Getting Married Due to Misunderstanding
6. Not what you think

...His mind is not what it sees...

...-alisha...

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Usually in every friendship it complements each other. Some are smart, wise and become the best advisors in the friendship environment. There are also very beautiful but her brain is weak. But there are also those who are pregnant with his girlfriend until his brain is retired. The last one is a burden. 

My friendship was like that too, the spoiled and hyperactive Azura—si childish was a burden between our friendships. His brain is quite quick to respond to something, but his actions are more slow than a walking snail. Relax like there is no burden, but still a burden between us. Hafizha—si the most beautiful child among us, but his brain is slow and insensitive to the surrounding environment. Especially if you explain something, you have to be extra patient. His crude language, the face with his brain was out of sync.  

Shabiya—, the most calm among us, being a good advisor as well as his brain as thin as wikipedia. Any information could get in his brain. Especially he's like a google scholar journal running. All the journals were completely stored neatly in his memory. This shabiya can be said to almost qualify a complete package: beautiful, intelligent, authoritative, multitalented, and sensitive to the feelings of others. While I complement them all.

"What's Alisha's sister doing? Lots of chicken bought. Abis's mom?" Said Ma'am Lia as my babysitter from the baby. His Answer accent is so thick with every pronunciation.  He is very kind, even though his words are too sarcastic. So if anyone says Alisha is too sarcastic it is not how much with her words Madam Lia who is scathing for mercy. 

"It's not all eaten, Ma'am,"

"What do you do if you don't eat it all?" ask Lia again.

"Make Cook Mommy Lia. Today I want to learn to cook." I said so sure. But I doubt very much that Lia will help me. 

"You seriously want to cook chicken, Al? Cook eggs ceplok aja gosong, let alone want to cook chicken. It may not be the chicken you cook, but this kitchen can burn." Well here it is, the haters who happen to be my twin sister— Alesha Adnan. As you can see, he just got out of his place. He seemed to have just taken a bath, seen from the towel still wrapped around his head hair. The smell of soap mixed with parfume greatly disturbs my sense of smell.

"Can you, if you are an expert in cooking, should your twin sister not be mocked mulu? In a cake, let it cook." I said just one breath. 

"I'm afraid to teach you, because your brain is weak." He said in a mocking tone. Talking to the spoiled princess only made my blood boil even more. 

"Ohoooo, I'm sorry Alesha Adnan. I'm not who you think I am. The proof is I can achieve high grades more than you, just the difference between us different majors." Obviously I defended myself. I put the chicken in the plastic. 

"The fight is not to be continued. Not tired of what? fight from baby to this big." Lia's mother said hurt both of us. 

"Loh, the chicken wants to be taken by all the Ma'am? Not cooking at home?" tanya Mbak Lia with Central Java dialect. Lia's mom is twice the age of us both. I just nodded without answering a word.

"Assalamualaikum," I said deliberately loudly right next to Alesha's ear. The boy immediately commited to recite an unclear spell. I ran out of the house before the third world war. While Mbak Lia only said Istighfar every time we saw the quarrel. Looks like Sister Lia needs to be awarded the most patient person facing me and Alesha. 

I didn't think Alesha was running after me. "Woi, my ears hurt." He said with a shout and a lot of words issued.

"Alisha stop!" he said by throwing heels off at a distance. Because he once won the javelin throwing sport, so it's not hard to just throw heels at me. 

Tok, I grimaced in pain when the heels that Alesha threw hit my back. Instead of stopping, I ran even faster.  She acted calm and graceful just to apply outside the house alone. Unlike again if in his cage, he is more not much different from a hungry lion. 

"Alisha wait!" Finally, the chase scene happened. I'm carrying a chicken really like cosplay being a thief caught stealing chicken from street vendors. Our house was so spacious, so it was very safe for us to run chases.  

"O Allah, O Rabbi," said Ms. Lia from a distance. Luckily the chicken bags are lined into 3 plastic crisp bags. So fresh chicken blood is very safe not to drip on the floor. Could be in a 24-hour trial by Papa. Suddenly I stopped running when Brother Hanzal and his three friends were standing right in front of me. I looked at Alesha who had stopped chasing me. I immediately took the opportunity to run away from Alesha. 

"Alisha," said Alesha shouting to the peak of her anger. But I don't care about the screams. I ran straight out of the house with my bike Hanzal. 

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I have no other purpose than to go to Shabiya's house. Yesterday the boy messed up. And I forgot to apologize for not telling you anything. The house is not so spacious, but very comfortable to live in. I knocked on the gate and said hello. No wait long Bude Mila—Shabiya's mother immediately opened the door. 

