MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
THE ULTIMATUM OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS

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"Flame fifteen thousand perfume huh." The flower deliberately coughed repeatedly.

The flowers deepened into Nia's bedroom. Look around, touch all utensils with disdain, and who never miss, berate! As if amnesia with the name of manners, Bunga unhesitatingly opened Nia's wardrobe. Flowers also began to photograph Nia's clothes, which on average was outdated. Even Bunga also photographed Nia's underwear which he considered to have childish motifs.

"Fix will be playing Zaim Alfarezi's fan group." Flowers giggle while continuing to photograph.

After being satisfied to ruffle the contents of Nia's wardrobe, Bunga then turned to the dressing table. But this time the response shown by the flower is different from before. Flowers looked irritated at the row of fantastic precious makeup that was arranged carelessly on top of that glass barrette. Feeling that there was nothing to photograph, Bunga stepped towards Nia's study table. Bunga sure there must be something there that can prove that Nia is shrimp-brained.

"Well, really." Flowers smiled in satisfaction, while photographing Nia's mathematical paper that scored forty. "I guess that kid just won cute."

Bunga also intends to look for the results of another Nia replay, hoping there is a score that is more blocked than that. Score zero for example. But in the end, the flower was found instead Nia's diary. Flowers again showed off his sinister grin, as if impatient to read the contents of the diary. But a piece of the photo immediately fell down, when Bunga was about to open the first sheet of Nia's diary. Flowers crouched down, picked up the worn photo, and returned grinning.

"This is Nia's little picture?" Flowers smother his mouth. "A rich ugly seed is not good. Rich disease. Rich in malnutrition …"

Flowers seemed to be getting excited looking for another Nia's disgrace. But the sound of the gate being opened made the Flower immediately stop the brash activity. Flowers instantly came out of Nia's room and ran down the alley ridge to return to the living room while pocketing her cell phone carelessly. Although very panicked, lucky Bunga managed to return to the living room before Ikbal entered the house.

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"Who are you?"

"Oh. Hi, Brother Flower." Vina smiled forcefully. "Ikbal's in front, brother. Again pick up the phone."

"Oh. Ja. But Nia doesn't exist. He wants to eat the same malem, Zaim said."

Vina dropped her body on the sofa. "I know, Brother. I always stay here every Friday night. To avoid the show, Miss Rt."

"That's yeah. But how can you be with Ikbal?"

"He's playing his cafe around my house, brother."

Flowers nodded, then turned to look towards the entrance. "But how long is that Ikbal? Who's the same phone?" Flowers climbing. "Oh that's him. Bal, I'm talking sa–"

"You mean what the hell sent these photos to Falah?" Ikbal shows his chat room with Falah, his little friend.

Flowers glared, shocked half dead. How can the portrait of the disgrace of Nia exist on Falah? Flowers also think of the closest possible although reluctant. And it's true. When Bunga checked his phone, he did send all the photos stored in his mobile phone gallery to Falah. All of that must have happened because of the frantic Flower and the origin of pocketing his phone without pressing the key button first.

"That, I, don't mean ja–"

"Aren't you?" sela Ikbal while pulling the collar of the Flower shirt.

"Bal, dih! What the hell is rough about it like girls?" Vina reflexes up and tries to release Ikbal's hand grip from the Flower. "not released? Am I aduin to Auntie?"

Ikbal took off his grip, and made the Flower immediately fall down.

"Duh, Brother Flower is okay?" Vina hurriedly crouched down. "Can you wake up, brother? Very rude lu anjir."

Ikbal caught his breath. "Lu if you don't know anything about diem. Or go home to sono."

Vina. "Obviously I don't know. No one is telling. That's why you let me not get rich goat conge."

Ikbal reluctantly responds to Vina, only regaining his breath.

"Why anjir." Vina crouched back. "Sister, why, brother? Dong's story is the same as mine. Why is Brother crying? Why is Ikbal so angry? Ke–"

Vina's speech paused, because Ikbal suddenly gave her phone. Vina also immediately grabbed Ikbal's phone. Seen in the chat rooms of Ikbal and Falah, Falah sent sixty-five photos of which seventeen were no strangers to Vina. Vina zoomed in one by one photos that she thought looked familiar. And after being sure if it was photos of Nia, Vina immediately pounced on Flowers, grabbed and railed it all out!

