MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
TAMBUR WAR

Nia looked seriously listening to the explanation from her steering tutor, Zaim. Thanks to Zaim's easy-to-understand explanation, Nia now knows where the brakes, gas, and teeth are on a matic car. It turns out it only takes a little touch of a big toe to run a vehicle of any size. But of course the most necessary is, courage! Twenty minutes had passed, but the white sedan was still on the shoulder of the highway.

"Let's go."

Nia looked at Zaim. "But the power is too shallow. I mean, the training period is directly on the highway?"

"Sir dong. We'll practice on the field first."

"What is this?" Nia pointed at the bustling highway smoothly.

"It's okay. Make a warm-up."

"But I actually just got hold of the stir first."

"I know" Zaim replied. "Let's go for it."

Nia was increasingly feeling doubtful, and Zaim's overly relaxed facial expression made her not tired of struggling with hesitation. How not? No matter how much you twist a Zaim Alfarezi, isn't it too much to use a trillions car for driving training? Nia's courage that there was not a fingernail end was even shrinking due to the fact of striking it. But slowly, Nia's big toe came into action. The white sedan finally drove.

"Goodle. At this speed."

"But isn't this a courtesy?" Nia glanced at the rearview mirror on the right side.

"Aman. Just keep going."

"But I've been claxonin loh."

"Biarin. Drop the focus." Zaim pointed straight. "Abis lewatin red light that's increased speed. Keep the prince turning and turning left."

"Ih, I can't. You're a belom, teaching me to turn that."

"There is me" replied Zaim. "You don't believe me?"

Nia shook her head steadily, making Zaim only able to open up. And finally, the luxury car that drove like a baby snail arrived at the red light that Zaim meant. But when she was about to turn around, Nia had a panic attack because she continued to be lacquered by other cars. Nia could not hear Zaim's advice to stay calm and reflexively step on the gas. Soon Zaim took off Nia's seat belt and jumped into the driver's seat, taking over.

"Eh?"

"Diem." Zaim pressed the hazard lights and showed off his driving skills that were not inferior to Ananda Mikola.

"But this position is rich rather how it is."

"This isn't the first."

Nia cleared her throat, "Yaiya but this is cramped."

"Let me not be narrow."

"Where can it be?"

"Lost out the mutter."

"I want to go down" said Nia.

"Can't dong. I'll concentrate again."

Nia sighed as she turned to face Zaim. "OKAY. You told me to."

Nia's heart suddenly beats at will, when it accidentally looks at the lover's face. Handsomest. Like the picture of the main character of men in the world of webtoon who do not have a disability. Not only the picture, even the social status of the contents of Zaim wallet is exactly the same in the webtoon genre CEO. It seems that in the past life Nia was the hero of a country, which is why in this life she was rewarded with a Zaim Alfarezi.

"Don't just look at it. Being held can also be," said Zaim without looking at Nia.

"Is it just my feeling or is it the more you come in here your mouth the less brake there is?"

Zaim laughing. "Lagian mengeliatin I'm rich ngeliatin si–"

"You can't be greedy" said Nia. "It's sexy here." Nia touched Zaim's hair. "It should be normal here." Nia touched Zaim's lips. "Other than here. Shouldn't be made sexier." Nia's touch ended in Zaim's chest. "Yes, right?"

Zaim did not respond, busy diverting something boiling inside him by gripping the wheel firmly. Zaim's grip on the steering wheel until it feels numb, because Nia who never ends his touch. Zaim slammed his steering wheel into the shoulder of the road, as the boiling sensation grew. After re-pressing the hazard lights, Zaim immediately pulled Nia closer, intending to release the boiling feeling through a kiss.

"Wait." Nia threw away her face. "Someone I want to ask."

*Save it for lunch.

"can't. Mumpy snot."

Zaim breathed. "OKAY. What's?"

"You're the one who beat Om Bagas, right? Then you are also the one who exclaimed Kinan, Sister Canteen, and the teachers who were bullying me at that time? Aye right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So you also make the same email instagr*m I'm not right?" Nia pushed Zaim. "I don't like it. That's privacy I know."

"Why are you suddenly talking about this?"

"You yourself why are you suddenly nagging my privacy?"

Zaim breathed again. "What you think about now, is by no means my goal ya–"

"I don't like it anyway." Nia glared at Zaim.

"I don't like anything that's bad for me either." Zaim pulls Nia back closer. "Make mine sad." Zaim touched both of Nia's faces. "I don't care if it's privacy, I'm going to protect mine."

CUPS

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CLAMPS

Zaim seemed quite surprised, although only a few people could read it, one of them was definitely the grandfather, Al Hakam. It is rare for Hakam to go to Zaim's office without prior notice. Usually Zaim was curious about the intention of the arrival of Hakam to lose his appetite, but this time he already knew.

Zaim hung his suit on the stand hanger, loosened his pink tie ties, and nodded in response to his secretary, Nisma, after the tight-fitting jumpsuit woman reported Zaim's next schedule as well as his lunch menu today. Hakam did not look at Zaim, and vice versa. Both are busy with their activities.

Hakam was sipping his jasmine tea while looking out the window. Zaim sat across from Hakam and ate his lunch. Zaim had no intention of starting a conversation, because the meeting after lunch is much more important. Hakam who hates to make small talk will definitely start the conversation first. And it's true.

"Where is your relationship with Yesenia Eve?"

Zaim opened a bottle of mineral water. "More harmonious, romantic, erotic."

"Ati-ati. Don't be embarrassed. Not funny."

Zaim did not answer, began to be busy scooping his rice field.

"Hendri has your name?"

"Yes, a few days ago" Zaim replied at last.

"Grandfather told him to look into Yesenia Eve's background. But until now belom has news. Tumben's really his work son's catapulted."

"You got him." Zaim returned to scooping his rice fields. "But he's not on Grandpa's side."

"It's true dong, if Yesenia Eve is Ushi Widhiani's biological son."

"Yes. Fair right?" Zaim returned Hakam's gaze. "Grandfather also did not say that the main cause of Zain died not because of an accident but was killed. And the mastermind behind it was his subordinate Sayfudin Qazzafi."

"Thank you you not a profit but a fortune."

"For me I'm a squawk."

Hakam looked out the window. "Even if you succeed, Grandpa does not want to have a relationship with the killer or his family. How's dong?"

"I'm predicting it anyway."

Hakam looked back at Zaim. "Certainly? Want to continue your harmonious, romantic and erotic relationship?"

"I don't want to be an ungodly grandchild, but I also don't want to continue the descent in our family other than Nia. How's dong?"