Don't Call My Name
The Seeds of Love

Chapter 6.

Zara came down after she got to her house. He thanked her again for being saved by this man.

Arriving inside the house, he smelled the fragrance from the jacket he was wearing. It was the same as the man's body. Her fantasy was quite wild when imagining it was not this jacket that she hugged—but her sexy body. Stumpy, but not too excessive and according to the portion. His face was pure white and had a slight sideburn on his chin. His body was not very tall, but it was also not too short. His eyes are a bit of a blackish brown, his nose is pointed. And when he smiles, his teeth look white and neatly arranged.

“Does he already have a partner?” muttered Zara suddenly thought of Grace's words last night that warned her not to be too easy in anchoring the heart, “right what Grace said. Anyway, maybe a handsome guy like him is a jomlo. Unless she turns like Grace.”

The phone rang to stop his daydream. It turned out to be from the person who had just been told about his ugliness. Lazy to pick up the phone, he replied with a chat.

Zara: what's wrong? You want to remind me of my schedule, right? I remember where to go today. No need to remember. I'm a dazed granny.

Grace: thank goodness you remember. But, why is your car you're staying?

Grace asked that because just a moment ago this woman told her to.

I went home with Rayyan.

Grace: oh, my goodness. You're mode yes! (Grace affixes head pat emoticons).

Sally: no, dong. I was driven home because I needed protection.

Grace: what protection?

Zara: ah, just a small matter, really. You don't have to worry. I'm doing fine.

Grace: sure?

Zara: very sure.

Grace: yes, I have. I can't pick up or pick up your car right now. I still have a lot of business. So before one o'clock, you just order a taxi to the shooting location. You have to make up first and it's not for a while. Do not be late to eat and do not drink coffee first so that your stomach also does not recur.

Zara: late, I've had one cup of coffee.

Grace: No papa, he said you want to die fast. Yes, already, continue! Don't take the responsibility of drinking. If only fainted like yesterday because ngerepotin people. Especially me.

Zara: okay. Starting tomorrow, you are ready to start looking for cooperation with other artists. Let me koit you've got a replacement.

Grace: jacket! (sad emoticons).

That afternoon, Zara did her job with a happier face. The mood was so good that today's shoot went to the maximum.

“It only takes a few shots I have got the results I want,” said the photographer.

Grace said, “Ya, it's a big influence people fall in love.”

“Oh, yes?” the man who holds this camera widens his eyes, is happy to hear this girl finally has a heart patch at her age that is quite mature, “what artist you already have a boyfriend?”

“Long!” reply Zara immediately, “we are just friends and have only met twice. But Grace thinks I'm in love.”

“But keep considered taboo. Love at first sight does exist. For example me,” said the photographer again.

“Not quite know, but it is kind of knowing,” Zara said in response to Grace's statement.

“Spill dong whose figure!” pinta photographers.

“Don't, later be gossip!” ketus Zara pulled Grace and asked her to remove the costume she had finished wearing.

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Zara's work is done, this time Grace who drove him to the front of the house to avoid events like yesterday again. The girl immediately rested for a few moments to unravel the fatigue that was occupying her.

Later that night, he heads to the kitchen to find food. There, he found his domestic assistant was putting in the dirty clothes he had just worn, along with Rayyan's jacket.

“This is whose jacket anyway, Non?” ask him sounds very curious, “certainly belongs to the new girlfriend Non Zara, yes?”

“Not, Bi. Just friends,” replied Zara while turning on the stove. And this time, he cooked by himself because this old man could not cook the food he wanted. So there is no problem for him because he also likes to be in front of tools like this. Because for her, struggling in the kitchen is an activity that every woman must master to any degree, for the sake of the sustainability of their household.

“Some temen-temen, usually long-time so demen,” chirped Bibi again.

“And if that's true, hopefully he doesn't have.” yet

Aunty guaranteed, because that was also what she had hoped for all this time and whatever was best for her.

After Zara lifted the dish and put it on the plate, Zara took it to the mini table in front of the stove. Followed by Bi Yati who was also sitting in front of him like she was about to say something. It was read from the old woman.

With confidence, Zara began to eat her food without hesitation in front of people who were fasting. He himself never fasted. Not unwilling, but do not understand that this order must be done for all people who are Muslim.

“So noon Mami came here,” Bibi said after one mouthful just went into the esophagus. Zara suddenly gasped and stopped her mouthfuls and chews just now.

“Ngapain Mami to here?” Zara asked with her chest up and down withstanding the resentment that whack in the recesses of her heart every time she discussed her irresponsible parents.

“You meet Non, but Nonnya no.”

“So?”  zara asked him to explain further.

“Mami just order, tomorrow sister's birthday. So Non was told to go there to attend a small Thanksgiving event as well as breaking fast together.”

“Birthday turn I never remember,” said Zara looks worried and suddenly not good to eat because it looks distinguished by her Mama openly, even though she is both her biological children as well. “Don't remember my birthday, sick to death just don't look. What I want to eat, cake, they never care.” Some of his tear circles fell instantly and were directly wiped with the back of his hand. But the next second, he straightened his head again and tried to ward off the tears that would fall next. I must not look weak, his mind while forcing a smile. A smile that contains a lot of problems and pressure.  

“Seng is patient yes, Non ... Aunty can only convey, can not do anything.”

Zara looked down and stirred her food because she was no longer tasteful. Aunt Yati felt guilty and bad that she shouldn't have said it now. Though maybe, his employer is very rumbling—but, he even discussed sensitive issues like this.

“Sorry yes, Non. But if not Aunty convey it now, Aunty is afraid later even forget.” He is often like this and does not want to repeat.

“Yes, no papa, Bi. Better so,” said Zara stared blankly and looked far into the past— when her family was destroyed since Papi was declared dead of a heart attack, then Mami remarried to the man she suspected of cheating. Moreover, the company of his papi heritage is now controlled by his stepfather and makes his life so shady. Zara searched for everything herself without their care.

Yes, everything has changed!