MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
HEART TO HEART

Seen Ikbal walk to the pick up point of his online taxi, diekori Vina. Ikbal who felt Zaim wanted to be alone with Nia, immediately took the initiative to lead Vina to stay away. Of course Vina protested. Because their agenda after shopping for the famous attribute is to go to a sushi restaurant that is famous for its Kaitenzushi* concept. But after Ikbal explained with great difficulty, Vina finally stopped babbling.

*Sushi ready-to-eat placed in small dishes that circulate with the help of a conveyor belt (a kind of train) so that restaurant visitors can take their own desired sushi dishes.

" … What? Understand right? You can't see the time anyway? Obviously Zaim's brother is more diem."

"He is a pendiem. Emang lu, ngoceh mulu rich mothers who want to diet but hobby snacking bakwan," replied Vina while sitting upset beside Ikbal. "Where are you going? I'm done shopping."

"You're looking at what else is anjir."

"many. I dapet hair accessories, lipstick, eye shadow same blush. I have to look for makeup that does not look good because the color of my clothes is already ngejreng. You go home alone to sono."

"God." Ikbal pulled Vina's hand. "Look in Laen's place."

"I've already got ya–"

"Payin Cave" Ikbal said.

"The same perfume. Kutek too. Same …"

Yes, exactly what Ikbal felt as a man. Zaim really wants to be alone with Nia. While accompanying Nia looking for the conditional attribute, Zaim secretly reserved a steakhouse. Zaim immediately invited Nia to the restaurant, after making sure Nia had all she needed to attend the sacred Denar and Marina event tomorrow.

"Nake?"

Nia nodded repeatedly in response to Zaim's question, without stopping her hand from cutting the steak. "I think the steak next to your cinema is the best."

"Yes, that's good too. But the good thing is still in fourth place. Steak here is first order."

"You come here often?"

"Yes. A month twice."

"Who's the guy?"

"Sometimes themselves. Sometimes it's Bastian."

"Are you really just dating?"

Zaim laughing. "Yes. Can't be trusted, can you?"

"That's not so. I think your girl tastes are high."

"Emangs. I'm not just looking at her pretty face, but her heart as well." Zaim poured water for Nia. "Color being my companion is not easy. A little glare at the same treasure, I can anchor."

"I am also the same treasure."

Zaim laughed again. "Don't you just glare the same rice with Bu Jum's sutures same as discount liptint huh?"

Nia who was at a loss for words just laughed.

"Can I get something?" zaim added while putting down his cutlery.

"It's serious."

"Yes, that's it." Zaim looked at Nia. "For example, my grandfather or your mother or they both do not know our relationship, how will you?"

"Judah we are backstreet* only to grandparents."

*Literally the meaning of backstreet is the backstreet. But in slang conversations, the meaning of backstreet is a secret relationship or courting secretly.

Spontaneous Zaim laughed, more amused than ever. "Seriously dong, dear."

"Yaiya I'm serious." Nia rubbed her mouth with a tissue. "You've been saying anything about me, you know. The dong responsibility. Sweet abis time is thrown away."

Zaim was endlessly laughing. "Kok I don't take it? I don't feel like I've done anything about you. If kisses same kissmark mah new warming doang."

"Can I do it again?" added Zaim while wiping his gel tears. "For example, his father Ikbal, your half-brother, the full moon man or maybe Denar will be a disruptor to our relationship in the future, you will give up?"

"Kanya Kak Bunga is more suitable to be called a bully deh."

"flower? You mean Ikbal's ex flower?"

Nia nodded back. "It turns out he's not as innocent as he looks. You want to not when he comes home? Which time do we want to eat chicken pecel on the train tracks?"

"Yes inget. Why?"

"It turned out that time he was being eyed in my room. He's that moto-moto. Motoin my replay value, use my dalem, the same photo I fit TK. Keep bumping up with him in the group."

Zaim was silent, the look on his face instantly turned haunted.

"But I've been taught a lesson with Vina" added Nia. "So please don't do anything to her*." Nia touched Zaim's hand. "Yes, Honey?"

*So please don't be anything to him.

Zaim only sighed in response to Nia, returning a touch of his hand, while being impassive, "Damn it. Add another one, a bully."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

A woman in the mid-forty range looked very happy when Soetta Airport officials allowed her to pass. The woman who came all the way from Taiwan did not expect her one billion mission would run smoothly. But instead of rushing out of the airport, the woman was instead seen coming out of the crowd, looking around for an empty bench, and making phone calls.

"I'm in Indonesia, sir."

"You sure?" A hesitant voice of a man sounded from across the phone.

The mother nodded steadily. "A hundred percent sure, Mr. Duyi."

"It's so easy? Let this be a trap" inner Duyi, Monaco's right hand. "good. Then go on as planned."

"Good, sir."

"And throw away your phone after I finish my phone."

The mother was about to ask Duyi the reason, unfortunately Duyi had already cut off their phone calls. If the mother obeyed Duyi's order to throw away her phone, then how could the mother report the progress of their mission? Apparently Duyi's premonition was right, the one billion mission couldn't have gone without a hitch. As the mother turned around, it appeared that a middle-aged male policeman was already standing right before her with a waist dab.

"With Mother Mei?" The policeman, Sobari, asked after reading a line of names on the paper.

"Rubber. What's up, sir? I was allowed to enter Indonesia."

"Yes. But that's just the first phase of the examination, ma'am."

Mei began to stammer, "E-there are indeed how many stages, sir?"

"Four stages. First stage of identity checks by airport officers. The second stage of the interview was directly with me. Third stage of identity re-examination. Then the last stage of a live interview with Zaim Alfarezi."

Mei glares. The name of a very familiar man immediately made Mei can no longer manage her fake face. Reasonable. Because before accepting the one billion mission, Duyi repeatedly told Mei that she should not meet with a man named Zaim Alfarezi. Mei will immediately be considered a failure in the mission if she meets Zaim Alfarezi, for any reason, for any reason!

" … Mother? Mother Mei? You hear me?"

Mei increasingly responded to Sobari. "I-it's. S-I h-must t-telfon o-people d-be."

"Please call the phone in the room we have provided. Let's." Let's." Sobari invites Mei to walk first.

"Duh, what about it? What's a run? But it's impossible to escape" Mei said in her heart. "I-it's. S-I g-gak j-so enter I-Indonesia a-aja d-deh."

"Well why, Mom? The interview is not hard."

"B-not s-about i-it. Anyway s-i g-gak j-so m-entrance I-Indonesia." Mei passed by while dragging her suitcase in a hurry.

Sobari said, "He must be Monaco."