MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
THERE'S SOMETHING ODD

"My HP is broken anyway?"

Nia overturned her phone, looked at it closely, even installed and removed her phone case repeatedly while asking the same question inwardly. How not? Nia is not a selebgram, but not inferior to them. Every photo, video, or anything that Nia uploads on her Instagram* account always gets likes and comments from thousands of people. Moreover, Nia selfie photos that never failed, even often given likes and comments on the owner of blue-touched accounts from various circles.

But what the fuck? The selfie photo that Nia uploaded as a story before leaving for school, did not get a single like or comment even though it had been seen by more than eight hundred people? It doesn't make sense, does it? So it is only natural that Nia is currently confused. Restart and upgrade solutions are not working. Nia had already done it more than ten times, but the result was the same, her instagr*m remained quiet! Nia thinks it might be because she rarely goes online on instagr*m, or posts very little of her activity. But does it have an effect?

"Okay fix, buy new hp."

Nia giggled, not suspicious at all if the culprit of her confusion all morning was her own lover. Why bother with such a small thing? If indeed Nia's phone is damaged, just show her a black card and in an instant she can hold a new phone. Nia again giggled, and again made strange pictures on the window glass Goc*r. Though what actually happened, the selfie photo that Nia uploaded did get likes and comments from thousands of people to make Zaim attacked by an impromptu migraine!

"Damn a lot," murmured Zaim.

Sure oes. Indeed, who will not give like and will be able to not comment on selfies as beautiful as that? Zaim was annoyed to see the heart sticker that kept flying in the bottom left corner. It was really disturbing as it continued to gush like a volcanic eruption. Zaim restricts Nia followers from being able to like and comment on anything Nia posts on her instagr*m account. They thought like their comments came to Nia, but in fact, it would never be forever!

"Damn." Zaim still muttered.

"Yes? Mr Zaim?"

Spontaneous Zaim turned his head to the origin of the sound, and in the other direction. That's the meeting room. Important meeting. The ten managers that Zaim believes to manage his ten tourist spots are reporting monthly income, and what is Zaim doing instead? Zaim pocketed his phone, then lowered his head, laughing softly. It seems nice to lead a meeting by holding back jealousy. The people who attended the meeting thought Zaim would ask for a repeat, but Zaim unexpectedly did not need that and even had a solution wrapped in words.

Zaim cleared his throat, "What did you say just now? We have to increase the ticket price because the facilities in our tourist attractions are too luxurious?"

"Really, Sir. Ja–"

"Keep even so quiet, you are ready to transfer me 2.3 billion every year?"

The manager of the West Jakarta branch of tourism was shocked. "That's just advice, sir. I don't think it's worth the ticket price and the facilities we have available to visitors."

"How many tourist attractions have the same concept as us?" ask Zaim again.

"Y-yes?"

"Fifty. But why do our tourist attractions keep rame even though it is weekend? Because it's cheap but it's fancy." Zaim turned his chair. "How many total visitors in tourist attractions that have the same concept we have on Monday?"

The North Jakarta branch manager replied hesitantly, "One hundred and seventy, sir."

"Too at our tourist spot?"

No one spoke, though thirty seconds had passed.

"Six hundred and ninety-nine" Zaim added. "And you want to increase the price of tickets with the consequence of declining the number of visitors? I acc if you are ready to transfer me 2.3 billion every year. Sit." Sit."

"good. Thank you, Mr. Zaim." The West Jakarta branch manager bowed repeatedly to Zaim before returning to his seat.

"Please report next."

North Jakarta branch manager hesitated to obey Zaim's orders.

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CLAMPS

Bastian was already in Zaim's room when Zaim returned from the meeting. There was also Zaim's secretary there, Nisma, who was preparing Zaim's lunch. Zaim and Bastian ate lunch together without a word. The mood of both of them was not bad, which was why there was only the sound of crackers and cucumbers throughout the short lunch. Until the call from Hendri came.

"Hm?" Zaim put his phone on the table after the speaker diloud.

"You're with Ms. Davina to fly to Minnesota at two this afternoon."

Hendri's voice sounded very loud. "They said they wanted netep while there."

"Don't let me not make the cave dizzy."

Hendri again cleared his throat, "They will return if Love has healed."

"Emang can se–"

"Keep kalo Kasih lahiran how? Are we going there?" sela Bastian on Zaim.

"Belom has a discussion about that, Bas."

"Yaudah cave otw airport bertar again," replied Bastian.

"Gua send greetings. There's still a meeting."

"Pak Hakam also has a meeting, Za. But delayed. Said Mr if your tourist attractions do not want to be acquired with him, otw now." Hendri disconnected the phone.

Zaim seemed annoyed, but for whatever sake Al Hakam never threatened. It's good to acquire a tourist place that is on the rise! Zaim follows Bastian to the airport. Zaim and Bastian were immediately greeted by the sight of haru when they arrived there. Yes, Kasih is crying bitterly, so are her parents. The love said goodbye to one by one who drove him, starting from his father, Anto.

"I'm sorry, Sih. Papah can't get you. Papah should be here. Work so you can find everything you need there until you're healed."

Love just nodded in response to Anto. Then he approached Hakam.

"Grandpa will be there every week." Hakam tied his little finger to the little finger of Love.

"I wait," said Kasih as he turned to approach Hendri.

"Cepet healed and happy spit again yes, yes."

Love just smiled at Hendri, then towards Bastian.

"I don't know what to say. It's so impromptu." Bastian sighed as he rubbed the head of Love. "You're definitely cured."

"Thank you, Bas."

Kasih glanced at Zaim, stepping hesitantly towards the man in all-black suit who had been reluctant to look at him.

"I'm saying yes."

Zaim.

"I'm sorry I've been bothering you all this time. You can hate me, Za. I pantes dapetin it." Love was silent for a moment, her pill cry escaped again despite being held desperately. "I'm saying yes. Take care of your health, Za."

Zaim was still silent, but slowly, his gaze began to be fixed on Love, on his frail back. After a long sigh, Zaim also called out the name of Kasih. Love immediately turned his head, and without hesitation hugged Zaim.

"If one day you feel alone, believe that Zain will always be your side. Also us through our pray*." Zaim took off his embrace, then looked at Kasih. "So you have to heal, and make Zain a father."

*If one day you feel alone, believe me that Zain will always be by your side. We also go through our prayers.

"He will's. He will be home dad. I promise."

*He will be a father. I-i promise.

Zaim smiled as he returned the embrace of Love.