MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
CONTACTS ++ (PART 2)

It was seen Nia walking half-run following Zaim who was so agile to avoid the places that were fitted with cctv. The two lovebirds were compactly laughing despite seemingly being very hasty. And even though they had just circled the party room, they finally stopped their steps right in front of the door of the janitor room*. They also entered, and not a long time immediately heard a voice that would make the lonely soul of singles ask for help!

*Holymer room.

"Good," whispered Zaim.

"Later dress me dirty."

"Jaudah had just gone up."

Nia laughing. "You are yes. Easy fishing but his hobby is fishing."

Zaim laughed as he lifted Nia up and sat her down on the table. "I can't wait two more years."

"Must be dong. Will stay a little while."

"Make you a minute. But for a rich pervert I'm rich for a century."

Nia laughed again. "Well, how do you keep going? I'm gonna have to graduate High School first."

"Well, what if I really can't? Want to not want me to really have to mess up the marriage sequence."

"Huh? Ngacak-ngacak marriage order ma–"

Nia's words hang, hang for good. It was impossible for Nia to prefer to continue her words instead of focusing on Zaim's kiss that made her body cold hot. But wait, what kiss is this? Why is it different from previous kisses? Why does this kiss feel rougher, wetter and noisier? Then another one is different. Where was that heavy and rough hand moving?

"Za, wait a minute."

"No way" Zaim replied without stopping his kiss here and there.

"Wait di. There's a lot of money coming."

"Emang."

Nia pushes Zaim though in vain. "Jaudah come out."

"No hunting."

"Huh? Meanin?"

"She's been sniffing from earlier."

"Huh? Who are you ma–"

CLAMPS

Again Nia's words again hung, because a woman wearing a janitor's uniform suddenly appeared. The female officer immediately caught Zaim, whose body was partially visible from behind a hiding wall. In his synopsis, Zaim appeared with even a face of shameless words! While tidying up his messy suit, Zaim introduced himself as well as his reasons for entering the janitor room.

" … And I again french kiss*."

*It is a romantic lip kiss with emphasis on tongue skills. The sensation when the tongue touches each other is claimed to increase the hormone oxytocin and reduce stress.

The female officer was just gawking. Either gawking in surprise at the sight of Zaim's sexy muscle behind his messy suit or gawking at it for not knowing what a french kiss is!

"French kiss's. Kiss. Kiss opening. Sebelom unboxing," added Zaim. "Don't you?"

The female officer was still gawking.

"This must be okay, right?" Zaim took out five hundred thousand pieces of money from his pocket.

"Oh yes, sir. Understand," said the female officer at last.

"Why can I pinch the room in about fifteen minutes?"

The female officer nodded quickly, then came out of the janitor room while hugging her windfall tightly.

CLAMPS

"You're crazy, aren't you? Why are you here fifteen minutes to try?" Nia jumped off the table.

"Rapaine again?" Zaim raised Nia's body again and sat her down at the table. "French kiss round two."

Nia did not answer. Even so, Zaim knew that Nia had secretly agreed to his request. Both of them continued the heat action that had been delayed more violently, wetter, and noisier!

CUPS

IN A MOMENT YOUR TRAIN WILL ARRIVE AT THE STATION …

Nia rushes through the crowd to make a transit, following fellow roker*. As usual on a Monday like this Nia will leave an hour and a half early, deliberately to enjoy the crowded city of Jakarta and nasi uduk Bu Jum. Nia's best friend, Vina, would usually wait for him at one of the empty sit-down rice tables, or at the east door of the last station.

*Car group.

"Fix the Vina is waiting in Bu Jum's stall." Nia checked her phone. "There was no chat or phone call from Vina. I went straight there."

"Miss?"

Spontaneous Nia stopped her steps, and turned to the origin of the voice.

"I didn't know you were going to take the train. Alone?"

Nia did not answer, just looking at the innocent face of ex-boyfriend Ikbal Navarro who was completely opposite to his habits.

"Eh? The nia? Wait for. You why? How can you not answer even nyelonong that anyway," added Bunga while blocking Nia. "Nothing wrong?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Eh? Seriously? Wrong what? Brother really doesn't know if you're just in the gini."

Nia shaking. "There really is a yes. Angel face but psychopathic soul. Crazy."

"What the hell are you doing instead of saying ta–"

"I mean Brother entered my room diem-diem and motto my stuff without permission huh?" nia sela. "No telling yourself in the DLL* group*. Still don't want to do me?"

*Duplicate L.K Lovers.

"wait around. By Allah Brother doesn't understand ma–"

"Oh rich Brother needs to be terrorized first yes just understand," interrupted Nia again. "You're terrorized again?"

"The ant! So you've been my neror all this time!"

The angry call of Flowers instantly stopped the activities of the rokers who were relentlessly crowded the transit station. Even so the Flower was indifferent, and chose to continue his exclamation. Flowers who misunderstood Nia as the person who terrorized her all this time no longer hesitated glaring, cursing, and even occasionally pushing Nia. Reasonable. Because of the terror, the flower's life changed completely.

" … I have to take sleeping pills! Not two weeks! Even the consul to the psychologist! Anjir you yes!"

"Oh, thank you. Fair will be," replied Nia.

"What did you say? Fair's? Pain you yes! Lu pi–"

"Well, isn't it Brother who's sick? Because healthy people won't open up people's privacy know not."

Bunga. "Seriously the value of your rich repetition of absent numbers, your pants with strawberry motifs, and your little picture of a rich puffiness that you call privacy?" Flowers back up. "Baper lu anjir!"

Nia is back to shake. "There is no benefit in talking to sick people."

"Gue doesn't hurt Anjir! You are sick!" Interesting flower Nia backpack. "Aware who are you? You're just an orphan living in my ex's house! So don't worry about you!"

Nia brushed off the hand of the Flower gripping her backpack. "Yes yes, whatever your brother wants to say. I can get maklumin. My brother is sick."

"The ant!"

BRACKET

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IN A MOMENT THE TRAIN TO JAKARTA KOTA A SERIES OF TWELVE TRAINS …

"Revelation! Ask the way for a way," shouted one security as he continued to blow his whistle.

"Reverse! Someone fell into the tracks!" Other security yells no less exciting.

The security officers were seen scattering from all directions, and without hesitation plunged into the track to save Nia who immediately collapsed after being pushed by Bunga. The frightened flower intends to run away, but swiftly bent by the rokers. The evacuation of Nia took place dagdigdug because the sound of the arrival of the train was increasingly clear from a distance.

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