Sweet Child OR Hot Daddy
Fifth Day I Know Alva (I Admit I Love Him)

"Lo's not sleeping, Sin?" Zhea stared at her watch, which showed at 11 o'clock by 15 p.m. Which means, in Indonesia, it's almost midnight.

"Gue's dreaming of having a guy like Alva." Sindi's words made Zhea chuckle, "By the way, I hope yes. I'm leaving,"

Sindi cleared her throat briefly, "May you know her full name Alva? I want to do a walk until dapet,"

Zhe chuckled again, "Gue forgot the real Stalker elo, huh? Her name is Alva Harisoon. H-A-R-I-S-Oganda O-N."

Sindi cleared her throat again, "Noted it. Alva Harisoon's. Yaudah sono goes lo, hus!", Zhea says good night then turns off her phone and puts it in a suitcase.

A few days ago, Zhe earned monthly money for apartment rent and living expenses for the next month. And yesterday, Alva had accompanied him all day to find an apartment suitable for Zhea to live in. Their choice fell on an apartment located 2 kilometers from the campus. And strategically, the apartment is right in front of the bus stop, so it will be easy for Zhe to travel anywhere. In addition, the rent is also cheap, and coincidentally close to the housing where Alva lives.

Today, Zhe plans to move into the apartment soon. Zhea had brought all the money that he had promised to be paid today. In addition, Zhe had also brought her things into the suitcase. Indeed, the girl became the last person to move out of the dorm, as her friends had already moved into the apartment since yesterday. They live in the same apartment looking together. Unlike Zhe who was looking with Alva and only had time to pack his things this morning.

Speaking of Alva, because it was bad to trouble the man constantly, Zhe forced him not to drop Zhea's move. Anyway, today is Saturday. Alva must have had other activities with her friends, and Zhe wouldn't bother her.

Before going to the apartment he was going to rent, Zhe accidentally stopped by the supermarket to shop for his needs. The girl took some money and put the rest in the suitcase. The girl looked back and forth, looking for a daycare that she did not meet at all. To bring a suitcase into a supermarket is impossible. People will call her crazy girl.

Zhe glanced at the corner of the supermarket courtyard and smiled broadly. There were many used sacks there, making Zhe immediately run to the place. Zhe put his suitcase to sleep and covered it with a used sack, before finally walking into the supermarket.

Zhea shopped a wide variety of vegetables and instant foods for her week-long supply. After shopping, Zhe paid for everything at the cashier and came out immediately. The girl walked cheerfully towards the corner of the courtyard to return with her suitcase.

However, the girl gasped when the old sacks that had been in the corner of the courtyard were absent. Yeah, there's no. Not just his old sack, but Zhea's suitcase.

I repeat. Suitcase Zhea.

"What??? Aaaaah!!" Zhe immediately ran and searched for the whereabouts of his suitcase. God fucking. Zhe will definitely die. Zhea would really die if she didn't manage to get her suitcase back.

"You're really serious about that scholarship girl? I mean, she's pretty sexy. But, comeon. Scholarship girls aren't your taste, are they?" Richard patted Alva on the shoulder. Making Alva give off the cigarette smoke that he just smoked. Alva is at Richard's house.

"Look, just a few days to know you rarely get together with us. Did he take you to study? Are you now a geeky thanks to him?" Richard's grunt again, causing Alva to throw his pack of cigarettes into Richard's head, "You sound like a jealous girlfriend, you know?"

They laughed, then Richard got up from his seat and drew closer to Alva, "Dude, I don't hate him, instead.. I feel sorry for that girl. He's here to study. You don't ruin it."

Alva breathed. He was not left thinking with the thoughts of those around him. Yeah, Alva knows, he's a player, a playboy. But, couldn't a player try to be loyal to the girl he was after?

"Later tonight, we're going to the club. I'll introduce you to Savana. Believe me, she's really sexy" Richard said.

Alva looked at the man, "Listen, Azhalea is different."

"And since he's different, you're trying to conquer him? Come on's. She's the same as any other girl. See? She blushed as we teased the two of you. He's the same, can't stand your charm. Believe me, when you get it, you'll get bored. Because you finally realized that he's too easy to get." Richard's words managed to hit the inside of Alva's heart. Is it true that Alva was only curious about Azhalea? Is it true that feeling will disappear, leaving Alva who will only hurt the girl in the end?

"Asian Girl, bro. He won't stand your other attitude." Richard continued, making Alva even more worried.

The man closed his eyes, for some reason Zhea's figure was now haunting his mind.

"Man, you need refreshing." Richard threw the keys to the sport bike which was instantly captured by the Alva.

"Barusan, Black said there'd be a race at Brooklyn St. You should come. Refresh your mind, and I know, this is the only thing that can help you."

"Man seriously, I'm not in the mood." Alva sighed, making Richard sneer cynically, "Don't be a coward, Alva."

Richard's last sentence makes the wild side of Alva rise. The man walked towards the sports motorcycle that Richard had prepared. He even ignored phone calls from his father, which probably only added to the dizziness in his head.

***

It was getting dark, and this is where Zhea was. The girl cursed her stupidity in front of the bus stop near the apartment she was going to rent. God fucking. Only a fool would leave all his stuff in the supermarket yard, and that fool would be Zhea. The girl searched around, asking everyone who passed by, forcing the supermarket to show their CCTV cameras, but was clearly rejected. They thought Zhea was a lunatic and told the security guards to expel her. Zhe was almost desperate. All the stuff is in the suitcase. Moreover, house rent and living money for the next month is in there. Although Xhe still had to be grateful for important letters until the passport is still neatly stored in his bag. But, for God's sake, how could he calm down if his fate a month ahead would be completely unclear?

