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The Pov 3

When Zidan entered the house, he was immediately greeted with a fragrant smell of chicken opor. He then glanced at his watch, it was ten in less than fifteen minutes. He had just returned home from his afternoon shift but why was his sister still cooking? He quickly stepped into their kitchen and was surprised to find that the younger brother was still wearing his clothes this morning, busy in front of the stove.

"Astagfirullah, Dek, you just came home?"

Zea turned to the older brother for a while and returned to stirring her cooking. "No, it was quite a bit earlier." he shifted his body to take a spoon, which he used to taste the results of his cooking, "take it first, Mas!" he said while offering a spoon of opor sauce cooking.

"Add a little water," said Zidan after finishing the tasting, he then handed the spoon back to the sister, "it has been said that the cook was not salty, make high blood as well."

"Astagfirullah, Mas, this is still salience too? Though I don't think there's a taste of this loh."

Zidan immediately glared sharply. "That's the base of his camera who wants to eat salt. I've told you how many times anyway, you don't like salty too, remember everything that excess is not good. Now you take a shower, let me keep it!" his orders were intending to grab the spatula Zea held. However, with no less nimble movement the girl dodged so that her spatula still remained in hand.

"Mending Mas Zidan who took a shower, I finish this and we continue to eat together. Mas Zidan's new antiseptic, "sticks Zea's nose while pinching her nose.

"I still smell anti-septic, are you? Dry smell, Dek, have your hunt take a shower!"

Zea did not lose. "Well, it's because I smell dry. So mending Mas Zidan took a shower first!"

Zidan pointed at Zea and himself in turn. "Who are you?"

"Mas Zidan."

"So who should obey whom?"

Zea glared at him without accepting. "Who conceived that concept?" the reply was not received.

"I. What do you want?"

Zea's lips immediately frowned. She then turned off the stove and slightly pulled her pashmina hijab. "Yes already gini, we eat first abis it just take a shower. After all, our bathroom is not one to replace," he said final.

Zidan chuckled amusedly. "Feeding has just taken a shower, come back, Deck."

"Eat first, Mas, let's not brush your teeth again. Yuk, ah, eat!" take Zea then, "pursue Mas Zidan take the rice."

"Take it yourself, Mas where know your meal portions if it's this curfew."

He then moved towards the plate rack to pick up the rice. "There's no sambal, Dek? Or is that chilli?"

"There was. Bentar, yesterday I was sent that same one of them, but sambel squid, Mas. Wouldn't you?"

Zidan immediately prevented the younger brother. "No, I ate it with chili."

Zea nodded in understanding and then stopped taking the sambal he meant. He then chose to move to take the rice. Then eat with my sister.

"Sister, he said Bude and Pakde wanted to go to Jakarta," said Zea before bribing his nation.

"When?"

Zidan nodded in understanding. "Yes already, later if they have already arrived in Jakarta tell ngabarin aja let Mas pick up."

Hearing the brother's words, Zea immediately sneered. Sok can really this Masnya, not very self-conscious. Zea grouse in the heart. Already know his working hours like to be uncertain, the pretenders want to invite again. Substantial.

"So, I'm sure you can, Mom, you're gonna pick me up."

"Yes, it will be destroyed."

Zea shook her head. "No, let Zea pick you up. My working hours are more flexible than Mas Zidan's, so it's easier to manage."

"So, cocky!"

"Wild, envy say, boss!"

Zea and Zidan are two orphaned brothers who are taken care of and raised by his Pakde and Bude. Both of their parents died when they were children. At that time Zidan was still in first grade middle school, while Zea was still in fourth grade elementary school. Once both of his parents died, both immediately moved to Jogjakarta with his Pakde and Bude who did live there. They just moved back to Jakarta when they started entering college. Initially, both Zidan and Zea want him to continue studying in Jogjakarta only, because considering the cost of living and others may feel heavier, their heart's intention is to save. But Pakde and Bude they forced them to study in Jakarta.

"Oh, yes, Dek, according to Mas, if the artist wants to modusin you, mending you far away."

Zea's forehead shriveled in wonder. Why is this brother suddenly talking about Eza?

"Why did Mas Zidan say that?"

"So, according to Mas, he's not too serious about you."

"On what basis did Mas Zidan say that? Mas Zidan has proof that Eza is not serious?"

Zidan clucked while putting down his spoon because he happened to have finished eating it. "Because Mas is a guy, Mas knows which one is serious, and which one is not serious. Anyway, Dek, you guys don't know very well, just know a glimpse of doang. It was also a betrothed country with his fans, most also he deketin you just to rise in popularity only. The entertainment industry is just like that, Dek."

"But I don't think Eza's sister is that type."

"If even Eza isn't that type, what do you think his company's agency is? Yes it will be, willing to do anything for the sake of the increase in popularity of his artist, Za. Yeah, well, that's the concept, Dek."

"I know Mas Zidan again instigated me!"

Zea immediately looked at the older brother with her flat gaze. While the one who was stared at immediately put on a suspicious face with both eyes narrowed.

"Do you really like Eza?"

"Now I ask Mas Zidan, which woman does not like Eza?"

Zidan gawked in disbelief. "So you're one of their fans?"

Zea nodded quickly in response. Zidan still looks pretty shocked, he thinks the sister is not like the woman around him who is so craving a figure Eza. But it turns out that his sister became one of them.

Come to think of it is difficult to reject the charm of Eza who paras handsome with a face to Arab-arabannya. Not to mention the thin brew that adds to the man's charm. A sharp nose, a tall body. Well, come to think of it as true also what the sister said. Which woman can resist the charm of Eza?