Don't Call My Name
I'm the Loyal Type, Kok

Chapter 9.

“Thank God, you've arrived, son. Come on, come in,” take Miranda so enthusiastically as soon as Zara gets in front of her house. But his hand was shaken when he landed on his daughter's shoulder. If Zara finds out, it's really painful for her. But maybe this is not how much pain he has been inciting so far—and he feels he deserves the unpleasant treatment.

“What wind do you guys routinely conduct studies like this?” ask Zara in a flat tone, “or Mami equally Om want penance?”

“Ngak, Son. Mom just wanted to. Mami feels happy and happy to be able to get together with the closest people,” said Miranda who does not Zara believe her point.

“Honey to gather with close people. But the child himself has never been approached let alone cared,” Zara quipped in front of his mother directly, “more important others, huh? Or am I someone else?” Zara was wondering if she was just a stepdaughter? But based on the birth certificate, he is indeed the biological child of the couple Papi Purnawirawan and Mami Miranda.

“Sayang ...” call Miranda sounds full of softness. Her mouth opened as if to explain something, but Zara seemed indifferent and reluctant to hear it.

“I'm again lazy to hear any reason, Mam.” Zara flashed and took some drinking water to flush her hot chest. His eyes were watery because it was only in this way that he vented his emotions.

“Any defense will not be justified. A child, no matter how bad he is, remains the responsibility of his parents to pay attention to, Zara's inner” feels painful again, “I'm not as bad as you think if you are able to know me well.”

How to break the fast together goes smoothly and is quite fun for those who enjoy it. All of them also listened to the study being presented by the show's fillers.

“Kak, I have a lot of chocolate. What Brother want?” said Michael. The boy came up to her to offer her a rectangular brown packaging.

“Mike book, well!” Michael tried to open the packaging and thrust the chocolate tip in front of the mouth of the Big Brother, “open his mouth, Brother. Mike bribe.”

Without Zara noticing, her heart melted seeing the sincerity of the younger sister. So that he was willing to open his mouth to receive a chocolate bribe from this boy—bokah who often called himself Mike. Maybe because it's easier to say Mike's name than his real name, Michael. This did not escape the sight of Miranda who was staring at the two with teary eyes. This is the moment Miranda has always been waiting for.

“Kakak, said Mami, chocolate makes our mood so good. So Mike likes chocolate. What's Brother too?” ask Michael.

Zara nodded. The girl tried to strengthen herself so that her defense would not collapse. If his relationship with his mother was fine, they would now be very familiar siblings. Because he really loves his sister.

“Still,” Zara said as she rubbed Michael's head. The one in the swipe gave a happy smile.

“So don't you want to sleep with Mike today?”

“Ngak, Mike. Brother has to go home,” reject Zara in a softer tone.

The sad face of Michael changed. But he could not voice protests because of cause or something he did not understand. This child is confused, why is his family different?

Why does her brother always go and live alone somewhere else?

But aren't they one womb?

Mami always said that they were the brother and sister who were both born from her. Michael often notices the relationship of his friends, but they live together in one house. They also called Papi to their father. Not with the Om call that his brother often said.

It's disconcerting. Michael really needs an explanation. But baby, my answer is always disappointing. There was no other answer except to say that her brother was an artist who was always busy on the set.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, the show was over. Perhaps at that time, Zara did not intend to greet Rayyan first. Because he did not want to be impressed to seek more attention to her. But when they came out, they were reunited for a reason.

“Which sandal I am, anyway?” muttered Zara searched many places, but never found it.

“Oh, yes. Is correct. Thanks, Taz,” said Zara received it with pleasure and wore it at once.

“Who are you going home with?” Rayyan asked again, “ alone again?”

Immediately Zara replied, “Again who?”

Habit, Rayyan's mind worries him. “It's late, shouldn't you just stay at your parents' house?”

Zara shook her head, “No, I'll just go home.”

“No trauma same thing happened yesterday again?”

“Ngaklah. Time is just so traumatized,” said Zara showed herself so that Rayyan did not think she was a spoiled woman and always lived in the dependence of others.

Both of them approached their cars.

“If you may know ... who told you to come here? What did Om tell you?” ask Zara after a little far from the building of her parents' house, “no ordinary - usually they conduct a study at her house like this.”

Rayyan turned her head, “Isn't that good?”

Rayyan's words sounded ambiguous, making Zara think, good for whom? Me or you?

“Indeed, but I also want to know the reason.”

“There is no reason to do good especially to establish relationships like them. Especially in Ramadan as it is now,” explained Rayyan then went into their respective cars. From Rayyan's open steering glass door, Zara saw the man smiling sweetly at her, “Be careful on the road. Don't speed. Remember not married.”

Zara also contracted a smile, “Almost only married people can speed.”

“Minimal if you fall or accident, there is a treat,” reply Rayyan who turned out to be able to joke too.

“Not necessarily Si Doi want to take care. There are many people in this world who are unfaithful. Both men and women, if you are sickly again like to be left looking for a new one.”

“I'm loyal type, kok.”

“No!” cebik Zara rolled her eyeballs. Huh, what the fuck, anyway! His mind actually felt very happy. Seen in Rayyan's eyes this girl's cheeks gave off a naturally pink hue. But trying to hide.

“Do you know, our closeness begins to smell in the media?”

Highlight Zara's eyes peeked at the eyeballs of the man who had just asked her so, “If you're uncomfortable, I can confirm the truth.”

“Ndon't need. Let it be.” Rayyan also began to turn on the gas and stepped on her pedal, “Assalamualaikum,” greetings like not willing to break the gaze that is still linked to each other.

“Waalaikumsalam ..” Zara felt an unusual pounding rumbling in her chest. Little hope, Rayyan could also feel the same way.

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Seriate.