
The next day arrived. It didn't feel like it was Monday, today is Wednesday.
Zilya wore a pale white long-sleeved blouse combined with a dongker-colored plisket skirt.
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Arriving at the Zilya Campus, Zilya heard faint whispering voices in the Campus area. Zilya got out of her car and rushed to find the source of the sound.
Step slowly while listening to what is being said. There was a student whispering with his friend.
Inadvertently, Zilya heard, the student whispered about a writer named Zilya Daisha has published various new books. The title is interesting, making students compete to buy the book before the stock runs out.
The students who studied at this Campus, almost all have bought the book. Unfortunately, not all have bought it, considering the stock sold is not much.
Zilya was getting closer to the crowd of these students.
“Honey, I bought it late. Due to the late news that author Zilya Daisha has published various other new books,“ said the student while breathing harshly considering this.
“Do you want to borrow a book from me? Almost, I was late to buy it, and at that time, the stock of the book was left one,“ bargain student friend.
“Can I? I was so curious about the story. Definitely exciting,“ replied the student 1.
“Of course you can, this,“ says student 2 while taking a book out of his bag.
“If you have finished reading, do not forget to return it again yes,“ said the 2nd student while smiling thinly.
“Each Captain,“ replied student 1, then the two laughed at each other.
Then on the other hand, the other students also talked about a writer named Zilya Daisha.
“I am so curious, who is the real identity of the author?“ the 3 students.
“Yes, surely the author is an expert in the field of writing. If only I could meet her, then I would take as many photos with her as possible and ask for her autograph as well, then and also ask her to teach me how to write,“ replied 4 students at length.
“I don't care, how much money I spend. Meet him alone, I am very grateful,“ continued the 4 student while imagining if he met the author named Zilya Daisha.
“Thank you. If I can meet him, I will take you too,“ replied the 3rd student.
“Eh, you know not?“ A student suddenly approached them. Student 3 and Student 4 shook their heads. How do they know what the student wants to talk about if the student has not said it yet.
“Huft!“ The student threw his breath out violently. He only realized that he had not said anything to the two students. “It turns out this is the reason why the two students shook their heads,“ thought the student.
“You know a famous writer?“ ask the student. “Yang his name is Zilya Daisha?“ ask back 3rd student and 4th student. The student who came suddenly nodded his head in excitement.
“We recognize it,“ replied 3 students and 4 students simultaneously.
“Ahh, thank goodness when you recognize him! If so, then I no longer need to explain who he is!“ said the student while throwing his trademark thin smile.
“The author is a new writer. Previously, he never wrote any stories,“ obviously the student who made 3 students and 4 students was surprised, “What!?“
“Yes, of course. I was also initially surprised when I found out the truth,“, said the student again.
“I did not expect, when the famous writer was a new writer!“ said a 5-year-old student who suddenly came. It turned out that the 5th student had accidentally heard the conversation of these three students.
“But, do you not think, if this author is actually an old writer, but re-create a new pen name so that no one recognizes it, he said,“ exclaim 6 students who also chimed in their words.
“That's impossible!“ student 4 then went silent.
“Can also, the famous author is a lecturer bahaaa Indonesia!“ the student suddenly.
“Can be anyway. We do not know whether our guess is right or wrong,“ replied the 3 students.
The students who were crowding were thinking hard. They do not know what is right and what is wrong. Everything seems so hidden, the author is very curious about his identity.
But, there are also students who want to meet the famous author. And even very much expect that to happen. No matter what will be issued by him, either the amount of money or so, as long as he can meet with the famous author.
All the students were curious. But, did they not realize, if the famous writer they idolized was one of the students at the Campus?
What would happen, if the students knew if the identity of the famous author was actually a student at the Campus?