Annoying Ex-Boyfirend
Escape

"Wake, Ze! So, Mama's nebeng isn't?" the exclamation coupled with the knocking of the door relentlessly penetrated into Zevanna's ears.

Behind her thick blanket the girl wriggled softly. His forehead was furrowed from hearing his mother back nagging. Yes, last night Zevanna decided to go home to her mother because it was almost midnight. He who had wanted to go home quickly in fact had to fail because Astrid invited him to go to a cafe just to see Leon perform in a live music event.

Zevanna did have a chance to grumble, but letting Astrid ride an online taxi when the clock has pointed to the number nine also feels unbearable. Be, he was stranded in a cafe, accompanying a pair of young kawula making out while enjoying orange juice. How shiny!

"ZEVANNA!"

Her mother's loud screech successfully opened Zevanna's eyes wide. Fortunately, he did not have heart disease. You can die young if this is the way.

"Zee!"

"Yes, Maaaa .. in an hour I'm down."

"Half hour!"

"Yes." Yeah." Zevanna was breeding, but still it went down an hour later.

Melisa had put on a fierce face before her daughter reached the dining table. In addition to being upset because it was difficult to wake up, the woman was also angry because Zevanna came home late at night.

"Where were you last night? Eleven o'clock just got home," said Melisa probing.

Zevanna took a deep breath. Not her friend, not her mother, all of which are why it is so nice to scold her. Was he created to be a place where people throw annoyance?

"Zevanna! What are you, anyway? Mama's talking to you."

"I went to the cafe with Astrid watching live music."

"Really?"

"Ma, I'm sometimes naughty, but I'm honest when asked," Zevanna said with a frowning face.

"Often not just sometimes" explained the mother. "Mama just feels weird. Yesterday'kan you nginep at Adrian's house, why suddenly chat Mama said come home here and ask wakein. You deliberately, yeah, let's not get scolded by your papa for coming home at night?"

Zevanna's grin became the answer. Taking bread and smearing it with jam, he said, "Mama knows me best."

"Yes, Iah! If you do not understand later you doubt again actually you are a biological child or a collecting child."

"Maaa ...."

Melisa laughed crisply. His daughter is often testing his patience, but it is also what makes him understand more about the nature of the child. Every night, the woman also never absent in praying for her children so that their lives will not be like her.

"Ma! Mama whatde?" Zevanna waved her hand in front of her face.

Melisa blinked her eyes. "Haish! You're this!"

"Partially diem aja like people want to be possessed."

"About!" Melisa flicked her hand in front of the child's face. "When we're done, we'll leave immediately. Mama took the bag first," he continued to move to his room.

Zevanna looked at her mother's back slowly away with a soft look. The movement of his mouth in chewing bread also became slower. "What did Mama think just now? Why is it suddenly sad?" inner asked. "Don't you know that I'm Jayden's ex?" he continued with glaring eyes. Because of that, he choked on the bread. He patted his chest, then grabbed a glass of drinking water at the table.

Melisa who had returned with a tote bag was astonished to see the face until her daughter's ears turned red. "Why are you again, Ze?"

The woman was shaking her head. "Slowly eat."

Zevanna's mind groans. He wanted to scream that he was like this because of his mother. However, what power, all he could do was to feign ignorance and search for safety. He didn't want Jayden to know that the woman he was working with was his mother.

Along the way to the boutique, Zevanna's brain is constantly thinking about how to escape after her work is done. There was no way he would give the same reason. Everyone will be suspicious of him.

Zevanna took a deep breath before exiting her mother's car upon their arrival at the boutique. Priscilla, Bobby, and Olive are both busy with their phones.

"Morning," said Zevanna.

"Morning, too," Bobby replied.

"Morning, Ze," Olive said.

While Priscilla responded with a dullness. The woman's gaze was so focused with the flat object in her hand. I don't know what he saw, but his lips occasionally flashed a smile. And when asked by Olive, Priscilla quickly hid her phone. "Cryption! I made up-in while waiting for the others to come." He kept his phone in a bag.

Gwen and Keynara arrived shortly afterwards. Ten minutes passed, and Zevanna finally finished polishing Gwen's face, while Keynara was now being grasped by Priscilla. Zevanna had just rested her body on the sofa when the male voice she was avoiding most filled her sense of hearing.

"Sorry, I'm a little late. There was a sudden business for a while" Jayden said.

"It's okay. Not done make up and change clothes too, really, the model," Melisa replied.

"I went straight to his studio, huh, Tan?"

"Please. Aunt to the make up room first."

Zevanna's heart raced faster. He must find an excuse soon, but damn it! His brain could not be thought of until a message from Astrid entered his cell phone. His lips grinned thinly. Last night she helped Astrid, now is the time for her best friend to return the favor. With a click, Zevanna called Astrid with her mother entering the room.

"Hello, Astrid. Yes, why? Huh, you sick?" Zevanna's face was made to panic so that everyone who was currently staring at her believed.

While in her apartment, Astrid is confused by her friend who suddenly calls and says she is sick. "You mean? I'm not sick."

"To there? Eum .. can, can. Bring food? Okay I'm on the way in five minutes."

"Huh? Sinting is lo?" Astrid grumbling. His eyes stared in disbelief at the screen of the phone that lit up after the phone connection was disconnected just like that.

Zevanna packed her things. With a nervous and forced smile, he said, "Ma, Brother Prissy, I'm going to leave, huh? Astrid suddenly got sick. You know that he's in Jakarta alone?"

"There is a sister" said the mother.

"Rere's college, Ma. Pity if you're pestered. Brother Prissy, I'm sorry I didn't finish today. I really don't have to be the same Astrid." Zevanna's view shifted to her cousin's sister.

"OK, no problem," Priscilla exhaled softly, "touch up doang I can handle myself."

"Thank you, my sister, the most beautiful." A big smile fell on the girl's lips. Zevanna kissed her mother's cheek before leaving the place in a hurry. He also stopped by a cake shop about twenty meters from his mother's boutique. Moreover, the goal if not to bribe Astrid and force the girl to want to hold him for a day.

Upon arrival at the cake shop, Zevanna photographed a storefront that served a variety of cakes. "Which one do you want?" he wrote in the caption.

"Red velvet equals cheesecake," Astrid replied a moment later.

Zevanna growled in her heart. Goddamnit! Knowing that, he immediately bought it so that Astrid did not steal the opportunity in the midst of her poverty.