She is a very good single parent. When he heard the story of how he had to survive only with his daughter—Shabiya, it made anyone who heard him feel touched by his heart. Shabiya's father died when Shabiya was seven years old. 

"Assalamu'alaikum Bude," I said the first time in a friendly manner while kissing the back of Bude Mila's hand. 

"Wa'alaikumussalam Alisha's. How you doing, son?" bude Mila asked with great enthusiasm. Alisha said it was judes and cold. Actually it's not like that. I just act cold to people who are not close to me. I will be very friendly to everyone even if I say hello with a smile. Because worship is easiest to do is greet with a smile. Even if I do that, it's a bit stiff. People who are not used to being friendly when demanded should be friendly fall to stiff. 

"Good thanks, Bude how are you?"

"I brought three chickens, I'm here to learn how to cook with Bude. Can't Bude?" my answer is so enthusiastic. I don't know what happens next. Let's hope Shabiya's house is safe. If anything happens, my history will be finished.

"Of course you can, let's go in!"

"Is Biya still sleeping?"

"So just took a shower, let Bude call you first. Consider it your own home. If you want sweet tea make it yourself." 

"Ready Bude," we just put a chicken in the kitchen, Shabiya already appeared behind us.

"Malisa," 

"Hey," I said. The boy hugged me. Shabiya this how the hell, I am not comfortable when hugged. Even when anyone hugged me, I felt like I was frozen in place. I was so in disbelief when I consulted Bucik Dian—the greeting from us for the sister of Mama. So, Mama is a descendant of Bengkulu. He said that I have haphephobia. Which is an excessive fear of touch from others.

"The tendency for a person to be comfortable or not with physical touch (hugs, hugs on the shoulders, holding the arms) is a 'production' experience in childhood" said Professor Suzanne Degges-White, an education counselor at Northern Illinois University, USA.

In the journal Comprehensive Psychology in 2012 mentioned that people who are raised by a family that likes to give a hug will grow into an adult person who also does the same thing.

In contrast, a child who grows up in a family that rarely gives physical touch such as a kiss or a hug is not used to it. So that when growing up he felt uncomfortable or uncomfortable when hugged by someone. However, in some people who rarely get a touch when small can be different impact. Because he is 'thirsty' will be physical touch, instead he becomes someone who when meeting friends or friends will hug or touch his shoulder as delivered Suzanne.

"Hug it don't have to be too tight too many times, Biya. I can't breathe." I said, Shabiya immediately took off her embrace.

"However, some people don't like to be hugged. We have been in the old position." Shabiya commented. 

"Forgot that. I'm here to learn how to cook with Bude." I said I made Shabiya gawk after that he laughed out loud. 

"Wait... wait, an Alisha Adnan wants to learn to cook? You don't have nerves anymore, do you, Al?" shabiya asked not to believe my words. 

"I'm serious, Shabiya. Or do I need to register so that I can get the 8th position in the world?"

"I don't believe this. But, I really believe that Alisha always does things very earnestly. I'll help you Al."

"Thank you,"

"Oh yes, actually there is a motive of what until you are willing to learn to cook? There's no way you're just a prankster, right?" tanya Shabiya began to interrogate and think no-no, when most likely what Shabiya thought was true. 

"Shut up, there's something." He said it was easy for Shabiya to make a decision, but it was not right.

"Rare totality, huh? Believe me, I do this because I can't do the basics of life. And I'm gonna start studying." My answer. Shabiya nodded without arguing. I know, his mind is not what it seems. He nodded for manipulation. As if he believed me, but not at all. And we washed the chicken I brought. Since I am a person of great totality, I carry all the cooking needs. Like spices and so on. Just don't bring a frying pan or stove. 

Outside the house Shabiya always wears a hijab. Even he carried out the obligation to close the aurat as a Muslimah since the age of 7 years, the time of Allah. If anyone asks when did Alisha carry out that duty? I firmly say, God willing as soon as possible. Even though I haven't worn it yet. I need to establish myself so as not to wear it off. Even if it is not allowed. Because I was looking for justification to delay something that Allah obligated to all Muslims, especially Muslims. 

But Shabiya never forced me to ask so many things, like, when did you wear the hijab? or any other question that makes coercion. Shabiya always reminds her best friend to wear hijab, but she has her own way, which is in a very gentle way. Shabiya is a dream. 

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...Be continoude...

...Alisha over time kayak.denayang, can know people's minds. Great....

...Sorry yesterday did not update his brain called a dead end/gk can think. ...

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