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New Impression

Zea was surprised to see me coming. In addition to being surprised, his expression changed like he was less fond of my existence. Is my arrival not right now?

"What is Eza doing here?"

For your information, I am currently in an orphanage where Zea is doing a charity event. I'm not sure if this is called a charity event or not, because there are no journalists or even documentation teams. I know Zea's whereabouts here because of her Instastory which I happen to recognize is where, so I know.

I came uninvited or unannounced, so it was natural that Zea was shocked but my goal was to give her a surprise. But it seems like this is outside the plan.

I scratched my head wrong. "You want to help with the plan, but it's like it's been pretty crowded here, huh?"

Zea nodded. "No need, sister, we are quite people, anyways we share not as much as that until need help Kak Eza. So my suggestion mending Kak Eza immediately go home, mumpung no one has realized the existence of Brother."

This is a firm pushout? I really can't get kicked out here? Butwhy? What's my fault?

"I'm expelled?"

Zea looked at me flatly then nodded quickly.

"I don't want to be involved in the news that is not with Kak Eza. That's enough, brother, I can't. So for the common good, my advice is to let Eza go now."

I feel guilty. Maybe I was wrong because it came suddenly without telling. Not wanting to protest, I nodded and left. However, just as my body turned and this leg had only stepped twice, someone called my name.

"Eh, isn't that Eza's sister? Eza Shariq, right?"

Spontaneously I turned to the origin of the voice while grimacing awkwardly then greeting the one who called me.

"Hi!"

The woman who called me called out immediately. "Well, really, yes, this is Sister Eza Shariq. Geez, abis dream what I semalem can meet the top artist."

I glanced at Zea hesitatingly. The woman glared and coded for me to leave quickly. However, as if I had no fear, I immediately walked up to the woman and greeted her up close.

"Hi, it's really me Eza Shariq. What's your name?"

Instead of answering, the woman instead returned to scream in excitement while jumping around unclear. Of course, it attracts attention around. I was honestly a little surprised when I saw it. Then shortly after I was mobbed by many people until I myself felt overwhelmed. My body was pulled-up, my cheeks were pinched with anxiety and it hurt enough, even I almost fell because I wasn't ready.

I turned towards Zea, intending to ask for help but the woman instead gawked away and continued her activities and just left.

I can't believe it. A little daydreaming made me finally lose my balance and fall.

Buset, these children of the power parlors do not play games either, I've lost this way. But fortunately, shortly after, a man came and helped me out of the crowd.

"Come, orderly children! Can't push the kasian Kak Ezanya until it falls, later if Kak Eza why-why do you want if asked for responsibility?"

"No, sister, you can't be in the storm and push again, soon Kak Zea wants to teach you how to make a good cake. Yuk, everybody get ready!" the man's instructions and miraculously all the children instantly complied and just scattering away.

Honestly, I can't be surprised to see it.

"Sorry, yes, forgive them. You're not papa, are you?" ask the man.

I nodded in understanding because, to be honest, it was common. Mostly if people have noticed that it is me, which I will experience yes like this. Retractable, pushed, pinched, even sometimes until the claw is also if again apes.

"It's okay, it's my fault too."

"Eza's." I answered the man's hand.

"Yes, I know. Uh, budah, that's your hand like it's a wound, let me check." The man who introduced himself as Zidan was checking my slightly scratched arm, not in the scratch but quite wide, "just a moment, I call Zea first, yes, make help treat."

I immediately shook my head quickly. "Eh, there's no need, anyways this is just a little scratch."

Although I actually want the mode, but when I remember the sharp eye plotting earlier, I became a bit horrified also if treated Zea later.

"But this wound is a bit wide, where dirty again, if not cleaned continuously treated that there can be infection."

Without waiting for my answer, Zidan just left. It took me a little longer than I expected, Zea finally came up with her pouting expression.

"If you just want to get rid of people why come here anyway?" cold ketus.

Where is the friendly smile I usually see? This is only the third meeting if not wrong, and this is the first time I have found an unusual look on my face, which Zea showed. Wait, wait, this isn't her true nature, is it? What I mean is that the usual smile is not a fake smile?

"Aren't you satisfied, brother?"

"Here am I making a mistake or is this your real nature?"

"The real nature I don't need you to know, brother. The point is once I'm done with my wound medicine, sister Eza can go."

"If I don't want to?"

"What?"

"Gue curious about the same lo, for several times we bales-balesan DM we continue to meet twice, in my opinion, you are not a cool person ketus gini deh. But why did it suddenly turn out this way."

"Sister Eza asked the same fans Brother."

My fans?

"meaning?"

I looked at Zea not understanding. The woman clucked while pressing hard on my wound, it made me complain of pain.

"Aw.. aw.. sick, Ze, slow down dong!"

Zea did not open her voice and just focused on cleaning my wound, the difference is now that the movement is softening again.

"While I don't know what my fans have confessed to you, on behalf of them I want to represent to apologize, yes. Sorry, if they hurt you, be it intentional or not."

"Udah is done, Brother, Sister Eza can go," he said ignoring my sentence after he finished putting waterproof plaster on my wound.

"Gue came here to help you even though," said I honestly.

"No need," Zea refused in her soft voice, "Sir Eza can leave now," he just left.

I was only able to sigh while staring at Zea's back that was getting away. A faint whisper sounded shortly after. Abis made a mistake what the hell did I get diginiin?