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I don't understand what I'm doing right now. I just came home from a television show tapping, it just happened to be late afternoon and I don't know why I turned my car into Zea's store. You can call myself crazy, reckless, wishy-washy or whatever. I don't care. What is clear is that now I am here in Zea's shop and looking for the guy.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mom?"

I still don't really ponder the shopkeeper's questions and am still busy looking for Zea's whereabouts.

"I'm sorry, brother, find who?"

"Zea," I said in the end.

"Can I help you?"

This time I looked and shook my head. "I'm looking for Zea, is she here?"

"I'm sorry, sister, Miss Zea is out again. There is a message that I can help convey, later when his sister Zea returned later I convey to him."

I thought for a moment and shook my head. "no need. If so, excuse me" I said later.

I decided to go straight away in shame, regardless of the expression of the servant before I actually left. Bodo very, I don't care.

I don't even know what I just did. Why did I suddenly come here?

Not wanting to be too dizzy, I then decided to get into the car and wanted to decide to go straight home. But given my chaotic thoughts now, I don't think I can go back to my own home. Therefore I finally decided to go home Kak Isa, at least let me not be too lazy.

However, just finished I wear a seat belt, suddenly my phone rang. Mama's name is listed on the screen, before turning on the car I decided to answer the phone first. Afraid of nagging over the phone while driving.

"Yes, hello, Ma."

"Za, it's Mama."

"Yes, Ma, Eza knows, Eza's a simple Mama number. So you don't have to say anything, Eza knows."

I like this weird thing sometimes. Yesterday as a child I did not simply the number of his parents, could-can be labeled as disobey ntar me.

"Let's guess, who's Mama?"

I'm clucking faintly. This is why me anyway? Even play guessing again.

"What the hell, Ma? Eza is no longer in the mood to play guessing, next time. Mending straight to the point."

"Your boyfriend is the same again."

"I mean Mama?" oh, no, my question is wrong, "now where do you let me go. Mama share loc!"

"Wait a minute, Mama matain first her phone connection, abis it's just Mama share location."

Clik. Connection interrupted. I wait anxiously Mama send share location at this time. My brain wanders, this is not possible what I found nyokap Zea? But if not who is Zea? I was a little worried, between hoping that it was him but on the other hand hoping that Mama was teasing me.

I immediately drove the car to the location that Mama sent, leaving the Zea store area. My brain has been thinking all kinds because the location that Mama sent is a cake shop.

Wait, wait, this is why am I even supposed to be there? He really likes to cook, but if the business of dessert and perkuean tuh, nyokap I less painstaking and patient. He prefers to buy because it is complicated. But now? Why could it be there? Wanna what?

My body immediately took a peek, when it found Mama was really with Zea. Unconsciously my mouth gawked shortly after. The two seemed to be chatting as if they had known each other for a long time. Buset, I've never talked so much with Zea, why do I already steal the start anyway?

Although a little annoyed, I finally approached the two.

"Mama what the hell?" I protested while whispering.

"What's? What's Mama doing?"

I then grimaced awkwardly to Zea. "Hi, sorry, yes, I like this. Sok cool. He doesn't make you uncomfortable, does he?"

"It's okay, not at all. Mama Kak Eza is very good, so it does not make me feel uncomfortable at all," said Zea with a sweet smile.

Her smile is so sweet, my God. I've lemes seen.

I smiled thinly. I guess now I don't argue anymore. I must admit that I am interested in Zea because this woman is this attractive. I don't think it's a big sin, would it be if in the end I would really fall in love with this woman?

"Sister Eza?" call Zea while waving her hand. My daydreams instantly crumbled.

"Yes, how?"

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Mama hit me on the shoulder a little hard. "You are, yes, called Mama nyut nyut turn who calls a beautiful girl immediately nyahut. Surely you are, "he later said.

I gawked for a moment. Huh huh? When did Mama call?

"Udah, don't hah-heh aja, come on, Anterin Mama home," he asked later. He then responded to Zea in a softer tone, "Sir Zea if it's Aunt first, yes, actually sometime play to the house of Auntie," then, obviously, I protested.

So good Mama said it?

Quickly I apologize and then leave first. Because I guess if I guess he hasn't finished shopping.