"That's a picture of Nia ya anjir! Want you what the hell, huh? Want you to spread it? Let's what the hell? Let's what?" Vina shouted at Bunga while continuing to launch her burkana jubunya.

"Woy-woy, loose. Can bald anjir children people. Take off." Ikbal shouted.

"Gue knows what your purpose is to spread Nia's photos. Let everyone know if Nia's clothes miss the trend, right? What if academic grades are anchored? And if his childhood was rich? Do you know what the alesan behind all that is, huh? Don't you? So whatever I told Zaim Alfrezi all your rottenness!"

HEH

HOSH HOSH HOSH

"Sister Flower nightmare?"

Spontaneous Flowers that had just woken up from their sleep jumped when they found Nia who looked at her face too closely.

"I'll get you a drink first, brother." Nia.

"Hi, Brother Flower."

Vina hesitated. "Yes, Brother. Its me. But why me, brother?"

"Oh, no-no. It'sit's okay. I'm going to the toilet first." Flowers walked half-running leaving the living room.

"What's such a bad dream with that face? Lu sama Zaim ninggalin Kak Bunga later."

"What is it? I fell asleep on that couch. But not the wrong one, Ikbal? Seriously, he just wanted you to come here and pull again? Where to …"

Flower eavesdropped on Nia and Vina's conversation, while feeling her heart beat unruffled. Afterwards Bunga hurriedly searched his phone in the bag. With trembling hands Flower tapped on the gallery icon, and how shocked Flower was to find out that she who had entered Nia's bedroom secretly to photograph this was not a dream! The flower immediately removed the portrait.

"Angyr. The dream seemed real," muttered Bunga as he rubbed the sweat on his forehead.

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Seen a woman owner of a photo studio walked half-run to Ushi who is now busy decorating customers. The middle-aged woman who was familiarly called Madam immediately whispered Ushi something. Madam said that Al Hakam suddenly came to the photo studio to meet Ushi. Ushi hurriedly put down the palette of eye shadow, and hurriedly equalized the steps with Madam towards the waiting room of the photo studio.

"You can't wait a long time, Shi. Today we are overtime" whispered Madam.

"Ready, Madam."

"Jaudah is in the shadows." Madam opened the waiting room door for Ushi.

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"Pak Hakam?"

Hakam looked at Ushi. "I'm sorry to have come without notice and miss Bu Ushi's time at will."

"It's okay, sir. But what's needed?"

Hakam was silent for a moment before continuing, "On the news that recently went viral on social media."

"Oh, the news that I was dating Nia with Zaim Malem last week was yes?"

"Yes. I honestly am disturbed by that. You see, so many journalists who come to my office are not important at all."

"What would it be, sir, if I could know?"

"They are about my blessing."

"Yes, where's the problem, sir? Just answer it."

Hakam is silent. "The problem is that I don't know their relationship."

Suddenly Ushi began to rise in blood, and began to misunderstand. Ushi thought that the reason Hakam did not give his blessing to Nia and Zaim's relationship must be due to different statuses. Rich people are too familiar with prestige! Perhaps Hakam does not yet know if Nia is the granddaughter of the former King of Malaysia. Yes, even if only grandchildren are not considered. But there is still the blood of the former King of Malaysia in Nia's body. Can't be allowed. Song Ushi mode is also active!

"Sir Hakam may not know who I am, right?"

Hakam smile. "I know. I found out walopun without Ushi's permission. I'm sorry again for that."

"It's okay. But continue not knowing because of what?"

"I'm not sure I can tell Bu Ushi."

"Okay, Mr. Hakam. No need to be convoluted. Mr. Hakam must be busy, right? Same with me too."

"I have the same problem Safi."

"What problem, sir?" asked Ushi doubtfully.

"My first grandson, Zain Elfatih, was killed by Safi. But everything is clear. Safi has confessed, and the man has been hanged."

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"Try the position of Bu Ushi in my position," added Hakam as he moved. "Bu ushi will definitely do the same."

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Hakam continued, "There will be no family who will accept new family members who have blood relations with the family killer right?"

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