MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
LAST MESSAGE

WUSH

Nia pulled out her blanket, along with the cold gusts of the morning breeze that was endlessly judging. Although in a semi-conscious state, Nia remembered very well if her idle day was still one day left. But Nia was forced to open her eyes, because her sudden movement space became very limited. There was something behind Nia, something that she hoped was not one of the tatah rambutan tree waiters!

"Eh? The hand? Boy's hand?" nia asked in her heart while looking at the hand that was coiled around her body.

Yeah, it's a guy's hand. Nia looked at the familiar looking hand. There were two plasters coiled up on both of his middle fingers, and there were black ink marks on the tip of his long white shirt. There was only one person who had such a description. Slowly but surely, Nia's heart began to create a noise, and grew rowdy as Nia ventured to prove her faith.

"Now Denar?" Nia hurriedly smothered her mouth. "Eh? How, Zaim? Poking me. He's not horrified, is he? It's nothing horrified. This is just a dream. But wait, the power is not a dream," Inner Nia.

Nia looked at the increasingly messy condition of her room. There are suits, socks, shoes and office bags lying everywhere. Then the cold that had made Nia shiver, came from the window of her room that was not tightly closed. Zaim must have entered quietly from a window like that time. Nia grew increasingly worried, but reflexively heaved a sigh of relief when she accidentally saw the complete pajamas stuck to her body.

"It turns out powerful also tips on the alarm every hour. Walopun sleeps not pules but as much as I sleep is not nude." Nia is still in.

CRICK

Nia rushes down from the bed to comb her sing hair, and especially to make a healthy four-layer five perfect for Zaim as an apology for mistaking Zaim for Denar. Nia hopes Zaim sleeps until the afternoon, or goes home quietly because he is reluctant to show the face of his pillow. But of course Zaim is still in the room, with a pillow face that even makes Nia's focus crumble!

"Belom-tock home?"

"Wait for that." Zaim pointed to a tray containing a glass of warm milk and a plate of sandwiches that Nia had brought.

"Jaudah abis is home." Nia placed the tray on the study table. "So I'd like to take the uniform with the package book."

"All I have anterin."

"So, I promised you I'd go there with Vina." Nia looked at Zaim. "I never made a promise. If I had to renege, I wouldn't be rich four times."

"And I'm sorry. Is he still angry, too?"

"Belomlah. So double-doubles instead," Nia replied as she opened the curtains of her room. "Amem you're coming in through here?"

Zaim sipped warm milk. "It wasn't semalem but it was morning."

"Continue?"

Zaim did not reply, busy devouring healthy sandwich four perfect five.

"You really know not," added Nia.

"You too."

Spontaneous Nia threw the blanket she was folding, then turned to look at Zaim. "Who?"

"You."

"What's? Me? What do you try to mean? Are you looking for my mistakes again? Why are you following Sels?"

"Where not to follow kel? The waking hours that I've had from my boyfriend aren't good morning, sweetheart, but it's Kak Denar."

DEG

Zaim continued, "Who is it, Brother Denar?"

DEG

"The answers don't be convoluted." Zaim sipped warm milk. "I'm sleepless."

DEG DEG DEG

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CLAMPS

The door of the interrogation room was half closed, immediately revealing Umar Zakawat who was yawning. Zaim also closed the door of the interrogation room completely, because really, meeting Umar Zakawat for more than three seconds will only provoke irrationality! Hakam moved from his backrest, followed by Hendri. The two then approached Zaim who was fluttering right in front of the door of the interrogation room.

"What's he saying?"

Zaim took out a cigarette from his pants pocket. "Bullshit doang."

"So still not honest is that a dog?" ask Hendri again. "Let the cave make him ju–"

"Hen." Hakam sighed. "Don't be a brand. Your face does not fit. Just go back there to the office and have a meeting tomorrow."

"But in–"

"Let me take care of it" Hakam interrupted again. "Too you ga–"

"Grandfather's face doesn't fit either. So Grandpa also went back to the office to take care of the meeting for tomorrow." Zaim lit a cigarette. "Let me take care of it. I still have a backup plan."

"Zec."

Spontaneous Zaim undoes his intention to open the door of the interrogation room, then turns to Hakam.

"You're ngrokok again?"

