Waiting for a Girl
Part 9 ~An Awaiting A Girl~
Kainal went straight home after taking Fisha back to her house.
Fisha went up to his room to pray Isya, apparently after eating at the stall, Kainal took Fisha for a walk in the park, and visited the largest mosque in the city was only a magrib prayer. Not do not want to pray in a small mosque or mosque, but Kainal wants to pray at once in the mosque.
"Fabrics are good, but I don't want to be fooled anymore" he murmured. "But, umm Kainal, what do you want me to do?"
The girl sighed. "The bloodless and invisible wounds have begun to improve, I thank God. I'm not going to go fast anymore and I'm finally hit by a truck. Later on, I'll be more careful as I drive, so that I don't hit any more accidents and end up getting deep wounds as I feel right now," muttered Fisha wrote in her diary. "I'll wait for your time. O Allah, this may be a rebuke, for closing the heart to someone who is not destined for me. Perhaps he is not the one written in the lauhul mahfudz. The soul who will come will be better than him. He is good, but I don't want to see a man like him anymore" said Fisha. His throat felt choked again, his chest started to tighten, but he quickly closed his eyes for a few minutes not to let out his tears. He closed the book again, and stood up, hearing the knock on the door.
Fisha opened the door, apparently her sister. The man immediately collapsed into his chest making him shocked.
Fisha immediately slapped her sister's body into the room.
"Ataar" said Fisha, patting her sister on the shoulder. Ataar.
"Not sick," the boy complained. Fisha immediately opened her sister's hoodie, Fisha was surprised and immediately hugged Ataar tightly.
"Sick one."
Fisha stood up and instantly took out the p3k box, and treated her sister.
"We asked umi?"
Ataar. "Don't brother," prevent Ataar from rolling.
"Why the hell? If anything tells you to work in his office. Call brother, let brother accompany you!" fisha stood up.
Ataar immediately pulled his brother. "Where are you going?"
"To the papah room," Fisha replied walking out of the room.
With the power of lightning, Ataar ran to hold Fisha in the doorway.
"Don't brother, I don't want any commotion. No papa, I'm fine." Ataar tried to smile.
Fisha let out a breath. And going back inside, pulling Ataar in too.
"Tomorrow if anyone tells you to go back to his study, don't follow, you leave the house" asked Fisha.
Ataar just kept silent, and held back the pain as Fisha slapped her slightly ripped lips due to the slap of the Altar. On his body was full of wounds.
"No papa sis, if hitting me makes me tired of searching. No papa" said Ataar.
"You fool? Brother told me not to be strong," snapped Fisha.
Ataar did not answer his brother's words. "I want to sleep with you, okay? Not talking this time? Among us there will also be no lust, I tell sodora. Once upon a time, my body hurt, but every hug the same brother will be healed."
Fisha nods. Ataar also fixed the pillow and slept. She told Fisha to stroke her hair, and she just followed.
Ataar hugged her brother tightly, and began to close her eyes, trying to endure the pain in every inch of her body.
About a few minutes, Ataar slept while hugging Fisha.
Fisha held her sister's cheeks, she looked at the handsome face of her papa duplicates.
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Xaviel is currently gathering with his family in the living room. Her body was there, but her mind drifted to Fisha, whether she thought of Fisha instead of Alya.
"Dragon!" vieara's shout made the dreamy Xaviel instantly gasp in shock.
"Mom!" pekik Xaviel shakes off his sister's head. "Devil me."
"From that moment I called, but my brother was daydreaming" said Vieara.
Xavie scooped his face violently.
"Why the hell are you El?" ask Revandra. "The feeling of work in the office is not too heavy, youh."
"His name is also new today to enter, Mas. Understand'kan that thought," interrupted Mommy Gracel hit slowly thighs of the husband who hugged him without shame in noticed by the children.
"You're old, remember the age," said Vieara.
"So you're envious? Old-old gini, daddy same mommy is still romantic. That's why later if the couple like us yes, son," said Revandra.
"Bang," call Vieara back to her brother's daydream.
"I go to the room first, yes" said Xaviel to get up and go from there.
Vieara and his parents stared at Xaviel's departure.
"What's the matter with you, Ra?"
Vieara raises his shoulders, then jumps in the middle of his parents.
"Vieara!" squeal Mommy Gracel.
"Can't, bucin if I'm here," ketus Vieara took a snack held by his mommy, leaning his head on the chest of the daddy.
Mommy Gracel pursed her lips, feeling annoyed with her son.
"Patience, for a while mas will spoil you, until you yourself will give up," whispered Revandra made Gracel creeps.
Xaviel looked at the ceiling of his room. He glanced to the side and took his phone, the message had not been answered by Fisha since last night.
"At least if he appreciates Alya, he can chatan as me," muttered Xaviel, still staring at his chat room with Fisha. "Gue kangen, our old days, Sha. It's not the power of this matter that helps far, but what?" asked Xaviel he just turned back the screen of his phone, even though Alya's message had not been returned. He was just waiting for a chat from Fisha. Maybe they're used to it.
"Honestly I'm more comfortable with Fisha, but I love Alya. How's this?"
Xaviel got up, he opened the drawer and took out a small box. Xaviel opened the box and smiled.
"So kangen," muttered Xaviel took out a whole series of hand-paintings with Fisha first. Even the little pictures. Graduation time tk to sma. All of their memories were still neatly stored inside that box.
Xaviel sighed. "Fisha and that guy were familiar long before I came home? He already had a new friend, so his attitude changed." Xaviel began to think a no-no to Fisha.