MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
WILD THOUGHTS

"Huh."

Nia was unceasingly sighing, annoyed at the difficulty of sleeping. Tomorrow there is a repeat of English. As usual Nia had to go to school early in order to pick up something from the class that had already faced a repeat. Or poke, make cheats on both thighs! But the main reason Nia had trouble sleeping was not that but continued to be reminded of the Zaim and Denar fighting incidents.

"Help Zaim's hand was bathed in the belly, huh? Definitely belom. I checked that it just went to sleep."

Nia got out of bed, grabbed her hair tie on the table, and rushed to Zaim's room. But there was no answer from Zaim, no matter though Nia was not tired of forming the door of his room. Nia also intends to break through. But of course the bedroom of a Zaim Alfarezi will not be left open. Luckily there was Bi Nur, the Chief Servant of Zaim residence, who helped Nia who almost realized her crazy idea.

"Thank you, Bi."

"Together, Non. If I'm sorry."

Nia simply smiled in response to Bi Nur passing by, and hurriedly walked into Zaim's room. Zaim was sleeping in his chair, with a pen and documents still in his grasp. It turns out that Zaim's injured hand after taking Denar has not been treated. Not only that, Zaim's room was a mess. Somehow seeing it all made Nia grieve, even slowly, making the corners of her eyes hot.

"What the hell am I," muttered Nia while turning her back on Zaim. "Mending I clean his room. Uh, what's his hand medicine first? What makes you eat first? Duh, what was it? Clean up the room first."

Carefully Nia cleaned Zaim's room. Then after making Zaim food. Nia returned to Zaim's room with a tray of food, vitamins that Zaim used to take daily, as well as medicine for abrasions. While treating Zaim's hand, Nia recalled Bi Nur's story when she had accompanied him to make food. Over the past three years, Zaim's sleeping hours have become increasingly chaotic. So said Bi Nur.

"Three years, means since you know me. Sorry yeah. The power is that there are only problems in our relationship," Nia's mind as she moves on. "Good night, honey."

Nia went back to her room. And not long after, Zaim woke up. Zaim was shocked to see the condition of his room and especially himself. Zaim almost went berserk at the brash person who had entered his room secretly. But a serving of seafood fried rice decorated with cucumber formed the heart that makes Zaim immediately smile. Zaim also confirmed his guess through cctv monitoring hidden in his room.

Seen from the observation of the hidden cctv, the brash person who entered Zaim's room was indeed Nia. Zaim turns to check the hidden cctv in Nia's room even until the entire cctv is hidden in her residence. Zaim enjoyed the guard activities while eating a serving of seafood fried rice made by the lover. However, Zaim's slow hand motion came to a halt in his kitchen's hidden cctv.

 " … Bu Nur's cuisine is very tasty," said one of the waiters who was eating seafood goreang rice.

The other waiter nodded his head, "It can be so good. Though the power is just a simple spice."

The last waiter clicked, "Bu Nur kan a master of gourmet practice. It's natural that the cooking is good. Women are obliged to cook well."

"But the power is not mandatory for the candidate Nyoya Alfarezi."

"Yes, yes, too. But you agree that Yesenia Eve will be our mistress?"

"I'm not at all. He was a little kid about it. It is very clear to be the same as Bu Ushi. What a little fainting. That's actually fainting what's caper anyway?"

"The rich caper. I was lucky to be Yesenia Eve. Where is the wealth of Mr. Zaim love so much again."

"His love is male to female that can not be anything but will not last long."

"agree-agree. Women should be used to clean the house just as they can cook. Yes walopun do not have to be able to cook as good as the cuisine Bu Nur gi–"

"His humour?"

Spontaneous the three maids turned to Nur who suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"You forget that in this house there are many hidden cctv," Nur added. "And Mr. Zaim never miss cctv every day. And it's not impossible now Mr. Zaim is cheating cctv in this kitchen."

"Sorry, Mom. We're wrong."

"Please don't go to Mr. Zaim, ma'am. We still want to work here."

"Yes, Mom. Please, Mom. We won't repeat. We promise."

Nur did not answer. It only passed after sighing harshly.

"Mr Nur, tu–"

"Pett on the back to the room," interrupted Nur on one of the three maids. "Oh yes. The cuisine you praise is not my own but Non Nia's. Keep one more. Non Nia is just a little old. Not nature. Clear?"