Zaim shook his head in response to Hakam.

"Keep that?" Hakam pointed to the cigarette in Zaim's hand.

CLAMPS

Hakam turned to Hendri, shortly after Zaim disappeared from behind the door of the interrogation room. "He meant to torture Umar Zakawat, right?"

"It's that, sir."

Hakam. "Cannot be banned. The money I have later abis only to cover up Umar Zakawat who died silly because of being bundled cigarettes the same brand."

CLAMPS

Zaim, Hakam, and Hendri had sat opposite Umar Zakawat. Beyond a doubt, it turns out that Zaim did not suggest the cigarette to Umar Zakawat as a consequence of his dishonesty. Zaim even asked Umar Zakawat to smoke the cigarette. Surprisingly Umar Zakawat looked enthusiastic, like a baby who saw his milk bottle after tired of sulking. Something is strange!

"You're addicted." Zaim pointed the cigarette smoke that Umar Zakawat had just exhaled to the ceiling. "I put ximonic in a cigarette. Ximonic is a drug. But only me and my friend in Italy have it*."

*You are addicted. I mixed ximonic into that cigarette. Ximonic is a drug. But only then did I have the same friends in Italy that I had.

Spontaneous Umar Zakawat smeared cigarettes in his mouth. "Bad!"

"Either. Relax only. No need to reply." Zaim grinned. "So, can you open your mouth properly now*?"

*sama. Just relax. No need to be budi. You can open your mouth right now, right?

"I'd rather die than open my mouth*."

*I'm dying from opening my mouth.

"But your crush didn't die, did it*?" Zaim gave the code to one of the police guards. "Niain."

*But you weren't brought to die either, were you?

Umar Zakawat looked surprised, and increasingly surprised when he saw his girlfriend who looked agitated from behind the laptop screen. "If you dare to make a variety of sa–*"

*You dare macem-macem sa–.

"Wak is no longer in a position to threaten or negotiate with me." Zaim moved, then pulled another chair beside Umar Zakawat. "Watch is addicted, and the only one who can make you stop is me. And crush you, I can ruin his life right now. Understood?"

*You are no longer in a position to negotiate or negotiate with me. You're addicted, and all you can do is me. Keep on bustling you, can I ancurin his life this second as well. Got it?

Umar Zakawat did not reply, but anyone knew, it was the agreed-upon facial expression of a desperate man holding a grudge!

"Awak kill the pilot*?"

*You killed the pilot?

"Yes. I stabbed him with a knife because he didn't die*."

*yes. I stabbed piso because he's not dead.

"Then about her having sex with a flight attendant*?"

*Keep about her so much with the stewardess?

Umar Zakawat. "I'm just making it up*."

*I just nagged.

"Then what else do you make*?"

*So much more so that you corral?

"That's all*."

*That's all.

Zaim said, "Wak really humbled me huh? I'm more than Sayfudin Qazzafi. I can't count how much trash like you I throw away quietly. And why doesn't anyone know? Because my money that doesn't have that series can cover anything*."

*You're really nyepelein me huh? I'm more like Sayfudin Qazzafi. I don't know how much of your rich trash I have found in them. And why doesn't anyone know? Because my money that does not have serinya can cover anything. 

"Return my phone*."

*Balikin my hp.

Zaim again coded the police guards to give Umar Zakawat's cell phone that was confiscated as evidence. Umar Zakawat then asked Zaim to open his mobile phone gallery. There was only one video there. Zaim immediately touched the play icon on the video without waiting for further instructions from Umar Zakawat, when he learned the cover of the video was the face of the late brother.

Grandpa, please don't mistake Love even if the child she's carrying right now isn't my son. Please pretend you don't know. Okay well? And, Chimp. Sorry yes, the cave can not keep the promise of rock climbing. The cave is going to die. It's cold, it's numb, it's dark. Please don't fight with Grandpa, Chimp, change bernatem with Hendri. Or Bastian. Okay well?

"The pilot told me to deliver his last message in any way. Actually I do not intend to give it for free ka–*"

*The pilot told me to take his last pesen in any way. Actually, I do not intend nyampein for free ka–.

BUGS

BUGS

BUGS

"Dogs!" zaim shouted while raising his fist at Umar Zakawat. "Fuckers!"