MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
"LES"

Ikbal and Nia appear to be seriously listening to the explanation of their new tutor, Zaim. It was a tutoring that usually felt stifling, but this time it was much different. Both in terms of atmosphere and way of teaching, everything is completely different. The English lesson was not held in a super cold room but in a garden filled with various cactus plants. How to teach Zaim also does not use a projector, laptop or mobile phone as is usually used by teachers but only with a chalk board.

"The race takes point seventy." Zaim took off his glasses. "Nia got fifty points."

"Yes." Yeah."

Nia turned to Ikbal while turning her lips. "Choose, count the buttons the most."

"Sorry more cave nutmeg than you." Ikbal. "Wouldn't you go home, brother?"

"Yes. But tomorrow don't forget the prnya again, Bal. I've been anti-tolerance twice."

"Ready, Brother." Ikbal stuck his tongue out at Nia before escaping. "Bye the yam ball."

"Bye crocodile bantar gebang."

Zaim held back a laugh, but hurriedly cleared his throat as Nia again faced the chair to him. Nia still faithfully turned her lips, making Zaim anxious even for a moment to lose focus. Honestly, Zaim wanted to finish les that day because he was worried that Nia's mood would get worse. But suddenly Zaim thought of a way that could still make him continue the responsibility as a teacher without adding bad mood to the lover.

"You can only go home if you can add another twenty points."

Nia was silent, her pale red lips were getting moyong.

"But if your answer is wrong, I take off my shirt" Zaim said.

"Huh? Open what?"

"Shirt. Every time you answer one of the questions, I'll take my shirt off. First question." Zaim began reading about.

Zee: Well, I'm actually tired of taking physics courses.

Christy: Why?

Zee: The subject makes me convinced…………

Christy: You’d better pay more attention.

A. What is the best answer?

B. What do you expect?

C. What do you advise me to do?

D. What do you hope?

E. What do you want?

Nia was silent for a moment. "A." B."

Zaim grinned, but slowly took off his sweater, and then went back to reading about it.

Marsha: Flora, I don’t have money to pay the school fee.

Flora: Do you want to grow my money? …….If you need some.

A. I’m going to go to the nearest ATM

B. I would like to achieve you.

C. Would you accept me?

D. I save my money.

E. I lent you

Nia looked doubtful. "C."

"You're intentionally wrong, honey, you're intentionally wrong" Zaim replied as he opened his shirt.

GLUE

Nia seemed to have difficulty swallowing, because now only pants left on the super-strength body. Zaim incessantly read out the matter, while holding his pants zipper. Nia who initially only thought Zaim was bluffing is now starting to panic. Nia's mind was dirty, but really, Zaim's ripped bread was enough to satisfy his dirty mind. So the stunning scenery that lies behind those black jeans is really unnecessary. Nia also exerted all her concentration when Zaim finished reading about.

"B. I swear the answer is B." Nia closed her eyes with an English dictionary.

"Obviously, you chose that answer."

Nia lowered the dictionary bit by bit. "Replace words for girls right her. Keep is to be make subject he, she, same it. Because the subject is a girl who wears she dong."

"Goodle. Next."

Nia reflex sighs. "Pake your shirt first."

"A."

Zaim. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, antonyms are cheap."

"Why can't you answer that?"

"Your people are in a hurry" replied Nia. "It was intentional to be naked."

"What a big surprise?"

"Don't macem-macem."

"yeah. I haven't been a macem for a long time." Zaim crawled closer to Nia. "Macem-macem a little yuk?"

Nia did not respond, either by plotting or debaran not careless. It was really a flat face mimic that Zaim first saw. Zaim thought it might be too much of a joke, or done at a less fitting time. Zaim slowly moved away from Nia, reaching for her clothes on the floor. But unexpectedly, Nia instead pulled Zaim's neck and turned to crawl closer.

"Why should it be a little?" asked Nia while sitting without hesitation on Zaim's lap.

Zaim grinned again. "I'm just worried about your bates."

"Yes?" Nia tilted her head.

"Yes." Yeah." Zaim tilted his head.

"Aren't you really good at talking about it?"

Spontaneous Zaim. It was so sharp that his body shook violently. It was broken to the point of not being able to deflect the ridicule of the lover. Shattered to the point that it disappears without any rest!

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Nia walked around turning, following the shadow of the shady tree. Somehow the trip home Nia today felt very far, long, and tiring. Nia wanted to quickly arrive home and squat in front of the refrigerator. But it seems that Nia must harbour her wish, because there are guests who come without notice.

A formally dressed man was standing in front of Nia's residence, pressing the bell button repeatedly. Nia did not know the man, but her appearance was similar to that of Ikbal. Nia also accelerated her pace, hurriedly approaching the man who was getting irritated by the scorching sun. And it turns out to be true, the man is Ikbal's father, Bagas Prasetyo.

" … I just got back in America. I'm here to see Ikbal. It's so weird that we've only been communicating online." Bagas pointed at Nia. "Who are you?"

Nia shook Bagas' hand. "I'm Nia. Mmm, I ting–, uh, mmm, I mean hitchhiking while here until my mom's back from Taiwan."

"Oh." Bagas. "It's so pretty of you. How many girlfriends?"

Nia just smiled forcefully. "Kaya Ikbal is still in school, Om. I saw him hanging out in the parking lot. Want to wait in the dalem, Om?"

"You dong. Especially waiting for you." Bagas suddenly embraced Nia. "Let's go in."

Nia just returned smiling forcefully. While waiting for Ikbal to come home, Bagas continued to speak, making unnecessary physical contact. Countless times had Bagas embraced Nia, let alone stroked her hair. Of course Nia felt very uncomfortable, because it did not feel like a touch of affection but a touch of insolence.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Udah, Om," replied Nia while putting a glass of orange juice on the table.

"Why are you dating her?"

Nia was endlessly smiling forcefully. Then sit across from Bagas in a crooked position. Yes, serong. Because for whatever sake the gaze of Bagas from earlier only focused on certain parts that only owned by the women. Not enough with the indecent gaze of Bagas, his grin was much more indecent. Really like a pervert psychopath!

"Egypt dong. Why are you dating her?"

"It's normal, Om," Nia replied without forgetting her giant smile.

"Hands on hands are sure. Hugs are also sure. Kiss the same cheeks, ju-"

CLAMPS

"Ikbal." Spontaneous Nia moved, and ran for joy towards Ikbal who had just arrived.

"Hp you koid?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Anjir's habits." Ikbal approached Bagas. "How are you, sir?"

"Good dong. How are you doing, Father?" Bagas welcomes Ikbal's embrace.

"Nice as well." Ikbal gave Nia a code to enter her room. "And don't come down till I tell you to." Ikbal re-coded Nia through a hand signal.

Nia simply nodded, then rushed off the first floor.