MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
BONUS TIME

The luxurious car was still unmoved, as if indifferent even though the traffic lights had changed repeatedly. Even so, no rider has the courage to vent his annoyance other than a curse in the heart. Even the policeman who was standing guard at the post, only moved for a moment and sat back down to eat his burjas. The owner of the trillions is not the right person to be a bickering opponent, so the safest option is really just to turn a blind eye.

"The rich like to be eyed." A motorcyclist shook his head and immediately gasped shortly after the traffic lights changed color.

"Who is that?" ask the woman who was riding the biker.

"Who else can make a sudden police cataract other than Zaim Alfarezi?"

"Oh, that handsome one."

"Funny handsome! If our attitude is ugly, we are ugly!"

"But today is what matters first. Try you brenti in the middle of a rich red light Zaim Alfarezi, must be immediately punished by the masses."

The motorcyclist was silent, feeling defeated by the cruelty of fact. Yes, cruel indeed, realizing money and likeness have power over everything. But that's what happened. So what can those who have no money look like other than going with the flow? Zaim Alfarezi has both. Let alone stopping at traffic lights for hours, setting up a tent in the middle of a council meeting even once will not be able to make a Zaim Alfarezi touched by the law.

"Oh, it turns out he wants a wikwik." The motorcyclist was widened while fixing his rearview mirror.

"Kok know?"

"That's. Well, the proof is that he got into karaoke ples-ples."

Spontaneous women who were hugged by the biker looked back, and found the truth of the speech of the bully. Yes, Zaim luxury car does turn into a karaoke place, more precisely karaoke ples-ples. Zaim visited the place once a month to vent his fatigue through rock songs. But until now, despite being a regular customer since the karaoke stand, Zaim has never paid for the services.

"As usual, Mr Zaim?"

"So. Today I want another one" Zaim told the manager of the karaoke venue. "Something that's rarely made?"

"In a moment, sir." The man's manager hurriedly checked the employee's absentee book, precisely the employee's plea-ples. "Eighteen are safe, sir?"

"Cock asked me? Ask him dong. Aman isn't he the same twenty-seven?" Zaim removed one of the black cards from his wallet.

"Father, sir." The manager received the holkay card, gave it to the cashier, and walked half a run up to Zaim to take him to the most expensive room there. "Please, Mr. Zaim."

CLAMPS

The zero-numbered room opened, and instantly the cinnamon fragrance burst forth to welcome Zaim. Seen eighteen-year-old ples-ples girl who ordered Zaim was lying on a bed studded with red rose petals, with the exact same position as Nia's sleeping position that she accidentally saw a few hours ago. Not even just the position, the body without a speck of stain was very similar to Nia. But of course it's not Nia.

Although the girl wore a mask, Zaim knew very well that the look in her eyes did not belong to Nia. The girl stopped her indecent pose, then moved closer to Zaim. His lentic fingers decorated with red Iksks were so good at removing one by one Zaim's clothes. The burly body with a tattoo patterned oni mask was now fully visible. The girl ples-ples looks impatient, even Zaim although not shown blatantly.

"Don't arrest dong. Let me have the friend. Hm?" Fingers of the girl ples-ples finally managed to unzip Zaim pants. "What time are you?"

"What time do you have to be?"

The little girl laughed. "Where do we bet?"

Zaim did not immediately answer, because the fingers of the little girl who had managed to provoke his own. "What order?"

The little girl came back laughing. "I can't get you out of bed, your car can make me."

"You're the opposite?" zaim asked finally, with a breath that began to sound dashed.

"Pake me anytime, anywhere, and without a single dollar."

"Deal."

SREK

Zaim opened his eyes, shortly after hearing the sound of the curtains of his room being rough, even a moment after feeling something wet his nightclothes. Apparently dreams. The dream initiated the infiltration at Ushi's residence this morning. Maddened. It was truly the craziest dream Zaim had gotten since officially bearing the status of a man of puberty. And that which soaks Zaim's underwear, is it not clear that it is water? Right, water. That water. The water from his mind that had passed was murky.

