MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
DUCTILE
ZAIM : .. And a birthday gift for you is ready.
NIA : Though I repeated it two days ago 🙄
ZAIM : I'm sorry, honey. But what if the prize is just ready now try?
NIA: As if nyicil ngapin happy birthday taun first cake.
ZAIM : typing…
NIA :🙄
ZAIM: I want to speak directly. Because I like to see your face fit again klepek-clepek.
NIA: In what the hell is this handsome guy.
PISA : Haha.
Nia laughed along, while continuing to keep her two thumbs busy. Although almost every day Nia and Zaim exchange messages, make phone calls and video calls, somehow today feels different. Maybe because today's atmosphere was exactly the same as back then. Right, if you think about it the atmosphere is exactly the same. Both from the time, the activities that Nia did while exchanging messages, and the existence of Ikbal, everything was exactly the same.
At that time Nia was also enjoying a rate hike holiday as it is now. Yes, now Nia has officially become an IPS level eleven student, was officially eighteen years old. Then just like then, now Nia is also sucking her chocolate milk while prancing on the bed. And lastly, the most exact among all the others. Nia had just given her three fifty ribs of money for free to the poor Ikbal who wanted to play at the cafe.
*FLASHBACK ON*
KAO: Hi, Duplicate L.K?
LK : ?
Spontaneous Nia moved from her lazy position. “Ih anjir. The dibales anjir. For what?”
KAO: I'm a new user.
LK: Is there a problem?
“There's constraint? Kaya customer care aja nanyanya duh ngakak.” Nia laughing.
KAO: So far belom exists. Application okay. Fresh looks. Not much advertising. Not much space to eat either. I liked.
LK : typing...
KAO: Anyway, this is my first date. But don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy. I just need a chat during the holidays.
OK: School boy?
HO : Yup.
LK: Age?
KAO: First rule, it is forbidden to disclose personal information unless it is false.
LK : Haha.
KAO: typing...
LK : typing...
KAO: How long have you been playing Zet?
LK: Long.
“Irit says a lot of guys. Uh, wait. Is it really a guy?”
KAO: Are you really a guy?
LK: Guess.
KAO: Do you know Perip*ra?
LK : Haha.
KAO : Fix, guy.
LK: It's cosmetic.
KAO: Ciye who defended searching.
LK : Haha.
“Anjir really exciting.” Nia rolled around in excitement on the bed.
LK : Kaoru?
LK : Ciye who was prancing around.
KAO: Oh so gini it feels wet.
LK : Haha.
KAO: typing...
LK : typing...
KAO: I'm off first huh. Aunty suddenly came home and rich angry squirm house messy.
LK : typing…
*FLASHBACK OFF*
ZAIM: I'm in a meeting, baby.
NIA : Oh? When is the gift given to me?
ZAIM: The gift can't be wrapped, dear.
"Huh? Can't it be wrapped?" Nia was silent for a moment, even her two thumbs were busy. "Omg-lp. Wouldn't he give me a home?"
NIA: typing…
ZAIM: I'll call you as soon as possible*.
*I'll call you as soon as possible.
NIA: Okay. Adios.
ZAIM: I love you, baby.
NIA :❤
Nia glanced at the clock on her phone. It's lunch hour. That means Zaim shouldn't be busy. But why the opposite? No matter how important a meeting is, if it is time for lunch, shouldn't it be over? Just like when the religious teacher was explaining the meaning of a verse, if the break bell had rang, he would have immediately left the classroom, right? There is something unusual about Zaim. Nia who had been with Zaim for almost a year could feel that.
"He's boong?" Nia reflexes smothering her own mouth. "Omg-lp. It's not possible that he said a meeting but actually a girl modusin?" Nia jumped out of bed. "Cannot be banned. The problem is guys if it's really brutal mode. Let's get samperin."
...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...
Zaim bagged his phone. "So what was it, Miss Monica Yin?"
Monica smiled. "I'd like to pick up Nia at my parents' request."
"Oh. Can't."
"What can't you mean?"
"Well, two more years I'll marry Nia."
Monica was silent for a moment, putting on an expression of disbelief, but then returned with a smile. "You do realize, if you don't have the right to say you can't?"
"No."
Again Monica was silent and could only respond to Zaim with an expression of disbelief. Since her first meeting with Zaim, Monica has felt that something is wrong with the super handsome man's brain. Arrogant, arrogant, and do not want to lose. It was Monica's provisional assessment of the first time Zaim faced off. But in fact it becomes a temporary assessment as well as permanent. For Monica, the CEO of the ginseng country actor, minus!
Monica fixed her suit, then slowly moved on. "I came to a place that sa–"
"Sit down."
"Sorry but there's no point in sa–"
"As long as you're in Indonesia, you're under my feet" Zaim said. "You want me to make you unable to return to your country?" Zaim pointed to the chair. "Du–"
"Oh yeah? Please do ask for proof first. If you say that kind of kindergarten can too, right?" Monica exited Zaim's study.
BRACKET
The nine centimetre shoe stole the attention of all employees in Zaim's office. Not because of the design of the shoe color is very beautiful, but because of the loudest sound. The owner of the shoe, Monica, was really frustrated. It turned out that it was not the right choice to go to Zaim's office instead of waiting for him at the residence of Salih the Chairman of Rt. All because of the children of Salih. No, more precisely because of the show they were watching!
At first Monica sat quietly waiting for Zaim's arrival, until before Salih's children who had just returned home from school brought her lunch to the front of the television which was airing news about Zaim and Nia's hot video. Bak was struck by lightning, it turns out that the photo of a girl named Nia in the news is exactly the same as the profile photo of Nia in her email. And the Zaim that Monica is waiting for now, is definitely the same Zaim that was in the news.
That's why Monica immediately slid to the Zaim office address listed in the news. Honestly, Monica doesn't care about the hot video of her sister. Regardless of whether the hot video is true, the rice has become porridge. The purpose of Monica's arrival was only to pay off all of Nila's debts and bring Nia to Taiwan. Monica thought it would be easy to realize her parents' request. But who would have thought if the younger brother was in the grip of a crazy man?
Monica stops her steps, when she accidentally sees a portrait of Zaim's face on a bus that just passed by. "This sprawling spit is business if he's interested in me. But this is even interested in the same snot child. Very good pr." anyway."