Well with you
CHAPTER 6

"You're beautiful."

Plaque!

Fira's new habit this time it turns out to ascertain whether it is a dream or not by slapping himself. Fahmi turned his head straight away.

"Eh, uh, not a dream!"

So late in the solemnity of togetherness, they forget if today fasting. The mosque behind the house has announced that sahur time is five minutes away. Both were shocked. Immediately they ran towards the kitchen which was on the lower floor, still complete with his prayer clothes. Fahmi with peci, cocoa and scabbard, while Fira still with her white mukena. They seem to have trouble running.

Dug, double, dug...

The sound of a quick step was heard very clearly by the hearing of the Goddess, Fira's mother, who was cleaning dirty dishes used by sahur at that time. With surprise instead of playing, Dewi was privileged to see the youngest child and his son-in-law coming to the dining room with a bad breath.

"Ouch!" The goddess patted her eel. "Mom forgot that you guys are also nginep. It was washed out of the side dish."

Fira pursed her lips. "Yaaah, Mother," her whine spoiled while sitting herself on a chair.

Fahmi, who always looked calm, took a glass of water for Fira. "What matters is the intention! Here, minun!" Fahmi thrust a glass of water at Fira.

Fira accepted it even though it was still with an annoyed face. Goddess, The Mother can only regret and then continue her activities to wash dishes.

"Later laper, you know!" Rengek Fira, this time to her husband.

"Don't be rich, little boy! If the intention is strong, it can definitely be magrib, really!" This time Fahmi was cold again.

Should Fira slap herself again, to prove whether this is a dream or not?

Fira raised a hand to slap her own cheek, but Fahmi's hand was no less quick to hold it. "Don't slap your face!"

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Because later in the afternoon Fahmi had service in the hospital, they decided to go home early in the morning. Remembering yesterday afternoon they left the house in a mess. Fahmi who behaved sweetly while at his mother's house, actually now back to being bitter. His face was flat again. His attitude was cold again. His response began to make Fira rise in blood.

Fira, who was sitting in the front seat next to Fahmi, was suddenly ordered to get out of the car and move to the back seat. Fira felt very surprised and unexpected. Fahmipun immediately stopped his car.

"Moving!" Said Fahmi coldly.

Seeing the sudden change in attitude towards Fahmi, Fira frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Go to the back seat!"

"Kok, that's it, anyway?"

"Again uncomfortable. Cepetan, move!"

At that moment Fira's anger also overflowed. Even Fahmi didn't say what the reason was for the move. Firapun felt that there was nothing wrong with Fahmi. Fira, forced to open the car door to move into the back seat, grumbling, "Basic PMS!"

Brakes...

Fira shut the car door hard and then opened the back door with all the anger in her heart. Fira actually dared to punch Fahmi. Unexpectedly, even like that, Fira had practiced boxing regularly with her male friend, in the past. Never think he is weak!

"So usually dong, close the door!" Tegur Fahmi cold and then drive his car back.

"Next time you practice boxing. We'll fight sometime!" Challenge Fira while pointing her face out the window.

"Don't be a strong ass!"

"Do you want it now?"

"His men, he is said to be cool and lousy if he defies women!"

Fira who looked defeated back then finally chose to be silent with her upset face. After the showdown the atmosphere in the car was instantly silent. They were both busy with their own minds. Instantly the car stops, making Fira and even Fahmi himself surprised. Fira's heart almost fell at that moment. Not long after, Fahmi got out of the car without saying a word to Fira.

Long enough Fahmi fought the guy who seemed like he was going to kill the girl. While thinking, how to defeat this dashing man. Seeing Fahmi's monotonous manner, Fira got out of the car and ran while pointing her powerful fist towards the man's face. As a result, the man fell to the ground with blood flowing around his lips. It's also possible that his teeth were cut from a blow from Fira's hand. The man ran away holding his mouth which was painful. Fira who managed to drive away was speechless, in disbelief at what her hand was doing. It had been about two more years that he had not practiced boxing, but at least his training back then had not been in vain.

Instead of praising or asking the situation of Fira who seemed still surprised, Fahmi actually approached the girl who was threatened by the man.

"You're gapapa?" Fahmi asked as he sat next to the girl dressed in syar'i.

"My palms may have been a little bit skewered by the knife. But gapapa, kok," the girl replied while hiding her palm behind her wide veil.

Fahmi pulls the girl's hand to see her. It turned out that the stab was quite deep. Blood never ceases to come out of it. Fahmi looks worried. "Let's get in the car, we're going to the hospital now!"

"But-but..."

Not wanting to hear any reason, Fahmi immediately forced the girl into the car. After entering, Fahmipun immediately drove the car at high speed.

Fira is not in the end thinking about what Fahmi did. Why is his attention so extraordinary to others than to his own wife?

Fira was sitting on the side of the road. His heart felt injured, more injured than the knife that pierced the palm of the girl earlier. He could no longer hold back the crying. The tears finally flowed. His hands were still clenching weakly. But with all his might he strengthened his fist again.

He had helped Fahmi fight the evil man earlier, and indirectly he had helped the girl. Without the slightest appreciation of his struggle punching the man, Fira felt heartbroken. Fira violently punched her hand on the asphalt until it blisters and bleeds. He doesn't care about the pain. His heart was much more wounded.

Shortly after, a man with his motorbike stopped right in front of Fira. Fira looked up at him, to see who the good-natured ones were coming towards him.

"Basar crybaby! Stand up!" Said the man firmly when he saw Fira sitting down limp.

Fira chuckled as she saw Kevin, Her best friend dashingly came over. "Help me!"

Kevin stretched out his hand and then pulled Fira's hand until he stood up. Kevin had a wrong focus on Fira's bloody hand.

"Bloody, Fir. Must be cleaned and treated first!" Said Kevin

Fira pulled his hand quickly. "You know, my heart bleeds more than this! Well, how do you do it?"

"Gue doesn't know about Fira now. Why be bucin gini, anyway? Pake talks heart all over again! As long as we're in office, you've said, let us not carry our hearts. You also once said, the law of the department, there should be no feeling! At that time my heart also hurt, Fir!"

Fira was silent and lowered deeply. "Cok be there anyway? I'm not hurt because of you!"

"But I'm hurt because of you!" Said Kevin, throwing his face away.

Suddenly, Fira remembered her past. That is, the past of both of them. A beautiful friendship between the two. They are like stamps that keep on sticking. Never separated. They always remember boundaries, so that no feelings are created between the two.

"Friendship is good, no feelings!" That's what Fira said in High School.

For Fira, being friends with Kevin is an infinite joy. Can explore each other, exchange stories, treat each other, take care of each other, and others. Fira was comfortable and enough with that. There is no need for feelings between their friendships, because it will make the warm atmosphere of friendship different.

"Eh, that's it! Come on, I'm anter home!" Kevin switched the conversation so that the atmosphere was not awkward.

"No way!"

"Where do you want to go?"

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Saifa Hunafa ❤