MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
27 STYLE

Vina still waved her hand towards Zaim's car even though the rear brake lights of the car were even faintly visible. Indeed, Vina was happy to see the togetherness of her friend and Zaim. Eventually more people who love Nia with no frills besides Vina, Ushi and Ikbal. Vina was drowning in that happiness, without caring about what awaited her back there.

True, a group of people of various types and ages who had watched the rampaging Love in one of the branches of the liquor store owned by Zaim Alfarezi which was inaugurated twelve days ago, now no longer directs his attention to the camera of his phone at the outlet of the fanta red-painted drink but on Vina, and at the intersection of the red light where the car Zaim is currently stopping.

"That was the big boy, wasn't it? Couldn't she be the girl in the photo with Zaim Alfarezi?"

"The power is yes. His body is just as rich in photos. That's small. The color of the skin is the same. The hair model is too."

"Fix is that. Well, did not expect it turned out to taste Zaim Alfarezi the child who died. World Lantern Child is not the Mama anyway?"

"Where, Ma'am? Actually did not meet the Mother who was the girl whose photo spread in medsos?"

While Vina was depressed in the crowd asked from the men kepo, Nia was no less depressed than him. How not? Nia's online girlfriend, Duplicate L.K, no, Zaim Alfarezi, suddenly forcefully put her in the car and just left. And now, Nia is reciting a prayer of protection many times because the boyfriend who drives his car above the speed of 250 km/h. Crazy one!

And even more crazy, now the car without sound is driving into the main lobby of a six-star hotel. What the fuck? I wanted Nia to say that word, but time seemed to go too fast. Until without Nia realizing it, she was already in a super luxurious hotel room. This is really the first time Nia has been inside a hotel room with a man other than Ikbal and her late father.

"Sit down."

Nia did not reply, only reflexively obeying Zaim's order to sit on the sofa he pointed.

"Open," Zaim added.

"Huh? I-i mean?"

"Open."

Nia swallowed her saliva before replying to Zaim, "M-meaning b-open a–"

"Your shoes. Change hotel sandals. Let you be comfortable. There's a lot I want to say to you."

"Oh, sandals." Nia smiled forcefully. "Oh yeah-yeah okay, brother, okay."

"Keep I want to be sag."

Spontaneous Nia undoes her intention to move on. Nia was confused as to what to answer, because she thought, Zaim had just said something very ambiguous. Is that a pure statement? Or, on the contrary, an offer? And should Nia wait quietly on that very soft sofa? Or, just go soak?

"No, my emotions will not go away. About 15 minutes. Can you wait, right?"

Nia nodded in response to Zaim. And when Zaim was confirmed to enter the bathroom, Nia immediately ran the alley to the exit of the room decorated with luxury chandeliers. But damn, the six-star hotel room key was very much different from the hotel room key that Nia knew. Can't get through the door, so that means Nia has to go through the window. But again, damn. The hotel room is on the twenty floor!

"Anjir," muttered Nia while looking at the height.

"That's an expression of admiration, or?"

Spontaneous Nia turned around, and found that the soaked Zaim was already right behind her even though it had not even been sixty seconds!

"Or?" ask Zaim again.

Nia smiled forcefully. "Amused dong, Brother. Good view ba–"

"I'm not your brother. But girlfriend. Clear?"

"Clear," said Nia finally, after managing to take her eyes off Zaim's short bathing suit.

"I'm serious about marrying you, but then you'll be 20. Clear?"

Nia glared, and reflexively threw away her face as Zaim got closer.

"Clear?" ask Zaim again.

"Clear."

"And starting today, we're going out in 27-year style. Clear?"

"G-style d-two p-ten t-seven t-taun?"

Zaim nodded. "Clear?"

Nia nodded doubtfully. "C-example d-before."

Zaim looked at Nia, and vice versa, Nia. It was a dangerous request if the 27-year-old courtship style present in Zaim's shadow was the same as the one in Nia's shadow. But of course, it is very different and very dangerous. Slowly, Zaim grabbed a hand of Nia who had been gripping the window. Zaim then kissed the back of Nia's hand while occasionally landing a small bite there.

"Clear?" Zaim repeated his question, for the third time.

"Clear but hands."

"Kenin?"

"Yes, mmm, I can." Nia cleared her throat.

"Pips?"

Nia cleared her throat again, "Mmm okay. Can."

Nia glares. "No."

"Neck?"

"Is that crazy?"

"Da–"

"Stop." Spontaneous Nia smothering Zaim's mouth.

"OKAY. Clear." Zaim smiled as he alternated between the palms of Nia. "Now about Love, my brother-in-law."

Nia was back, "I." Nia was ceaselessly beating, "I mean, I already know quite a lot about it."

"Something you don't know." Zaim breathed. "I was told to change Zain to marry Kasih but I refused. So until Kasih's son was born, I was told to play a temporary role as Zain. Abis Kasih will be sent for treatment abroad, and his son agreed to take care of two families."

Nia did not respond.

"Why? Is anything wrong?"

"I'm a mole," replied Nia.

Spontaneous Zaim laughing. "The color I already told you, can you cut it, right?"

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Bastian sighed while getting annoyed. It was the sixth time Bastian had looked for a new seat. If continued, it feels like Bastian will occupy every seat in the cafe that is famous for its lemon meringue pie. Everything is because Zaim, more detailed because Bastian is making a video call with Zaim who is currently exercising by wearing only shorts.

Bastian could hear the restrained screams as well as the erotic whispers of other cafe visitors who were the average woman very clearly. So, why didn't Bastian turn that video call into a phone call? So that he does not have to bother going around the cafe to find a new seat. And above all, so that there would be no gap for that bunch of lonely women to peek at the half-naked Zaim!

Bastian put his phone in his ear. " ... The cave catangkep his father Ushi Widhiani pas again ngintai at the station. Keep there's your guy suddenly nongol nolongin cave."

"Name's Jani. Former military police officer. But the files were erased from the union."

Bastian was silent, patiently waiting for the next explanation from Zaim who was heard half dead lifting the barbell.

"His command mocked him. And that very second, he shot his commanding officer, twenty times" Zaim said.

"But how can he be free?"

"Misache. What cave can't?"

Bastian. "So then why don't you tell him to make fun of Ushi Widhiani's past? He's a pretty well-known private detective here."

"You need money."

Bastian regulated his breathing, starting emotions. "OKAY. So there's two pieces of information that the cave got here. One, it turns out Ushi Widhiani locker has been guarded more than ten years with his father's people. More precisely since Ushi Widhiani divorced from her husband and returned to Indonesia. Two, alamarhum his father Yesenia Eve has been here once."

"But just want to go back to Indonesia, he was suddenly hospitalized for three months because of coma after allegedly being a hit-and-run victim."

"That you already know. What's the cave doing here?"

"Make a duel."

"Huh?"

"Duel's."

Bastian's voice began to rise, the emotions he had been holding back finally escaped. "Duel-duel si–, wait, don't tell me you mean duel with his father Ushi Widhiani."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Lu's crazy? He's a former king, Za."

"Outdated only. Still king is no problem. The money is mostly caves, the power of gedean caves, the influence of cave forces. So don't be afraid. Scrap the duel keep coming back here take care of Kasih."

Bastian sighed. "okay."

"Don't take Jani to the field."

"It's just like the cave to bring."

"Bring Jani doesn't make any difference to a cave."

Bastian sighed again before finally answering, "OK."

"Good luck, Bas." Zaim ended the call.

"Bawa Jani doesn't make any difference to him. That means there's not gonna be any teeth that don't fall out, bones that don't break, and his mind that's not broken." Bastian left the cafe while sighing again.