MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
WRONG FISHING

"Nothing, Mom."

"Nyari's wearing eyes, Bal. Not using your slippery mouth rich in eels," replied Ushi while flipping the sheet of fashion magazine he was reading.

"But seriously nothing, ma'am. I rarely wear that hoodie. So there's no way I'm moving. Duh, where do I have a promise with flowers at seven more."

"Nothing under." Ushi back flipping magazine sheet.

"Mother!"

"What the hell is dih? Just ngagetin." Ushi glared at Ikbal who suddenly appeared before him. "Well, if you're looking for anything. I put on your eyelashes." Ushi.

CLAMPS

"Oh, no." Nia closed the door of her room slowly. "Hoodienya the Ikbal is the same Duplicate L.K."

*FLASHBACK ON*

Nia was busy cleaning Zaim's shirt, until she didn't realize that an hour had passed. Crazy one! Letting guests wait for an hour without first being invited to sit, drink, and even get a change of clothes? As soon as Nia regained consciousness, she came straight out of the room, and still found Zaim standing with his sexual aura spilling over. Nia ran into Ikbal's room, scrambling the contents of his closet to find the right clothes for his guests who missed sexy. Be able. But unfortunately the fitting clothes are Ikbal's favorite clothes that only worn on valentin day.

"Sister, put this on."

Zaim immediately wore a hoodie belonging to Ikbal. "Over time you saw my torn bread."

Nia cleared her throat, "What do you want to drink, sister?"

"How do you tell me to sit down first?"

"Oh yes really. Sit, brother, sit." Nia sat down. "So what's the drink, brother?"

*FLASHBACK OFF*

Nia pulled her head. "Campus. How could I forget me? Phone call phone call." Nia hastily made a phone call with Zaim. "Eh? Why not lift? Where the hell is this guy? Suspicious malem week not lifting te–"

CLAMPS

"Jigong peuyeum, your guy's ranting."

Nia jumped. "Ketok anjir first if you want to enter people's room."

"This one can be called a people's room?" Ikbal looked at Nia's bedroom which, yes, was very messy.

"Lu don't know if the rooms of successful people are all rich gini? Move aside."

"Basic is shameless."

Nia simply stuck out her tongue in response to Ikbal, and rushed down to the first floor. Zaim is talking to Ushi. I don't know what Zaim brought, which must be the living room table looked crowded with plastic food of various colors. Ushi immediately moved when he saw the arrival of Nia, saying to make drinks while transporting one by one plastic containing food subscription of the sultans.

"Hi."

Nia simply waved her hand in response to Zaim.

"I want a farewell."

"Where are you going?" Nia sat beside Zaim.

"To Malaysia. Bastian crash fitting again duty. He's a lot of blood, and he's still critical because of the belly of the donor."

"Bastian? I've heard that name but where?" Ushi put a glass of cold water on the table.

"Thank you, Tan. The cop who came to my school at the time, who let me know about the Full Man incident."

"Oh yeah-yes really." Ushi is back transporting plastic. "A car, motorcycle accident, or what, Za?"

"Shoot, Mom."

"Yes my. Who shot him? It's crazy that people play get shot."

"The culprit is still being hunted by the police" Zaim replied to Ushi.

"So Mr. Bastian needs what blood donation?"

"O negative, Mom."

"That's hard. All I know is O negative can only accept donors from O negative as well."

"I'm O negative" said Nia.

Spontaneous Zaim and Ushi turned to Nia.

Zaim, Nia and Ushi turned to look at Ikbal who had just descended to the first floor.

"Mommy used to donate blood the same way I used to at college where I forgot. It was a long time ago. I also forgot to hide. What I want is that, Mother O's blood type is negative" Ikbal added.

"The late father was also O negative. She said Mother too. But Mom once told me that her blood type was AB. How can we be the same, Tan? May I be Aunt's son?" Nia recited her last sentence with a soap opera-typical tone.

"A lot of interest are you a cave sodara? The cave is horrified. Aib lu anjir mostly. Brother Zaim already knows the disgrace of him the most gi–"

Ikbal's words hang tickle Zaim's curiosity, as Nia is suddenly pounced on Ikbal. Lucky Ikbal swiftly dodged, otherwise, his entire body would be filled with traces of potentially large pinch making the lover misunderstand. The two teenage boys did not know, if what Nia had just said was a mistake. Yes, even if only the doctors and very few people can realize it.

Although O negative is a rare blood type, Nia's mother's blood type should not be AB. But if that is the case, it means that Nia is not the biological child of the woman whom she calls the mother. Nia's mother's blood type must be A, or B. Or vice versa, if it is true that Nia's mother and father are AB and O negative, then Nia must be blood type A, or B. I don't know which one is right, which is obvious Ushi is starting to feel restless.

Ushi suddenly moved. "I'll be in the room for a second, Za."

Zaim is on the move. "Please but can I ask permission to take Nia to Malaysia?"

"Huh? Oh, want a donor. Take aja. Mr. Bastian also helped Nia. But ask her son what he wants."

"Yes, Mom."

"Jaudah sa–"

"Bu Ushi" Zaim said.

"Yes?"

"I have a surprise for Mom. If for example, later Mom likes the surprise, I can nyicil ya?"

"Nyeah?"

Zaim nodded in response to Ushi. "Nyicil nagged Nia."

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"You again?"

Nia shook her head, without stopping the busyness of her mouth that was chewing, even her hands that had been chopping kwetiaw.

"Slow down" Zaim added.

"I want a blood donor. I have to eat a lot to not get lemes."

"Yes, but slow down."

Nia asked Zaim to come closer, then whispered, "I won't be sprained, dear."

"I'm sensitive."

"Huh?"

"My ears are sensitive."

Nia put down her chopsticks, then suddenly touched both of Zaim's ears. "So you're sensitive here. Where else? In here?" Nia touched Zaim's neck. "Here?" Nia turned to touch Zaim's chest. "Or here?" Nia stopped her fiery touch in Zaim's hard belly!

Zaim did not respond, only covering his reddened face. The test for love with a teenager whose sensitivity is very very very blunt turned out to be that heavy. Luckily Zaim is not a member of the millennial generation who mostly misplays. Not a proposal or ijab kabul first but even unboxing. It's screwed! Al Hakam, Zaim's grandfather, succeeded in making him a real man. Yes, a real man. A real man will choose to fight desperately with his courage rather than recklessly release it without the blessing of God.

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm, this is my first time donating blood anyway so I'm not sure."

"I'm here." Zaim kissed the back of Nia's hand.

A nurse cleared her throat, "I started yes, Ma'am. Just relax."

Nia followed the direction of the sister, and the donation process went smoothly. Bastian who got a suitable donor finally made it through the critical period. However, doctors have not allowed the family to visit Bastian. Zaim and Nia can only see Bastian from the window. Bastian looks really sick. Just natural. Bastian was shot in the chest, which is only a little bit from his heart. Zaim and Nia compact ended his activities to look at Bastian. The two sat in a waiting chair in front of Bastian's room.

"Eating the same shopping first huh just go home? Says you want to buy me a new hoodie for Ikbal just wrap a chicken for Vina?"

"Yes. But time to go home? Not to the hotel?" Nia looked at Zaim.

Zaim looked over. "You're on the plane, why am I still fishing, huh?" Zaim shifted his seat closer to Nia. "Wait 20 years old that's a long time, honey."

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"So you want to brenti lured me or, are we checking in the hotel right now?" zaim.

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