
The restaurant is pretty strict. Especially in the VVIP room. Can't just anyone enter it.
The person behind the girl was intent on smothering the girl's mouth. Without realizing it, Zayn ran towards the VVIP room.
“Sorry, Sir. This room is reserved for our VVIP customers. Each of our VVIP customers will have a VVIP card. Does the Master have a VVIP Card?“ ask the waiter who is watching outside the VVIP room.
Usually the servants would not care what was talked about in the VVIP room. Because, this VVIP room is made, usually for someone who wants to talk but is not known to anyone.
“This,“ Without further ado, Zayn directly issued his VVIP Card. The waiter who held Zayn in was shocked by the Cards owned by Zayn.
“Please come in, Sir,“ The servants are disinclined by Zayn.
Without saying another word, Zayn rushed in. Her eyes were looking for someone who had intended to smother a girl who appeared to be a college student.
“Where is the person?“ Zayn was confused. Researching one-to-one people who are in the VVIP room, but there is no one suspicious.
“Do I see wrong?“ ask Zayn to himself. He then decided to go back to the table where he ate. The waiter who was watching the VVIP room from outside was astonished by Zayn.
“What's with that guy? Enter in a hurry as if there is a problem, then come out as if without burden,“ surprised the Servant.
“Did he rush to forget where he was sitting?“ The waiter thought hard.
“Forget! After all the business is not my business,“ said the waiter.
***
While at the dinner table Zayn and his mother.
As for Mama, seeing Zayn who had been agitated was constantly confused. Moreover, Zayn felt uneasy after returning. There must be something bad going on.
“What's up, Son?“ ask where Zayn is trying to ask his son. Perhaps his son can explain what became the restless material.
Zayn was unable to answer. His tongue feels ugly. Mama Zayn who understood him did not ask again, and chose to continue eating.
Zayn himself was not calm. Cold sweat soaked his temple. The anxiety continued to whack him. He himself did not even understand why he could feel uneasy. Restless as anything is not understood by Zayn.
The anxiety is getting worse. As if something bad was going to happen to her.
“Do you get sick, son?“ Mama Zayn gave Zayn a handkerchief. Zayn looked soaked as if he was hot. This room is full of air conditioning facilities.
“No, Ma,“ Zayn replied. He became unsettled. Look at his watch.
“Your sweat keeps flowing. If not, then what is this? Your body is soaking wet as if playing rain or heat. Though this room is full of air conditioning,“ said Mama Zayn.
“Zayn don't know, Ma. Zayn is fine,“ replied Zayn.
“Explain to Mama, Son. What's wrong with you? Mama is not calm if you don't tell her,“ pinta Mama Zayn.
Zayn sighed slowly. How can he explain this to his mother, if he himself does not understand the origin of this anxiety?
Zayn was confused as to where he was from. In the end, Zayn decided to tell him what he was feeling right now.
Mama Zayn was silent to Zayn's explanation.