alone in the canteen.

"Where are your friends going?"

"Ohh, they're eating out. I'm not coming."

"Why?"

"Because of this." Baras took out a large box from the paper bag he had brought.

"Every day you bring your own provisions?"

"It's not every day, sir. If you could. Would you like to try?"

"Can." Count to try the cooking of his future wife. Uh, so confident Fahmi thinks so. He was still afraid to express his feelings.

Then from the same paper bag Laras took out a plastic plate as well as a spoon again. If he brings supplies always bring a spare cutlery, who else if to share with his friend. Since now his friends are eating out, so now he shares it with Fahmi.

"Where does Sir feel?"

"Enak," said Fahmi sincerely while continuing to feed food into his mouth.

"Oh Ras, after passing the exam where are you going? Directly to work or nerusin resident?"

"Live to work, sir. I am not strong if I want to take a specialist. The general practitioner is enough, hehehe."

"Ohh. In which hospital?" It is true that love can change a person. Fahmi who incidentally never much asked with personal affairs someone suddenly became curious, especially with Laras.

"Near my house, sir. In Semarang there."

"Uhukk!" Almost Fahmi spouted the rice that was already in his mouth. Soon he swallowed it and asked. "Semarang Central Java?"

The question that slid from Fahmi's mouth was immediately responded to by laughter by Laras. It's funny this Fahmi question. "Yes is Sir. Since when did Semarang move to East Java."

And the food that tasted so good on Fahmi's tongue suddenly became bland. Plus the Laras koass period is less than two weeks away. He had no idea what would happen to him without seeing Laras. Feeling full, Fahmi stood up and thanked Laras. His mood instantly turned one hundred and eighty degrees. For now he just wants to be alone in his room. And he also hopes that none of the patients will need his immediate treatment today. 

*****

"Hadeh! You are Mi, it's been three years. No intention of getting married? Thirty-thirteen years old too."

"Not thought rich. Ndra."

"Why? Still haven't moved on from Laras?" The question right slid from Indra's mouth.

"You could say so," Fahmi replied honestly.

"Yes wrong himself rich sissy. Love is afraid of rejection. Now Laras is back in Rasain! Eat the miss!"

"Yes, I'm saying that cemen. How about now?"

"It's Samperin, keep talking about love. Don't forget to get married. The rich man Laras wants the same serious."

"That means going to Semarang dong? Whose hospital is running?"

"Elah, very complicated. Just talk to the secretary tell him to handle or directly tell papa you want to find a ghost for him. Definitely licensed. Who told you that you have to go to Semarang?" Indra's long speech like a train and ending with the puzzle made Fahmi confused.

"Look!" Indra offered her phone that had opened Instagram. On the screen there is a Laras account containing a picture of him on vacation in Malang.

"Okay, so now just meet the proposal plan?

"Yes! If I thought it was as romantic as possible. Rich on the beach night-night hold candle dinner by the beach. It must be the clepek deh Laras." Because Fahmi has little knowledge about romance like this, so he complies.

"Yes, if so buy what to do later."

"Dam!"

Both of them are in a flower shop. Still busy fighting over which roses to give to Laras. The Indra who mengeyel with pink, and Fahmi who keukeh with white. Both of them choose the color because of their respective preferences.

"Udahlah, whatever the flower wants, as long as it is not a carcass flower." Indra chose to give up and play her phone. Waiting for Fahmi who is still busy choosing. And when he reopened his Instagram, a surprising thing immediately greeted his eyes.

"Mi! Fahmi!" Indra approached Fahmi. "Care it! There's no time for that plan."

"Arghss! How can gini?" Fahmi ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Yes, I don't know. Pick up samperin to the airport! Hunting fly later!"

"OK-okay!" Finally, Fahmi chose flowers and immediately paid for them. Along with Indra, he gasped for the airport.

The two men were in fog due to Laras' postings that had been at the airport. Fahmi who did not want to miss the opportunity for the second time chose to directly hurry.

Arriving at the airport Fahmi immediately ran to the departure hall. Seeking the existence of his heart. It was so dramatic like a romantic movie. And almost the same, he finally found Laras sitting in the waiting chair. Slowly Fahmi walked over to him. Fahmi was already in front of Laras.

The woman who was busy playing her phone also stuffed her ear with the ear phone raised her head when she found someone standing in front of her. And his surprised face was inevitable. Seeing someone who had secretly stolen his heart since he first met.

"P-sister Fahmi?"

"Wheel. I love you the same. Marry me!" Soon Fahmi knelt down giving up a bouquet of red roses and expressing his feelings so clearly and densely, without any opening.

"P-pak Fahmi's serious?" Fahmi nodded steadily.

"Yes. I want Sir!"