Zhea finally chose to walk for one and a half kilometers to reach the apartment he came with Alva.for sure, he did, the landlord was kind enough to let Zhe stay first and wait a few weeks to pay for it. Well, that's really true, because, come on. It's New York, guys!

And what Zhea was afraid of happened. The apartment owner refused the girl outright. If only Alva was next to her, perhaps, the flirtatious widow would still allow her, well, no one could resist Alva's charm, remember? But the thing is, Zhea couldn't possibly call Alva and go back to bothering the man. After all, how could Zhe call Alva if her phone was also in the suitcase? Yes, Zhe remembered how he turned off his phone and stored it in a suitcase. What the ****.

Zhe slumped his head and shouted in annoyance. Next to her, the junk snacks and beer cans that Zhea had bought at the supermarket were scattered because of the thirsty and hungry girl. ****, Zhea really looks like a crazy person right now.

"Yes God! Why is my life so bad! Argh!!!" Zhe crying. The girl really didn't know what to do. The girl picked up her sixth beer can and started drinking it again, making her laugh amusedly, then scream, then laugh and cry.

"Azhalea!"

Zhe looked up, and right. Alva, who was wearing a helmet, was trying to get off his motorcycle. The man took off his helmet and sat down in front of Zhe.

Alva Harison's. The man who somehow always comes when Zhe is crying. Remember when Alva gave him a piece of tissue on the first day they met? Then Alva took her around New York? Then it was Alva who kissed her lips and eased her cries? Alva who gave him a reason to live? Alva. Alva Harison who may have been God destined to be an Azhalea booster.

Zhea looked at the handsome man before her with a wide smile, she loved the man. The man with the charming smile he met in the campus garden less than a week ago. Oh, how weak Zhea will charm, the man was even able to make Zhe love him in a short period of time. Very brief.

"Alva," Call Zhea. The girl couldn't stand it anymore. Alva's eyes, Alva's nose, Alva's lips, somehow, tonight, they're all tempting to try. Say that Zhe is*****, because all he wants to do is eat it immediately. Zhea lunged at Alva's body, scooping the man's pink lips that looked tantalizing. Alva swore in disbelief. Oh, yes, Alva must understand because the girl in front of him is in a bad state. Yes, this girl is really drunk.

"Reply me!" Zhea said annoyed, but Alva did not budge. It made Zhe even more wildly play his lips, biting Alva's lips. Oh, girls. Does Zhea not know how dangerous an Alva is?

"Zhea, stop. What's got you here?" Zhe snorted in annoyance, the girl puffed her cheeks because Alva forcibly stopped her kiss. Seeing that, Alva chuckled amusedly. It was not yet time for Alva to show how asshole he was, or, that man would indeed never dare to show how much of a jerk he was in front of Azhalea. He liked the girl in front of him.

"All my money is gone. My things are gone. I was confused what to do. I was confused where to stay. You know, that's my scholarship money for the next month. And I'm gonna be a bum the next month." Azhalea laughed and cried simultaneously.

"Why is God so unfair to me?" This time Zhea put her face down and cried out loud. He really couldn't believe what was going on in his life. For God's sake, she's only been living in New York for a few days and she doesn't know anyone so close except Alva Harison. Well, he can't guarantee that Alva thinks he's close.

"Come with me, Zhea." Alva's sweet remarks made Zhe look up, staring at the man intensely by demanding an honest remark.

"I won't bother you, Alva." Whisper Zhe, because I love you.

"You're not bothering me at all," Alva grabbed onto Zhea's body, staring fixedly at those black eyes.

"You're going with me." Say Alva with a smile as sweet as honey.

"Your father wouldn't like to see you carry a girl around." Zhea tried to make excuses. Let him be a vagrant. Clearly, he would not trouble the man he loved.

"You're not just any girl, you're my girl."

It took a few minutes for Zhea to digest Alva's words. What say? Did Alva just call her my girl?

Zhea's face flushed. Either because of blushing, or too happy. Again, look at that handsome guy. Trying to find the lie in Alva's eyes, and again not finding the gap of the lie.

"Be my lover." Alva continued again, making Zhea now open her mouth. He intoxicated. It must be the hangover effect, right? Where is it possible, an Alva Harison asked a scholarship girl to seem to be a lover?

Seeing the shock, Alva was convinced that the answer was yes. "I'm home,"

***

It took an hour to ease the effects of Azhalea's hangover by drinking three glasses of warm chocolate, before they finally made their way to Alva's house.

Alva parked her bike in the courtyard of a luxury two-story European-style house. Truly elegant, like a house in Zhea's wishful thinking. The girl clucked in awe, making Alva embrace her even closer.

"Dad's home yet?" Alva seemed to ask himself when he saw his father's sports car was parked neatly in the garage, plus the lights of the house were on.

Suddenly, Zhea was stiff. The girl just stayed in her place, while Alva tried to pull her in, "Come on, sweetheart, what's wrong with you?"

Zhea's face flushed red, between because Alva called her sweetheart, and because she was nervous about meeting Alva's father in person.

"I, me, your father. Me," Zhea was really nervous. The girl did not want to enter Alva's house, making Alva laugh amusedly at Zhea's behavior, "Come on, take it easy, she was not as scary as she looked. Come on, don't be nervous."

Zhea finally nodded. The girl let Alva walk in front of her. Zhe followed behind.

Alva begins to open the door that Zhea believes is the main door of the house. Next to the door, there is a large inscription containing the road, block, and number of the house. In addition, it also says the name of the owner of the house.

William Harisoon's.

Oh, so Alva's father was William Harisoon? Zhea smiled broadly for a while. Yeah, just a few moments.

Because in the next second, Zhe's smile completely disappeared without a remnant. Replaced with an expressionless stern look.

Wait for. Is William Harison the father of Alva Harison?

Zhea swore, Zhea wants to disappear right now.