MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
MISAPPROPRIATE

Seen from inside the car that is often dubbed the fresh bread car, Ushi and the son, Ikbal, were chatting from heart to heart. They have just returned from Malaysia, and are currently on their way to Nia's school to pick her up and have lunch together after two weeks. Ikbal looked irritated, not because of jetlag or their purpose instead to SMAN Lantern World but because the mother who had somehow said thank you while pinching her cheek.

" … Thanks also you never know what alesan Ibu nampung Nia and why Mother secret Nia from our family until now."

Ikbal remained silent, occasionally avoiding the hot pinch of the mother.

"You also never heard of your father who was the gatel, and even always help every Mother overwhelmed refuse your Grandpa matchmaking. Thanks yeah. Thank you so much for looking like Mom," added Ushi, while turning to launch hot pinches into Ikbal's arms.

"Sick on, Mom."

Spontaneous Ushi laughing. "Just thank you for understanding Ni–"

"Mom, brenti-brenti."

"Huh? Brenti's? Inhere? Why?"

Ikbal did not reply, only pointing to Ushi's right side.

"Who? Why are they crouching in front of the police station? South Jakarta police station."

"Remain again, Mom? They if you have already gathered you must make trouble," Ikbal replied.

Ushi immediately slammed the steering wheel to the right side, and immediately caught Nia and Vina who looked like lizards with horn-tiled. The two beautiful girls looked very surprised, to the point of having trouble understanding Ushi's orders asking them to get into the car immediately. Ushi got out of the car with Ikbal who was showing off a winning smile. Seeing the look on Nia and Vina's face as if they had just done something wrong, Ushi no longer wasted time on pleasantries.

"Who do you know until it's rich?"

"No, Tan, no. No one's looking for anyone." Nia smiled forcefully.

"Why do you guys keep moving?"

"Again his online girlfriend, Mom." Ikbal chuckles.

"Yes? So you're still the toy of that dating app? Answer Aunt try?"

"Mmm yeah but it's not as often as it used to be, Tan," replied Nia.

Ushi sighed. "Keep actually you're here again ngintipin your online girlfriend?"

Nia lowered her head, knowing that Ushi was in an angry mode. Vina who was again the originator of the idea of the day's activities also replaced Nia answered a series of questions Ushi.

"I'm the one who revealed Nia, Tan. So Dup–, uh, means Nia's online friend lives in Jaksel, and her online friend Nia's a cop, so chances are Dup, uh, I mean Nia's online friend must be a cop. We're here to make mastiin if Dup–, meaning that Nia's online friend is not my online friend's rich om-om. That's it, Tan."

Ushi sighed again. "Hp herein."

Nia reflexes looking up. "Huh?"

"Tante said, let's get you."

"Well, Tan. Plis don't hp me. Plis is the other. Pli."

Ushi was silent, but his narrowed eyes started glaring. Nia looked down again, and slowly reached into her phone from the back pocket of her pants to be handed over to Ushi.

"What's the name of the date app?"

"Zeth." Nia answered with a barely audible voice.

"Zet said his name was, Mom." Ikbal. "That-that, Mom. Tuh, whose app is blue."

"Auntie apus your account yes."

Nia reflex looked up again, and called out the same question to Ushi. "Huh?"

"Uninstall is also the application, Mom," Ikbal said with excitement.

"Okay already." Ushi clutched the 2016 edition of the phone to Nia. "New aunt will nyita hp you if Auntie knows you nginstall the application again. Understood?"

Nia just nodded heavily in response to Ushi.

"Now get in the car." Ushi passed, followed by Ikbal who laughed very satisfied.

"Duh, Nya, who else will be sent Duplicate L. K. to school tomorrow? Duh, my idea. Plis maki-maki my ideas are always misleading this, Him."

Nia just put on a face to cry while tightening her hands that had been grasped by Vina.

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

The pace of the luxury car, which was only launched by two units in Indonesia, stopped right in front of the gate of the house number eight. The sharp lights of the car slowly dimmed, and the sound of the engine was too smooth was slowly dead. The doff black car door was open, revealing next to the smooth legs of the man adorned with flip-flops. Slowly but surely, the appearance of the man who owned the luxury car began to look completely.

Training pants, t-shirts my side, hair piggybacked rubber food, and eyes full of aggravation, it really belongs to the CEO of Zet aka Duplicate L.K aka Zaim Alfarezi. Zaim leaned against the door of his car as he looked at the second floor of the house in front of him. There are two rooms on the second floor of the house whose lights are still on. Zaim looked alternately at the two rooms before only focusing on looking at the room on the left side.

"Yesterday blocked, now delete the account. Actually ask to be dragged to KUA nih bocil." Zaim walked towards the gate.

Zaim's index almost landed on the doorbell of the house numbered eight, just before the gate of the house was open. Nia appears from behind the gate, with a face that is as surprised as Zaim. Zaim wanted to immediately ask for an explanation from Nia, but the girl who had been busy licking the hot-hot candy first said something that was very far from Zaim's estimate.

"Es boba? Nope. What does Zaim Alfarezi mean?" Both of Nia's hands shoulder to shoulder covered her mouth that was passed round. "For what reason does Duplicate L.K send a Zaim Alfarezi just to ask for an explanation from me?"

"Bu–"

"Don't Duplicate L. K. not rich cop Pak Bastian but a tyrannical businessman twisting rich Zaim Alfarezi?" Nia interrupted Zaim's words while looking at Zaim from head to toe. "Or Don't-don't Duplicate L.K artist?"

"Tu–"

"We'll meet up first, brother." Nia melted the candy barrage into any place, then invited Zaim to shake hands. "I'm Nia. His online girlfriend Duplicate L.K. Brother must also be Duplicate L. K rich Mr. Bastian right? Which is now again in the mission of sending Duplicate L.K messages to me. Aye right?"

Zaim sighed as he welcomed Nia's hand. "Yes." Yeah."

"Omg-omg, the more curious the same Duplicate L.K. Kemaren sent the police, now sent the businessman tajir. Tomorrow, let alone omg-omg."

"There is no tomorrow" said Zaim. "I mean, Duplicate L.K says there's no tomorrow-tomorrow. That, that means." Zaim.

"Keep the Duplicate L.K message for me?"

Zaim cleared his throat again. "Duplicate L.K also want to know your alesan be–"

Zaim's words were paused, but this time it was not because of another Nia's misunderstanding but because of the emergence of Ikbal. Yes, the sudden appearance of Ikbal makes Nia reflex to attract Zaim to hide between the gates of his house and the house next door. Of course, the hiding place is very narrow, the proof is that both Zaim and Nia can both feel the special parts of each body.

"Can slide se–"

"This is torn bread, brother?" asked Nia while groping Zaim's stomach. "Can't you be so cool?" Nia looked up at Zaim, demanding an answer to his wild question as soon as possible.

"Are you really that rich?"

Nia nodded. "Can you see, brother?"

"Huh? That means li–"

"So, my sister who nolongin me in the back alley that time is not it?" Nia glanced at the small tattoo adorning Zaim's fingers. "So I inget where ta–"

"Can you slide a little? If I slide you who bother you."

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