Desire Sister Stepdaughter
CHAPTER 30 - Not That Hard

The stigma of people around him was unusually weak, unable to go alone even the same staring at the world as if it was impossible for him. Only, it was enough already and fate required him to live alone.

Get away from Zayyan, forget what happened and really live as Zoya. The freedom he had wanted long ago may have just been given by God at this time, even though the way he was a little sick and quite successful in making him cry.

Mataram, West Nusa Tenggara, is the farthest destination in Zoya's life. There is no one there, Zoya fumbles on her future and only capitalizes on the courage and desire to be able to enjoy real life. He was carrying a small amount of cash, just enough for airfare and lodging costs for the next few days. That was the rest of the pocket money that Zayyan gave him in cash.

Realizing that the destination is not for a vacation, Zoya does not necessarily take a break when she arrives there. Instead of looking for a job, he stepped foot which is often the reason Zayyan protects him with weak reasons. Yes, even though it has been cured for a long time for Zayyan he is a paralyzed wanjta who can not go anywhere without help.

With a beautiful face and excellent communication, in less than a month Zoya was able to adjust. Until now she was well received working in one of the five-star hotels in the city center for the help of someone who had been instrumental to her.

"It doesn't seem that hard."

For a moment he could break Zayyan's opinion about the harshness of the outside world, because in fact if he is able to bring himself and have skills then anywhere will still be able to play the role of a human being, he thought.

Although the salary he received was not as big as the pocket money from Zayyan, for Zoya this was better than continuing to depend on the man. Fortunately, Zoya is introduced to good people who are as sincere as sharing love even though there is no family bond at all.

"Zoya ... almost a month and you're still working? I thought I was just kidding, so you really aren't a future wife of Dikta's pact?"

Since the beginning of his arrival his co-workers have thought the same. Moreover, the person who brought Zoya at that time was the son of the owner of the hotel, Dikta.

"Still dong, the purpose of me coming here is the same as you, Alya .. work," said Zoya on the sidelines of her lunch, until now he still feels funny if he remembers how his friends to worry about calling his name.

"I think you're a future wife of Dikta sir, thank God my hope has not been dashed yet."

Alya was joking, but it was indeed a bit of hope to be real tucked in there. The charm of a Dikta is indeed not to be lied to, a handsome man who is so gentle to anyone even though he is a son of a noble family makes anyone wish for more.

"Wake up, Al ... still day, your dream height," Barata chirped up to the heart, really the man spoke not first thought.

"Ck, this cow is disturbing. What's wrong with hoping, after all life is not just about today .. but also tomorrow, and later," Alya replied and this is usually a sight before Zoya, the two men who when far away are always looking and when near will berate.

"Cow? Where is my handsome cow? Though clearly more handsome I am than the Dikta pact, your eyes are covered with sin," said Barata to make Zoya who is now a mediator between them just laugh discordant even his stomach feels a little pain.

"You guys are so sweet, why not just go out? Funny to know."

"I'm her boyfriend? Mending waiting for Dikta's proposal, Zoy."

"This is, if it fits in the stomach cravings kiak .. where might the pact Dikta lamar you Alya, if Zoya just natural," he said without thinking about the feelings of Alya who is now torn apart because it is considered not worthy of getting a man as perfect as Dikta.

"Bright bad words I swear, I'm hurt just watch out, I swear it doesn't work for a lifetime!!"

"Oho can't, my soul mate is already in front of these eyes," he said deliberately touching Alya's chin until the woman reflexively threw the box tisue right on Barata's face.

"Try it once you guys get along, will be a real soul mate."

"Aamiin's."

"No Aamiin!!"

"Amijin!!"

"No Aamiin!!"

"Aamiin point!!"

"No Aamiin point!!"

Both of them back to fighting with that one sentence, Zoya really did not feel strong. It's too funny and this kind of thing he didn't find in his neighborhood just yet. It was clearly inseparable from the role of Zayyan who even meddled in Zoya's friendship problems, he was only allowed to make friends with a few people. It was from the upper class and probably would never even laugh just because of simple things like Barata and Alya.

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"Zoy, I drive you home, yes" said the man who was the talk of Alya. Yes, he is a Dikta who has always done such things for Zoya from the beginning.

"Not per_"

"Need, you haven't been here long. Let me take you, it's already night ... out there is not as good as you think," said Dikta softly, the man talks to Zoya but Alya is asphyxiated as Barata restrains her body from behind. Worried that the woman fainted because she was bewitched by the good looks of a Dikta who according to her was not that much.

An offer he could not refuse. Other than that the man did not accept rejection, Zoya thinks it's good to have him delivered home and confirmed safely with Dikta instead of having to come home alone and gripped by fear due to some men who teased him like yesterday.

"Not with me, sir? I went home in the same direction as Zoya," said Alya with above-average courage, but it made Barata nauseous instantly.

"Ah sorry once, my car is only enough for two people, Alya."

Barata chuckled and seemed like it would break down completely after this. Want to return to seduce but can not because Dikta's speech is true. "Ah yes already then, next time I was also invited yes, sir"

- To Be Continue -