Heaven on lara
Chapter 36. First day of the course

Today is the first day Zoya gets skinny forcing her. Yes, Zoya takes cooking courses such as making bread, wet cakes, pastries, and various other menus.

Zoya is so enthusiastic about entering the building where she will study for the next two months. Yes, only two months of time has been determined to receive material and practice ordinances to make various snacks and heavy meals.

Zoya hopes that she can learn a lot there. Zoya wants to turn into a cook. However, Zoya learns a lot of life lessons after parting ways with Zada.

Zoya let out a long sigh before actually getting into her class. When she entered, Zoya could see there were four people who might take cooking courses.

Three of them were a woman and the other a man. Zoya nodded and smiled to greet the new person. They smiled back after that, Zoya sat on one of the empty benches located in the middle.

The room was like a class in general. There are tables and chairs as a tool for learning. As for the practice of processing food, Zoya knew a little will be carried out in a different room.

Zoya looks around her class painted all white. While being busy searching, Zoya is surprised by the voice of a woman greeting her. "Hi, Ma'am. Can you sit here, right?" greet the purple-painted bob-haired lady to Zoya.

Zoya looked up and smiled. "Could, Ma'am. Sit down" Zoya replied kindly. Zoya could estimate that the woman beside her was the same age as her. "Include me, my name is Sely." The woman stretched out her hand, invited her acquaintance and reviewed her wide smile.

With pleasure, Zoya received the helping hand. "Me, Zoya. Nice to meet you," Zoya replied no less kindly. "Bak Zoya how old is she? Looks really young?" sely asked with furrowed brows.

Zoya chuckles softly. "I'm two six. How old are you?" Zoya asked back. "Well, the older I turned out to be. I'm two seven. Means no need to call 'mbak' dong huh?" ask Sely carefully.

Zoya nodded and smiled. "Call the name. Should I just call 'mom?" zoya asked seriously. Sely flicked her hands in front of her chest. "Don't ... Afraid of getting old. Mending Sely just, more delicious," kekeh Sely who can be directly familiar with Zoya.

"All right, Sely." Zoya also chuckles softly due to the behavior of her new friend. Not long after, a slender, slightly bule-faced woman walked into the classroom and stood in front. "Good morning everyone," said the woman Zoya could guess was Zoya's course teacher.

"Good morning, ma'am," everyone answered. Zoya does not realize that the class that originally only contains six people including herself and Sely, now all the seats are filled. Maybe because it was too late talking to Sely so, Zoya did not notice it.

"My name is Margaret. I'll give you material on how to make various processed foods that are anti-failure club,"

All chuckled to hear the teacher who had been funny at the beginning of his introduction. Not much different from the others, Zoya also chuckles because her course teacher is still young at heart even though judging from her appearance, she is already around forties years old.

About two hours Zoya gets material about making various snacks, eventually the class ends. For the first day, there was no practice and it was still filled with materials.

Zoya rushes home before it rains. Even though it was still ten in the morning, the sky had already revealed its dark aura indicating that soon the water droplets from the sky will come down.

"I'm first, Cell. Afraid of rain," said Zoya bidding farewell to Sely who happened to walk hand in hand towards the parking lot. "Yes, be careful on the road, Zoya," replied Sely slightly shouting as Zoya began to drive her bike out of the building.

"Yes, be careful too!" replied Zoya who was also shouting because the roar of her motorbike drowned her voice. Just halfway through, the earth was already drenched in the rain that was so heavy by the sky.

Zoya pulls off her bike at a shophouse that closes to shelter. He forgot not to bring his raincoat. In fact, Zoya knows October is the month where the rainy season will arrive.

Moreover, the pashmina veil was wet because of the sudden rain. Likewise with the robe he wore, all soaked to leave a cold and shivering.

Without Zoya noticing, there was a pair of my eyes that were paying attention towards her. Feeling that she was being noticed, Zoya turned to her left and found a tall man sitting on a ceramic floor with a cigarette that she slipped between her index and middle fingers.

Zoya can see, the condition of the man is very messy even though using clothes that are fairly expensive. A person wearing a black suit, a white shirt, black material pants and pantofel shoes that match his clothes.

Zoya tried to take her eyes off as the man cleared his throat. Zoya looked up at the sky that was still faithful to reveal her dark aura. "It looks like it's going to rain for longer" Zoya murmured to herself.

"Allahumma shoyyiban nafi'an."

Zoya gasped as the man not far from her said a prayer as it rained. Zoya immediately remembered and recited the same prayer. "Allahumma shoyyiban nafi'an."

The man stood up and walked towards Zoya. Zoya glared sharply as the man stood beside her with his innocent gaze. Zoya continued to pay attention to what the man beside her would do.

Zoya's eye tail catches the man open his suit and unexpectedly, Zoya can feel her body warm up when a thick object covers her upper body. Zoya turns and finds a coat draped over her shoulder.

Zoya blinked a few times. He looked at the man beside him with an unaccepted look. How can Zoya just resigned when there is a stranger who without his permission put a suit on his body.

"Thursday you look up and look deep," said the man without burden and threw the cigarette butts in his hands. Zoya had already glared sharply at the brash man beside her. "Why? Thank you dong! It's free to wear a veil if the clothes look up,"

After saying that, the man passed by leaving Zoya still glued to the spot. Zoya looks at her white robe and sure enough, Zoya can see the part of her stomach that shows the inner T-shirt that Zoya is wearing.

Zoya humbled herself inwardly not realizing her aura had opened. Zoya immediately grabbed the suit she was wearing and looked for the figure of the annoying man while saving it but, Zoya found no one but herself there.

Zoya confusedly stared at the suit she was wearing. "Then, how do I return it? But, thank you," muttered Zoya confused as well as relieved.

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