MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
DEATH PINCH

Zaim's index is still faithfully knocking on the glass of the car that is claimed to be bulletproof. Not out of sheer terror, but bored to death. I don't know where Wafiq will take Zaim. If Zaim's count doesn't miss, it's been an hour and eleven minutes that the car with the IU 8055 plate drove. Today Safi's right-hand man, Wafiq, suddenly visited Zaim's office. Zaim thought Wafiq would convey the intent of his arrival on the spot, apparently not.

Zaim, who could not bear to struggle with boredom, intended to call for protests, but fortunately the car that had been driving at an above-average speed finally hit the brakes. The car stopped in the parking lot of a factory that had been abandoned since the colonial era. It was truly a suitable place to remove the traces of the bullies. Even it feels like a fly will not know if there is a carcass there.

"Please. My master is already waiting inside." Wafiq opens the car door for Zaim.

"In dalem? Seriously you?"

"Rubber, Sir. Please."

Zaim fixed his suit. "Choose a place where rich cheating people want to miss."

CRICK

The weathered door made of light steel opened, and instantly revealed a dashing, haughty, vile middle-aged man. Seeing Zaim's arrival, Safi immediately greeted him with a faint smile. Of course Zaim did not return that smile even though it felt really sincere. Safi invited Zaim to sit in the place he had provided, while pouring a cup of tea with his own hands.

"Thank you for meeting me, Zaim Alfarezi."

Zaim received a cup of tea from Safi. "I'll thank you if you go to the point, Mr. Sayfudin Qazzafi."

Safi smiles. "Udah one taun Your grandfather, Al Hakam, my spies. And sorry, I don't like it."

Zaim did not answer, only sipped his tea.

"I know what your grandfather is looking for" Safi added. "It is my pleasure to tell you for free."

"Well, that's very suspicious."

Sally smiled again. "I have no hidden intentions. I just don't want to make enemies. Moreover, your enemy is the same as your grandfather."

Zaim smiled.

"One year ago I wanted to be king again, but there was one strong rival. I'm gonna mess with him." Safi was silent for a moment. "When he was on a business trip to Europe, I naro bombed his plane."

"But you don't know if the pilot was my brother. Is that?"

Safi nodded. "I just found out when your grandfather started sending people to spy on me."

"So, where's the guy you told to build the bomb on that plane? I mean Umar Zakawat. I know he's alive. My stupidity again dyed him."

DEG

Zaim placed his phone in the middle of the table, showing photographs of his late brother's autopsy. "The main cause of my brother's death was not a plane crash, but a fight."

DEG

Zaim continued, "And rich fight Umar Zakawat. Honestly, I had trouble finding him. But no problem anyway. The plan is to ask for help from my mafia team in Italy."

DEG DEG DEG

Zaim took back his phone, pocketed it in his pants pocket, and then moved on. It seems like Umar Zakawat is a very valuable person to Safi. The proof is that Safi does not hesitate to trim the story of his past. Zaim was curious about what kind of relationship the former Malaysian king, who was elected three times in a row, had with one of his lackeys, Umar Zakawat. Is it his bastard son? Or, lover?

"Bring Umar Zakawat in front of me. That's just the right price to make me soin temen." Zaim left the room.

DEG DEG DEG DEG DEG

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"God."

"God."

" … Mom knows your problem from Lambe Luber's post on instagr*m?" Ushi again landed his pinch on Nia's arm.

"sick."

"That's why there's nothing to say so as not to hurt," Ushi replied to Nia. "You too. Didn't you eat meatballs again? Why don't you help Nia? You should also flush the face of your father using meatballs." Ushi changed to pinch Ikbal's arm.

"Oh." Ikbal rubbed his arm. "The many neighbors. It would be a shame to throw it away, ma'am."

Ushi sighed. "OK enough. I've thought of punishment for you both ya–"

Ushi's words paused, because his house bell suddenly rang repeatedly. Ushi whose annoyance had reached the crown was forced to turn right and walk half running towards the door. Seen from the doorbell monitor, the ex-husband, Bagas, was standing in front of the gate. Ushi ignores Bagas and intends to continue the punishment session, but his phone rings.

"Should a video call?" Ushi rubbed his phone screen. "Why?"

"You're home, right?"

"Yes, why? Don't bother me anymore."

"Help me, Shi. I need a temporary place to stay. I was suddenly fired from my workplace in America."

"You have parents."

"can't. They've been fighting me ever since Lambe Luber posted on instagr*m viral. They said I was a real boy."

"Yes," said Ushi lazily.

"Yes I know. I'm conscious now. So help me out, Shi."

"Why not go back to America?"

"Can't either. My passport was suddenly frozen. If not, I am back from yesterday. Very much please, Shi. I don't have a destination anymore."

Ushi clucked in response to Bagas. "To the hotel anyway."

"Where can I sleep in a hotel other than a star enem."

"Judah, just look for that star, right?"

Bagas sighed. "You seriously don't know? Enem star hotel in Jakarta is Zaim Alfarezi. I must have been kicked out of there."

"But Nia's not comfortable with you in this house."

"Where's Niana? Tell me I'll talk to him."

Ushi did not respond, only leaning his phone on a vase of flowers, then pointed it at Nia as well as Ikbal.

"Om I'm sorry. I promise too, right? What else is it gonna be?" Bagas turned to look at Ikbal. "Bal, help Mr. dong. Don't just put it on."

"Suell up." Ikbal went and passed.

"Bale. Icbal. Dengerin Mr du–"

"Bagas," Ushi interrupted while again facing the phone screen to his face. "I thought only Nia would feel uncomfortable, but Ikbal was too. I'm sorry but you have to find somewhere else." Ushi ended the video call connection.

BRACKET

"Damn it! All because of Nia who is selling expensive. Though must have been slept with Zaim Alfarezi many times already." Bagas looked up, looking furiously at Nia's room on the second floor. "Wait for the cave's revenge."