Metallmorphosis
BAB10S. Prepare to Welcome Independence.

Ren threw the used bottle of drink in any direction. Then he glanced at Zinnia who had finished his meal.

“The drink is delicious, sweet. What's the reason for your lip?” Zinnia muttered without feeling guilty.

“Hah?!” Indeed, Ren is being astonished at the behavior of Zinnia.

“Eeeooooooogg.” Zinnia burped with her hardness. And Ren could only frown in disdain at her.

“Jorok really this chicken cemani.” Celoteh Ren's.

With the position of the car door still open, Zinnia intends to go down.

“Where are you, again?”

“Ya wants to heal again. It's full already. So the healing will be more fun.” Answer Zinnia like.

“Uda malem, you know. Sign in. I'll give you a ride.” Bargain Ren.

Zinnia sneered at Ren's compulsion. He sat back in his chair and closed the door.

Ren started driving his car slowly. He himself was surprised by his pretentious attitude to care about Zinnia even though the girl was not who she was.

“Where is your house?” Ask Ren.

“My house? Why is it my home?”

“Yes I want to nganter you home.”

“Necessary. I can go home by myself.” Reject Zinnia. He insists not to tell Ren his home address. He was still reluctant to go home after what happened this afternoon.

The quarrel between him and Navya was completely inevitable. And as always, Navya is the winner. So he got out of the house to avoid a bigger fight. He'll be home after everyone has fallen asleep.

“So where are you going?” Ren asked half annoyed because he was confused about having to lower Zinnia where.

“Let me down where I am. It's up to you. I don't mind.”

“Job...”

And finally, Ren just twirled around the area for half an hour.

“Hei. I have to go home this. Already malem. Cepetan tell your address.” Urge Ren.

“Back home. I told you to come down to me wherever you want.”

“Hufh.” Ren snorted in annoyance.

“Stop, stop, stop. Get me down here.” Said Zinnia suddenly making Ren a drunk and immediately pulled over his car. Fortunately, there was no other vehicle behind them, so there was no collision.

“Why here?”

“I want to buy boiled corn first.” Answer Zinnia casually. He got out of the car and approached the brothers who were selling peanuts and boiled corn, who were still selling their wares in a cart.

And again, Ren was agape by Zinnia. He scratched the nape of his head that was not itchy. He regretted having helped the obscure girl.

Ren waited as he tapped his fingers at the wheel. He saw Zinnia running back towards the car and opened the car door.

“Kak Ren!” Call Zinnia.

“Kak Ren?”

“Why? Don't like me calling you sister? You're older than me, right? So shouldn't I be polite, call him? Should I call Mas? The akang? A brother? Oppa? oniichan?”

Ren is still agape. Zinnia had already given him a shock dozens of times even in just an hour.

“Terupon you. What do you want to call me. I'd like to call Kak.” Ren finally gave up. “Tadi say what?”

“Pinjem money. 20 thousand. I bought some corn but forgot I didn't bring any money. Hehehehehe.”

Ren's body squeezed for a moment. He leaned his back without energy. He reached into his wallet and gave Zinnia 50 thousand bills.

“Yes geez. Yes, take it. This is all.” Force Ren to be upset.

Sruutt's. Zinnia immediately withdrew the money. “Still.” Said Zinnia who immediately ran back to pay for his corn.

Moments later, the girl got back in the car. He gave 30 thousand dollars back to Ren.

“Still yes, Brother Ren. I'll pay if we meet again.” His word.

Ren still received the change and put it in the dashboard drawer. Then he returned to his car.

Zinnia is enjoying the corn. He offers to Ren, but the man refuses. So he enjoyed it himself.

Ren looked at his watch. It's 00:32 wib. It's past midnight. And he planned to completely leave the girl in just any place. If necessary at the police station.

“Kak Ren can take me home now.” Zinnia then mentioned his home address.

Ren could breathe a sigh of relief. He had intended to bring the girl down. Then he pointed the car to the address told by Zinnia.

“Still, Brother.” Said Zinnia as to the driver of the motorcycle. He closed the car door and Ren drove back to the car.

Zinnia entered his house after being opened by security. Fortunately, his house was already in a state of desolation. All the inhabitants are asleep.

He went into his room and locked it. He saw his cell phone lying on the nightstand. There have been dozens of missed calls from Joham. Because he didn't bring his phone.

Zinnia just saw it. Then he went into the bathroom and immediately took a warm bath.

After the bath, he was ready in his pajamas and ready to go to sleep. He must quickly rest if he does not want to be late to work on his first day. The bed linen that was affected by the mango stain had been replaced by Lida.

Zinnia tried to close his eyes and was ready under the covers. But the ringing of the phone made him get back up and grab the box from the top of the nightstand. It was a phone from Joham.

“Jin!!!!! Where the hell in telfonin from earlier was also not lifted!! What are you my face?!!! how hard is it to lose?!” Joham immediately shouted and grumbled in annoyance. He was upset because his face that was like an elephant cage could not be removed and as a result he was laughed at by his men.

 “What the hell? Yells out? What are the advantages of vocal cords? Really loud yelling, Joo.”

“That's so bad of you, Jin! Where am I in the same brawl kids!!!! Why not pick up the phone?”

“Hahahahahaha. Yes maap. It was outside. No need to bring hape.” Zinnia. “Why the hell?”

“I have a vacancy for you. In the cafe temenku. So waitress. How?”

“Yaaahhh. You're late, Joo. I've got a job.” Zinnia was proud to tell his friend.

“Hah? Seriously? Where?”

“Di Pak Jaya.”

“Pak Jaya? Who'sis that? Where's stall?” Cecar Joham's.

“Not a stall, anyway. Just a roadside cart. But rame Kaket. Customers are many.”

“Jin! You're a meatball?!” Joham seemed to pity the fate of his best friend who became a seller of meatballs cart.

“Indeed why sell meatballs? Kan halal's. From nyopet.” Zinnia does not accept Joham degrading Pak Jaya's work.

“Hillliiih. Your style. Who is the nyopet? Pake says everything again. But really, anyway. The important halal.”

“Ya already, yes. I'm going to bed. I don't want to be late tomorrow go to work.” Said Zinnia forcing an end to the chat. It was like getting a job.

“OK, again. Congratulations, Jin. I got a job. May it be good and long. Inget, honest the main.”

“Iya, tau. Onion. Udah.”

Tut's.

Zinnia threw the phone in any direction in her bed. But he took it back and put it on top of the portable carger on the nightstand. Then he prepared to fall asleep. Preparing her physique to welcome her first day of being an independent girl.