Eyes My Heart
8. Photo shoot

**SHOT LOCATION**

At that time Zain was shooting with one of the models. Their theme is outdoor, more precisely on the outskirts of the beach.

Zain had to photograph several poses on the beach, as one of the newly inaugurated tourist promotions.

Shooting with such a theme must of course be faced with the view of beautiful models and sexy body.

And certainly must be strong faith, keep your eyes and heart. But fortunately, Zain was not easily interested in what else Naira had.

While Angga at that time was in charge of taking pictures through video, which was also a form of promotion. Zain and Angga had never played around in work affairs.

Unlike Joy, who from earlier rounded her eyes to see the sexy models, plus the bule-bule who was sunbathing. Makes Joy's view fresh. Wkwkk

Zain and Angga were looking at the portraits and consulting the models and some of the crew, to pick the best results.

"This is good."

"It's good too."

"How do you think Ga?". Show some photos.

"Ok, good ko." nodded.

As they were tidying things up and getting ready to go home. Zain realizes that Joy is missing.

"Ga. Where's bontot?" research around

"Earlier bulge-bule sunbathing, continue to jump acquaintance." Angga also researched the beach side.

"Well, look!" pointing at Joy who was lying on the sand with a tilted position parallel to the sunbathing bule.

"Buset, put on a show just about everything else." Zain shook his head.

"Hahahah" compact.

Joy lay on the sand using black riben glasses enjoying the view of the bule-bule sunbathing in front of her.

He deliberately wears sunglasses only to cover from people around if in fact all he sees is the hemisphere and sexy body of the bule-bule.

His pleasure continued for a while, until finally his two friends approached.

"duh.. Gee.duh."

Joy grimaced as Angga's hand suddenly grabbed her ear. Zain and a couple of Caucasians who saw spontaneously laughed.

"Now that the eye wash is done, it's time to go home!" angga's orders.

Joy stood up with a pouting face holding her fretted ears.

In the end, Joy must come home with them. Angga walked while holding Joy, afraid she was back lying on the sand and who was held only resigned, although occasionally turned to look at the bulls who were still sun lads.

Duh Angga is patient! Wkwkk

**APARTMENT**

That night Zain arrived at the apartment riding his bicycle. While in the parking lot he was quite surprised to see Piola.

"Piola, what are you doing?" little surprised.

"Where are you going ajasih? I've been waiting for you." wrestled spoiled hugging Zain's arm, making the hugged uncomfortable and immediately let go.

"Poola freelancing, later looked at people!" let go of that sexy girl's hand.

"I miss you." a little pouty.

"Now it's night, you're home!"

"But I miss." hugged Zain's arm back and tighter.

Zain could do nothing more than surrender. Piola leaned for a moment on Zain's field shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body.

After a while, Zain again let go of Piola's embrace and he looked calmer.

But not Piola his name if directly submissive and blush just like that. Piola closed his car door making Zain frown a little confused.

**NAIRA*HOME**

That night Naira stood by the glass window of her room. His gaze twinkled holding a piece of paper from Zain.

His hand again felt the writing on the paper, one by one the numbers written he read. The scent of perfume and every word that Zain spoke gushed back in his eyes.

Just this time Naira felt a different feeling when meeting a stranger. His heart is now back in turmoil.

Although his eyes can not see directly Zain's face, but through his feelings and heart he can describe his figure who is dashing, handsome and warm.

At this moment his heart said his figure was worthy of being his friend. The more he described Zain's figure through his heart and the feeling he had the more he felt warmth.

**APARTMENT**

"I don't mo go home." ketus.

Piola crossed his arms making Zain even more confused on how to deal with him.

"Piola, this is the night you're wanted!"

Zain tried to persuade Piola gently but the one who was persuaded didn't simply melt away.

"I'll go home if you anterin me!"

Zain was at a loss for words to hear Piola's words. With a heavy heart Zain obeyed. Zain had already memorized Piola's spoiled character, stubborn and always imposing his own will.

Fighting it is the same as wasting energy. This was one of the reasons that made Zain feel unsuited to Piola, because the difference in innate nature that was far from his simpler, calm and gentle self was also more mature.

**PIOLA'S HOUSE**

"Zain go in first!" bring him.

"It's late at night, I want to go home for a break!"

"Just now, are you not kangen with me? During my vacation home you never met me" with a sullen face.

Again Zain could not struggle against Piola.

"Zp. Acute love for you, I've been waiting for you for years." Grasping Zain's hand.

Zain looked at Piola's eyes which looked sad making him in a difficult position. Zain had never had more feelings for Piola but Zain also did not want to be rude any time he rejected him.

Actually Piola's love for Zain is quite large proven for several years is still chasing him. But love cannot be forced.

"Hhhhhh" sighed.

Zain slowly let go of Piola's hand. "Sorry, next time I'll come in!"

Piola just stood up with a wistful gaze accompanying Zain's steps. His eyes slowly glared at the back of the man he had been waiting for all these years slowly shrinking.

Although this was not the first time Zain had rejected him, but why that night he felt as if Zain was leaving and there would be no more opportunity for him.

**APARTMENT**

Zain returned to his apartment in a taxi. That night his mind was a little messed up.

Zain lay on the bed staring at the ceiling of his room. On the one hand he felt his attitude was a little harsh with Piola but on the other hand he did all this for Piola to come to his senses and stop expecting it.

Zain turned to look at the weker beside him. Time has shown at 11pm, he still has some work to do tomorrow.

He wanted to sleep resting his body, but his mind floated. He closed his eyes repeatedly and could not fall asleep.

Suddenly he remembered the paper leaflet he had taken from the office 2 weeks ago. He got out of bed and grabbed his sling bag.

The paper looks shabby even almost torn but can still be read clearly.

Zain looked at the paper and then put on a smile showing his rounded dimples on his cheeks.

Seriate...