MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
MAGIC PANIC

" … Here, Om. It just so happens to be the same thing that trade mosquito rackets."

Edo nodded in response to Vina. "okay-okay. Bentar yes. This is a narrow road."

"Or we find a parking garage first, Om, just shopping."

"Bole tuh. You see, I'm horrified to sneak his car hidden crazy rich Jaksel nih." Edo laughs.

"Ih but there was a mosquito racket trade, Om."

"The rich who trade mosquito rackets are just there anyway, Vin. You don't see this market as big as an ocean?" Nia pointed at the distance. "Tuh-tuh until sono tuh."

"Yes anyway. Oh, yaudah, Om. We'll find a parking lot just shopping."

Edo did not answer, only returned laughing as he continued his activities around the market looking for an empty parking area. This is the second day of Nia, Zaim and others holiday in Bukit Pelangi West Java. Yesterday, when he arrived at Bukit Pelangi, Nia, Zaim and others immediately made an impromptu burning agenda until late midnight.

They are too enthusiastic, to forget where they stay during the holidays. Yeah, on a hill. The hill is not affordable electricity, far from retail outlets, and surrounded by a lot of plants that become a favorite hiding place for mosquitoes. As a result, they fall asleep with friends, cold, and, mosquitoes!

That was the reason Nia, Vina and Edo were on the market at the moment. They are assigned to shop for candles, matches, and most importantly, weapons against mosquitoes! While Ushi, Zaim and Ikbal, stayed at the cottage to clean up the rest of the fires overnight. They move without ever expecting that big news has spread.

"It's just my feeling or we're just talking to people again, huh?"

"Mmm we are rich again plotted with them deh, Om," replied Nia to Edo. "What the hell is that?"

"The answer is in Mr. Kades' house. Don't think about ah. I'm sure the viral news is rinsed. Mending us a shopping hunt." Vina pointed at the furniture merchant. "There's a mosquito racket."

"Yes, there is a rich. Yudah go there. Yuk, um."

Edo just nodded at Nia while tailing.

"Excuse me. Sir, is there a mosquito racket?"

"Eh?" A man who owns a furniture store reflexively points at Nia. "The mother isn't the one on tv, is she? Who has no heart?"

"Huh? What do you mean, sir? I have a heart."

The forty-year-old man did not reply, only hurriedly turned on his television. And, sure enough. Shortly after the old television had lit up, a huge news had been broadcast everywhere. Seen portraits of Nia, Zaim and others who were climbing Bukit Pelangi plastered on all television channels with the headline, MANKIND TAK Hati!

" … Hendri Zachary is considered more suitable to be the successor of Al Hakam than Zaim Alfarezi who according to netizens is only busy dating Yesenia Eve, the eleventh level student of SMAN Andalan Teladan … Here is a collection of hilarious comments from netizens who got millions of likes even from our President."

"My lips feel check-eyed even though the bellows fend off."

"Our color shouldn't be badminton, Vin. Not supposed to be a vacation either but look at Mr. Hakam." Nia looked at Vina. "Yes, right?"

Edo cleared his throat while holding Zaim's car keys to Nia. "Mending you guys wait in the car. Let me do the shopping. Because I'm sure Ushi's raging now. So we have to get back. Continue …"

Exactly it. At the moment, Ushi is on a rampage. When I learned of the viral news from Ikbal who hurriedly returned to the cottage after picking up the phones of everyone who charged at the residence of Mr. Kades, Ikbal, Ushi immediately rampaged because he felt not accepted by the comments of netizens. Ushi also did not forget to curse the photo spreader with a curse of various languages!

"I can put this news to rest in a few hours, ma'am" Zaim told Ushi.

"That's not the case, Za. Your relationship is a headache."

"I understand, Mom. It's my fault."

"It is our fault, brother Zaim. We'll be invited here. Even the most wrong mother. Do you not realize that Mom is the most enthusiastic among us all?"

Spontan Ushi turned to Ikbal. "Kok you're so bad about Mom anyway? You changed camp?"

"Who changed the camp. I used to have my brother Zaim."

"Oh yaudah, you don't have to go home to ka–"

"Sstttt was there, Mom," Ikbal said. "Nih Mr. Hakam made a clarification video on instagr*m officialnya Muezza*." Ikbal ran while increasing the volume of his phone.

*Al Hakam owned company that offers diet catering services.

"Just go ahead. I'm Al Hakam. I want to respond to the viral news that has enough impact on the image of my grandson, Zaim .. About the holiday I told Zaim because he seemed very stressed … Cottage in Bukit Pelangi is also a gift from me for his holiday Zaim .. So rather than you guys fuss about heart mending on try out the menu of the new package Muezza, balado or ampela …"

Zaim grinned, "Grandfather why suddenly become a pro gini? Must have been planning something. About what?"

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

The remains of sobs could be heard filling an abandoned bedroom. Abandoned by the intense quarrel between the brothers, Nisma and Bunga. Shards of vanity glass, vases of flowers, sleeping lights and picture frames are the silent witnesses of the great quarrel. Even the bruises on his cheeks and the scratches here and there, those are the only witnesses. Yes, although mute.

It looks like the two are standing on each other's back, and looking for ways to relieve sobs that increasingly feel crowded. It all started when Nisma deleted instagr*m Bunga's account without her knowledge. Of course the flower immediately rose apitam. Because it is not just instagr*am for a showdown venue but Zaim Alfarezi's biggest fanbase in Indonesia.

But behind the great quarrel of the brothers, there is something that distracts. Something it is the wallpaper that adorns the bedroom Flowers and the photos are framed and neatly laid out here and there. Not the usual floral wallpaper chosen by most girls is not family photos or yourself but wallpaper and photos hidden crazy rich Jaksel!

"Pak Bastian already knows if you are the admin of the fanbase. He also knows that you know them" said Nisma, rubbing her tears. "You won't brenti if the account still exists. So Brother had to apus."

"Jaudah, how else. It was deleted."

"So, I panic when Mr. Bastian says you can go to jail because you already scooped up his fans Zaim through the same photos of his videos. Then Mr. Bastian also already know if you pretend to be Adelweiss for nyelakain Nia."

The flower breathed. "What the hell doesn't he know. Also called police. I don't want to talk about it. Brother is out loud."

"Sister belom is done talking."

The flower breathed back. "Otherwise?"

"So will not resign as Zaim's secretary. Then we go back to Bandung."

"Lebay really just because of a trivial problem until you have to go back to Bandung!"

"Zaim knows about the fanbase and about you. Mr. Bastian promised to shut up on condition we get out of Ja–"

"No! Anyway I don't want to go back to Bandung! I don't want to live in the same house as Mamah's killer! Crazy brother huh huh! Or you want me to go crazy!"

Nisma did not answer, busy withholding his back-provoked stuffing. I don't know what happened to the family. But one thing is for sure, they should go home instead of fighting with a definite result. Lose mouth! The nisma that was no longer able to hold back her sobbing passed, but Bunga immediately held back the steps of the brother who was in a hurry.

"Yaudah okay. We're home."

Spontaneous Nisma squatting hugging Flower. "We're going to stay a while in-"

PRANGS

BRACKET

DUG

"Return. Where can I go home dinggalin he's a nice vacation with Zaim. As if I had to do something that could make the heart plong first dong," muttered Bunga while throwing a picture frame that he had just used to hit the head of the brother.