MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
EXAMS ACTUALLY

"Why is your face?"

"Your own face why is that?" Zaim threw a question.

Nia sighed. "And I used to be the one."

"You look too tired, dear*."

*You look too tired, honey.

"This abis color I have to tutoring again. Malem will also have to take lessons again. Even the weekend that I can usually put on the bed should I use the fall in the pool." Nia bent her legs, leaning her phone there.

"What's the problem?" Zaim was seen loosening his tie.

"English, mandarin, stir, same swim."

"Trust me that'll help you in the future*."

*Trust me it will help you in the future.

Nia did not answer. But the expression on his face that appeared through the video call was as if saying clearly, talking is easy!

"I think you still need to take one more lesson" added Zaim.

"Not going to." Nia pressed down on every word she had just thrown out.

Zaim laughing. "But seriously this is the lesson that I think is most important among others. Especially for women."

"What's emang?"

"Self" replied Zaim.

"Oh. Yes, Tan–, uh, Mother also plans to teach me to defend myself in place of Ikbal. But belom finds its time. My schedule's been very tight."

"Rather than tutoring in the official place mending les same me aja ..."

Again Nia did not answer, nor did she show a facial expression that could be used as a clue for an answer in silence. Nia's mind was wandering, to the wrong places. Zaim became a tutor? The martial lessons? Isn't that too risky? Imagine Zaim wearing an exposed martial uniform, with sweat pouring out, and breathless breathing. Then imagine that the tutoring was soundproofed, only Zaim and his disciple could enter, and with Zaim's sleep-deprived condition.

" … If the same time I les flexible, guaranteed proficient, and free," added Zaim.

"What can you do for martial arts?"

"Can dong. What martial arts do you want? A taekwondo? The karate? Silat? I can all. Don't believe it, do you? Yaudah check my profile on google."

Yes, Nia did look at Zaim in disbelief. Zaim knew that, therefore only responded to Nia with laughter. Even so Nia wants to prove the truth of Zaim's speech which is most likely just tepe aka stocking charm. He typed in the keyword Profile Zaim Alfarezi in the search field, and instantly appeared more than five hundred results. Nia clicked on the top result, and immediately glared when she found out it was not the real swordsman Ikbal Navarrolah but Zaim.

Unlike Ikbal who only pocketed a black belt in one type of martial arts. Zaim is a black belt in seven types of martial arts. Taekwondo, karate, silat, jiu jitsu, krav maga, muay thai and kung fu. The muscles that adorn Zaim's body look different. It is the mandraguna sacchar muscle, not the muscle from the results of lifting barbell blindly or the results of taking muscle-building vitamins that are not clear origin.

"So you're the athlete who participated in the event that made the name of the nation guerrilla?"

Zaim laughed again. "I don't like being exposed at that time."

"Surely because it's not good looking and belom know skincare."

Zaim was endlessly laughing. "So how? Want to go to the same tutoring as me?"

"Mmm, I said Tan–, uh, Mom first."

"Let me say that." Zaim looked back, then nodded to no one. "I continued the meeting. About martial arts later I take care of."

"Wake up?"

Nia did not answer Ushi, instead pointing to Zaim who was sitting in front of Ushi. "What are you doing here?"

"Now Zaim is your teacher. His teacher Ikbal too. Now you're the same Ikbal tutoring english, mandarin, stir, swim the same martial arts Zaim ya."

"You can add other lessons too" Zaim told Ushi. "Aja by the way. What do I want to teach you?" Zaim blinked one eye at Nia.

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Hendri placed the file on the table, sighing harshly. A well-built man sitting in front of Hendri seemed to have a lot of questions, but did not find the right time to throw it. The sturdy man, Riko, a spy assigned by Hendri at Safi's residence, finally gave a report that Hendri had long anticipated.

But the contents of the report did not match Hendri's expectations. Riko who got additional tasks to find Nia's background, finally came to bring a very convincing result, namely the recording of the conversation between Nia and Suleikah, finally, which can prove if Nia is the true grandson of Safi and Suleikah. Hendri unceasingly sighed harshly, puzzled as to how.

Riko cleared her throat, "Would I please report this to Mr Hakam, sir?"

"Yes there. But that abis you're the deceased."

Riko cleared his throat again. "But we still have to report to Mr. Hakam even without Zaim Alfarezi's approval, right?"

"Yes that's why there. But you are the deceased. I still want to live."

"How do you do, sir?"

Hendri looked at Riko. "This is me thinking again. You help me not even start a rich kid playgroup."

"Make it possible to help me know what the conflict is, sir. May I know my alesan was assigned to the nyari of a man named Umar Zakawat?"

"It cannot. But jeez, I am also dead-end." Hendri fixed his sitting position. "Zain's death has something to do with one of Safi's men."

"Mor Zakawat?"

Hendri just nodded in response to Riko, then slowly continued his story. At first Hakam and Safi did not know each other, until a plane crash one year ago made them forced to get acquainted even through paid informants. At that time Safi was about to run again as king, but for the first time he got a strong rival. Safi also immediately devised a strategy to get rid of the rival. Starting from the usual strategy, to rotten.

" … When his rival had a business trip to Paris, Safi sent Umar Zakawat to build a bomb on the plane."

"That plane, that's what Zain's piloted?" ask Riko doubtfully.

"Yes. But luckily there were members of the Detachment 88 on the plane. So the bomb can be destroyed. But I don't know why that plane was too."

"Wait, Sir. But what I heard was nothing from the accident of the plane. How can Umar Zakawat do it?"

"I'm also curious. Especially Mr. Hakam. That's why I want you to be a spy. Umar Zakawat was a key witness. You have to find him." Hendri was unceasingly breathing. "Walopun Safi will live a luxurious life in the dalem prison, as if Pak Hakam knew the cause of the plane crash."

"I understand, Sir. I'll find out more so that this task can be completed in one piece."

Hendri looked at the ceiling. "Don't leak. You know about this only Mr. Hakam, me, and you."

"Zaim?"

"Kalo Zaim knows about this, Safi was already the deceased from when to know." Hendri glanced at Riko. "Have you seen Zaim?"

Riko simply shook her head reluctantly.

"Shut your mouth if you don't want to see Zaim," Hendri added.