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Nia and Vina were laughing watching something through their cell phones. Something that is none other than the viral video of Zaim showing off two minutes of his brutal action when he beat Denar Djajadi, Head of SMAN Andalan Teladan School. It was unexpected that Vina also agreed if the sexiness of hidden crazy rich Jaksel was increasing while being struggling. Indeed, really a friend sehati sesanubari!

" … Kasian is the same Mr. Denar. But my original salfok same sexiness ayang Zaim." Vina laughs.

Nia laughed. "Gue thinks I'm the only one who's salfok."

Nia laughed again. "Wikwik including gelut also tuh. Means the sex fix will spill even not help."

"Grain your mouth I like, His."

Two friends sehati sesanubari was increasingly unable to stop his laughter, even his wild thoughts. But when one of the train officers reprimanded Nia and Vina, their laughter stopped. But of course it only stops when the affirmation process takes place. Because when the train attendant's back was gone from behind the carriage door, the laughter and wild thoughts of Nia and Vina were increasingly unhelpful, just like Zaim's sexiness.

"Nginep at Zaim yuk's house, Vin? Tomorrow is Sunday. We swim. Keep saying today Om Edo to Jakarta. So there's gonna be a dinner party."

"You made a vow, yes. But what is the power of today's dedek told to go shopping."

"What shopping?"

Vina fixed her sitting position. "Emang I belom yes story about my bokap who want to open photocopying services?"

Nia shakes. "Will a lawyer not a case nanganin even want a paper?"

"No client wants to give his case to my very, very straight bokap. That's why his famous lawyer wants him to tuker the same copier."

Spontaneous Nia laughing. "Oh, Vina, seriously little dong."

"Yes seriously. So for the last two years, I've been lonely. That's because I just want to hire real clients. Try if I think I'm bad clients too. Surely every day we will not eat oseng oncom mele."

Nia almost laughed again, but was hurriedly detained because she saw the look on Vina's face that was starting to moody.

"Over this time my family has actually survived the income of nyokap," added Vina. "Luckily, the guy can't be fooled. But still every day we eat oseng oncom."

Nia cleared her throat, "Gue has an idea."

Vina just looked desperately at Nia.

"Why would you be Zaim's secretary? Coincidentally until now Zaim belom dapet sekertaris. Ples, I'm really glad to see him every day doing that much work alone. Bokap you are a law graduate. So not only can be a secretary but also a corporate legal advisor. Is that not it?"

Vina got excited from the back of her seat. "Yes-yes. Geez finally, there is a chance to end the days of oseng oncom. Uh, but the ballom certainly bokap I'm accepted."

"It must have been accepted as long as it was qualified and I asked."

"necessarily too. Duh, Nya, I love you full." Vina hugged Nia. "Judah, I used to call me."

The sound of Vina's father, Suseno Santoso, or more familiarly called Om Santos, was also joyful. Just natural. Indeed, who would not be excited if he could work under the power of a Zaim Alfarezi? Let alone the high position of a secretary or corporate legal advisor, just collecting dry leaves in the garden area of Zaim luxury residence can be paid up to tens of millions in a month!

" … Mau, Nya, said my bokap. Yeudah cus to Zaim's house."

Nia simply nodded in response to Vina, joining in in excitement. They went to Zaim's house. But upon arrival there, the two did not expect to be greeted with a fight like a scene in a flying fish soap opera! Ushi is seen fighting with a mysterious woman. After eavesdropping for a long time, then the identity of the mysterious red-haired phantom woman. Right, Edo's girlfriend.

" … Yes, I followed you from home to here. So why? You scared?"

Edo sighed in response to the lover, Saskia. "Fear what? By the way what the hell are you ma–"

"I told you. I don't like you going back and forth between Semarang Jakarta just to take care of your best friend's problem," sidelines Saskia. "Friend to my friend. But not that time either."

"Who's in office, sorry?"

Spontaneous Saskia turned to Ushi, and Edo, and all the spectators in the front seat were Nia, Vina, Ikbal, Bi Nur, Pak Ucil and the servants of Zaim.

"I'm not Edo's best friend but his love of death" Ushi added. "Didn't tell me a story? Edo likes me from Junior High. But because I already have a boyfriend, Edo backed out. Edo started changing girlfriends so he could move on from me. Do not realize if it also includes a tool to move on? Cassian."

Saskia looked surprised at once furious. Unlike Edo who misbehaved as if caught red-handed.

Edo cleared his throat, "Shi, please don't talk to the macems if you can't take responsibility."

"Misache. What do you want me to take responsibility for? So your girlfriend? So your fiancee? What is the mother of your children, huh? Cepet answer."

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