"Udah at seven." Love tied the window curtain. "Said Emily your schedule today. I'm ready for breakfast. Your clothes too. Mr. Ucil is also waiting in front."

Zaim did not respond, instead pulled back the blanket after turning back to Love.

"You've changed, Za." Love is starting to sob.

"What's because of him? Your affair? The maeve? Is his name Maeve?" tanya Kasih's.

"Eve. Ma is slang from my. So Maeve means mi-"

"Excession! You can openly admit that you are cheating! I'm pregnant with your son, Za!"

"out. Brisks."

The cry of Love broke, as well as the luxurious furniture that was around him. In order to satisfy her heartache at the husband who had just confessed to her affair with a woman named Eve, Love threw everything she could hope for in Zaim's bed. Even so Zaim flinching, even almost back to sleep if the sobs of Love did not suddenly stop. Love fell unconscious, lucky the servants who had eavesdropped immediately caught Love.

"Master? Non-Pity not breath, Master." A male servant spontaneously screeched.

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"But the Pithecanthropus Erectus is still a stone even though you have already seen the video sleeping on the washing machine, on the edge of the fish pond, and in the middle of the living room?"

Nia nodded in response to Vina. "Maybe if you told the doctor he just believed time if he had sleepwalking*."

*Sleepwalking or somnabulism is one of the sleep disorders in which a person wakes up and walks while sleeping.

"But this wealth is the worst, yes. He usually wakes up ordinary. It's you say he's waking up shoots, his pal's bumps and his id's nosebleeds right? Is there a jorokin him? You don't think he's flirting."

"Yes, yes, too. If he had been flirting, he had been to the hospital before. Is there a time for the thief? It can't be."

"In the age of the rich now nothing is impossible, Him. Plis is." Vina followed Nia who was sitting in one of the hospital's canteen chairs.

"But Zaim Alfarezi's time with Mr. Bastian?"

"Well, that can't be anjir." Vina. "That's Ikbal?"

"Yes." Yeah." Nia was silent for a moment. "So he said he woke up this morning. Keep fitting him out of the room, he said along with Zaim Alfarezi who came out of my room and Mr. Bastian who came out of the room Aunty. Shouted the Ikbal right, but he said only to scream once because Mr. Bastian kebimpuk he used a flashlight and Zaim Alfarezi to push him to the first floor da–"

Vina is back up, pausing Nia's unfinished story to reach *******. "Udah is not good looking, likes to sleep on the road, the direction is fast as well. I wonder if there are girls who want to be with him."

"But, Vin, he's serious about it."

"That's it, Him. People with a mute pinter must be a pinter ekting too. Kaya already a getoloh football. Ah, don't think about it. Anything that concerns him is not important. Eat it yuk." Vina shifted the menu book on Nia. "Btw your number is buggy what the hell? How come the phone suddenly didn't register? Just make me panic, aunt."

"Look. Though active. Today the wealth is a lot of strange de–, uh, it's not Zaim Alfarezi?" Nia suddenly pointed across from Vina.

Spontaneous Vina turned. "Eh yes really. But what the hell is he doing there? That's not the obstetrician's room?"

The gaze of kepo Vina and Nia instantly moved her steps there. Right, to the gynecologist's room. Although he knew he would not be able to eavesdrop on Zaim Alfarezi and the doctor, kepo still kepo. Vina and Nia pretended to pass in front of the obstetrician's room, and instantly the compact cheered happily upon finding the accuracy of his vision. It was really Zaim Alfarezi, the most handsome and tyrannical man in Indonesia.

"Now I'm sure who texted me that it was Zaim Alfarezi's wife."

"What's? Who's under whose custody?" asked Vina in a half-screaming voice.

"long story. Just so much that I tell you about."

"Okay if that's the story of everything to me today" replied Vina.

"Jude yuk. Don't take Zaim Alfarezi. Especially wife. It could be bad."

"wait around. Whose wife? Zaim Alfarez? He is still single. I've never said. Who married his brother, Zain Elfatih."

"Zain Elfatih?"

Vina nodded. "But he died. The plane crash was two years ago."

...ZAIM ALFAREZI A.K.A DUPLICATE L.K...