MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
A KADO?

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Zaim breathed out somehow for how many times. Since last night or more precisely since the meeting of Nia and Hakam at the police station, Nia's mobile number suddenly could not be reached. Zaim knew Nia had accidentally turned off her phone, because her grandfather had told her all about talking to Nia. It is natural that Nia is offended because Zaim also knows that his lover is not at all glared with other people's money. 

"Can I help you, sir?" Nisma, Zaim's secretary hurriedly moved when she discovered the sudden appearance of her superior.

"What time of evaluation?"

"At half-hour five, sir."

"Please step back an hour, yes" Zaim replied.

"Good, sir." Nisma started taking notes. "Any more, sir?"

"But immediately cancel the meeting at three o'clock I belom dateng."

"Good, sir."

"Thanks, Nis." Zaim.

Nisma escorted Zaim's departure while making a terrible thought in his heart. Surely Zaim was about to meet his girlfriend who was still the stinking child. And yes, indeed, Zaim was indeed about to meet the lover in his residence. But there was no one in the house number eight. It is natural that there are no Nia and Ikbal because their hours home from school have not yet arrived, but there should be Ushi who always take a work holiday on Saturday.

"Danger if Ushi follow the crab as well." Zaim reached into his phone, intending to call Ushi.

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Zaim relentlessly sighed, his face looked extremely irritated! If this was the case, the only way to meet Nia would be to follow her to school. But even so Zaim did not want to make a furore. The furore of the news about Nia being led to the police station with an om-om alone has not subsided a little. Zaim decided to wait around SMAN Lantern World, precisely under the cherry tree.

And finally, Zaim's waiting time was over. The school bell rang, accompanied by the sound of its gate lacking oil. One by one disciples in blue gray uniforms began to appear from behind the giant lantern-carved gate. Some of them are on foot, while others ride motorcycles, such as Zaim. Zaim remained focused on seeing one by one the female students from behind the helmet, despite knowing she was being a byword.

"Who the hell?" A female student nudged her friend.

"It's definitely not my guy."

"His girlfriend cuddled up, huh?"

"The truth is yes."

"The bike's not the helmet's not the guy's bad cool."

"Pake a good helmet."

"What's the zone so wear a helmet?"

Unlike the odd girls who do not know who the man behind the helmet and motorcycle cool, Nia, who is currently peering from the sidelines of the wall musala knows very well who the man with the bike that tires as big as the truck. Ikbal who joined Nia in the suspicious action asked why Nia did not meet Zaim and instead asked him to take her to the Vina residence.

" … Friend of your anjir. Old too. If you fight, it is true that is not even gini-rich talk. I want to go back."

"Oke sono back. But fitting your nyampe home, instagr*m you must be rame." Nia grinned. "Soyal photos of your kisses the same ta* walk I post."

"Anjir," Ikbal muttered as he returned to his peeking position. "What the hell are you doing with Brother Zaim hah?"

"It's not the same as him but the same as him."

"I mean Mr Hakam? What the hell is he talking about?"

Nia was silent for a moment. "He said I was dating Zaim just because he wanted to buy skincare, hp same bag of billions."

"Angyr. Keep answering what? Must be a fool, right, you? Or even diem? You should have answered your adopted grandson, the former King of Malaysia! Bego is so you!"

Nia was silent again, but slowly turned to look at Ikbal. "Lu likes Vina, right?"

"Don't connect you anjir."

"The first new gate wriggles you that angry. I know you're angry now. But his anger is different. If the same Vina tuh more to angry ya–"

"Do you want me anther? Cepet to the parking lot. We go through behind 'em, '" Ikbal sidelines as he passes.

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And Nia and Ikbal arrived at the residence of Vina. Since the incident was chased by the Full Man aka Heri around the famous haunted complex, Vina fell ill. Vina was not allowed to enter school until her physical and especially mental condition back gesrek. Since that incident Vina has become a little quiet. That's vivid. Heri had already lost her mind. His mouth was completely trash, even his temperament and the contents of his head!

"He's got your nelson?" Nia hands the helmet to Ikbal.

"Who? Brother Zaim?"

"Yes."

"Hp lowbat cave."

"Gue was sure he was going to my house. You said you didn't know."

"He'em."

"He'em." Ikbal turned on the motor.

And exactly what Nia was guessing. By the time Ikbal arrived, Zaim was already waiting in front of his residence. As ordered by Nia, Ikbal said he did not know the existence of Nia. Ikbal also added that Nia was not at Vina's house because she had just returned from there. Zaim nodded in understanding, then changed to ask Ushi. It turned out that Ushi flew to Malaysia early in the morning because of urgent business.

"That's it."

Ikbal nodded in response to Zaim. "Of the same marahan Nia huh, sister?"

"Where can we call Marahan if you are angry with only one person?" Zaim was wearing his helmet.

"necessarily too. Don't go in first, brother?"

"I have another brief meeting" said Zaim.

"That's. Btw is cool with the bike."

"You?"

"Let's do. But less greget naekinnya if not buy it yourself." Ikbal laughs.

"That's a new guy."

Ikbal laughed again.

"Kalo Nia has returned please tell the phone to activate, yes" added Zaim.

"Ready, Brother. Ati-ati, Brother."

Zaim responded only to Ikbal with a horn, then immediately stuck the gas towards the exit of the complex. Ikbal was still standing in front of his house, still looking towards where Zaim had just gone. Ikbal intends to wait for a while, worried in case Zaim returns. But Ikbal steadfastly stuck the gas in the opposite direction to Zaim to pick up Nia after waiting for thirty minutes.

And finally the childish play was connected. Yeah, connect, not finish. Zaim did not really come home. Where maybe Zaim would prefer a boring meeting rather than restore the mood of the lover who collapsed. When Ikbal and Nia arrive home, as usual Ikbal will immediately troublemaker in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Nia, locked herself in the room until night to avoid the turmoil.

CLAMPS

"Anjir." Nia jumped, shortly after finding Zaim who had just come out of his bathroom.

"That's a startled expression, right? Not a curse to me?" Zaim took off his jacket. "I don't accept being scolded for no reason."

"We talked outside."

"By what? Is there anything we need to talk about?"

Nia paused her intention to turn right, then return to face Zaim. "There's."

"Oh yeah? What's?"

"I want pu–"

"I've only slept two hours since I came back from Malaysia, don't say anything. Rich would break up for example." Zaim took off his shirt. "When I'm sleep-deprived, I like to get out of control."

"But I want to break up." Nia put her bag under the study table. "I don't like you. You too right? I'm okay, though. I'm sure you're macarin I'm just for joining. You want to think how many times you may not like me la–"

Nia's words paused, for Zaim suddenly kissed her shoulder. Spontaneous Nia turned around.

"Is that crazy, huh?"

"Can't you?" Zaim asked back.

"Can't. Can-can na–"

"Not the neck, not the lips."

Nia fell silent. No, not because Zaim's voice is getting sexier in the middle of whispering but because Zaim's gaze is not moving from there. Right, from there, from his lips.

"That's why you're passing, huh? I belom give you another gift," added Zaim.

"Don't ma–"

"But I can give you the card now."

"No need. I'm ga–"

Nia's words again paused, but for the latter. For Zaim will no longer be able to pause Nia's words. Zaim's lips are busy. No, rather very busy. Nia should have trusted Zaim when Zaim said he could get out of control when he was sleep deprived, so that a passionate kiss would not happen. But what to say. The promise has been denied, and the favor, has crept.

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