Fake Love's
The Triple Z
Zayn directly lowered the bike's support. The 9-year-old boy walked up to the girl who was already standing on her own with his efforts.
“Sorry, I didn't accidentally!” zayn told him.
Zara just smiled faintly at him.
“Gak pa-pa! I was also too in the middle of the road.” Reply Zara kept her balance standing because her stick was dented due to being crushed by Zayn's bicycle.
“Zara!” call someone.
Zara, Zayn and Zia turned to the source of the voice.
“Papa!” Sahut Zara's.
“Let Zia help!” said her sweet girl who was standing next to Zayn.
“Thank you! I can do it myself!” Zara walked on her tiptoes.
Derald Zara's father got off the bike. Walk near his favorite daughter.
“Loh, where's your stick?” ask Derald to Zara.
Zayn, the boy quickly walked over to the two.
“This is the stick, Om! Sorry because I was off balance riding a bike, he got hit!” Zayn handed the slightly dented stick to the father of the girl he hit. Then take a quick glance at Zara. “I'm sorry!”
Derald smiled at this boy in front of him. Young children have dared to admit their mistakes and apologize for themselves.
“No pa-pa, the important princess Om, alright!”
“I will replace it, later!” Zayn.
Derald returned with a smile.
Zara could only bow down in embarrassment because Zia, the girl who was with Zayn always looked at her with a different look.
Zara held onto Derald's body then slightly shifted his body with one leg. Hiding behind the father's body.
Derald understood that Zara was feeling uncomfortable.
“No need, Zara still has two more sticks at home, right, Nak?”
Zara nodded slowly.
‘Oh... Her name is Zara.’
It was Zayn's inner self that stole a glance towards the girl hiding behind his father's body.
“We excuse you, next time don't play on the streets,” Derald advised Zayn.
“Sorry, Om!” Zayn slightly lowered his head.
Derald took his daughter home.
“We say goodbye to your aunt!” derald said to Zara and got a nod from the girl.
“Iya, Dad!”
Zara also climbed on the bike.
When the motor is running slowly. Zara looked back.
Nod slowly with lips that move, say sorry words but noiseless Zayn give.
Zara replied with a soft nod and a smile until the bike went into a house down the street.
“Did he stay there huh Kak?” said Zia who turned out to focus on staring at the girl earlier. “Pity once yes, she has no legs!” her oceh.
As Zia spoke, Zayn left her. Zayn picked up the bike he parked on the side of the road. Zia did not realize that Zayn was no longer beside her.
“No hear me say no anyway?” zia's screams that kicked her leg then caught up with Zayn.
“You just walk!” Zayn rushes to get his bike pedal. Darted quickly leaving Zia who was shouting to call out her name.
“Kak Zay... Waitaminute! Don't leave me!” shout Zia. “Kak Zay... Wicked!” Zia again stomped her feet.
The girl walked in annoyance following Zayn who had already left her far away.
Tin... Tin...
The sound of the car horn was heard by Zia the car also stopped right beside her.
Sreetts..
The car glass is slightly open.
A beautiful woman was seen waving to Zia.
“Aunty..” shouted Zia then immediately approached her.
“Zia why is it on the road alone? If anyone kidnaps, how about?” ask Kartika to Zia. The beautiful woman was alone in the car.
“So Zayn left me, Aunty!” Zia pointed in the direction where Zayn was still seen gabbing his bike.
Zia's previously sad face immediately turned happy.
“We're after, want?” bring Kartika.
Zia nodded quickly. “Mau... Aunty!”
“Let's go!”
Wush....
Kartika's luxury car immediately shot at lightning speed past Zayn who was trying to continue to rub his bike.
Kartika opened her car sunroof. Zia immediately poked her head there.
“Kak Zayn left behind!” zia shouted as she stuck her tongue towards Zayn. The little girl looked very satisfied to have replied to Zayn.
“Yeay... We got there first!” Zia shouted excitedly as she and Kartika first arrived at Wijaya's residence.
Kartika just smiled at the behavior of his nephew.
The two girls of different ages then walked into the luxurious house that was always the place where Kartika came home every week. The two continued walking towards the family room.
Yes, Kartika beautiful woman who is now 28 years old is visiting there.
Since taking control of the company that was controlled by Bara. Kartika chose to live in his luxury apartment. For reasons of wanting to be independent.
Though he wanted to avoid Mr. Wijaya who always asked Kartika to get married immediately. His age is now enough to be married. I don't know why Kartika is always afraid to hear the word marriage.
“What the hell is it? yells so,” said Aline who came from the kitchen with a large plate of chocolate pudding in his hand.
“Waw... Brother Aline knows very well if I want to come, it has been prepared this everything!” Kartika immediately took a piece of pudding and sat on the sofa. But Aline quickly hit the back of the hand slowly.
Plaque...
“Aww..., Brother Aline, sick!” rintis Kartika's.
“More pain where if we have an upset stomach for not washing hands before holding food.”
“Wash hands first!” aline's Word.
“Iya..” sahut Kartika who walked towards the sink located not far from the family room.
“Where are you from?” ask Zia.
“Wash hands!” the girl replied briefly.
Zia already understood that when Aline brought food, the girl must have been told to wash her hands first.
Though eating the pudding must also use a spoon but still must be clean when eating.
“Tuh, lose to a child,” Sindir Aline.
No matter Kartika.
“Mommy, when will mama pick me up?” ask Zia to Aline.
Zia used to call Aline with mommy the same as Zayn. The little girl was like her own daughter.
Sandra would often leave Zia there if she went to check
“In the near future also mama you pick up!” sahut Aline while rubbing the head of Zia.
“Yeah, picked up!” moaned Zia while pursing her lips.
“Nginap in Aunty apartment want?” Suddenly Kartika offers a call to stay at Zia.
“Mau!” shout Zia.
The head gel Aline gave made Zia instantly speechless.
“Pamit used to be the same mama!”
“Yes, mommy!” sahut Zia who immediately sat sweet after one piece of pudding that was given cream fla vanilla flavor on it.
“By the way, which Zayn?” Aline circulated her gaze only to realize her son was not with them.
“The most children passed behind. He left Zia at the end of the complex road. Until the little boy, cry. Thankfully I tried it, brother! What if Zia gets kidnapped?” kartika.
“That kid is really deh!” Aline shook her head then was about to intercept Zayn from the side door.
Zia and Kartika chuckled and then put their fists together, tos ria.
“Hihi... Rasain Zayn's brother, must be mommy got mad at him. Who told you to leave me, not Aunty?”
Kartika just nodded slowly in reply. The woman was enjoying the pudding made by her sister-in-law.
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