Sweet Child OR Hot Daddy
Alva Maximillan Harison's

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Azhea Putri Florenza, a 19-year-old Indonesian girl who is getting worse and worse, at least, that's what Sindi had in mind. But Sindi must understand that. Because, anyone who is in the position of Zhea, will definitely experience it. In fact, if it were Sindi, the girl would rather commit suicide, rather than accept the fact that her only relative, her father, would willingly sell herself for money. Is anything worse than that?

However, that shameful and disgusting incident had already passed. Passing, but that does not mean freezing. It was evident that Azhalea, who was once a smiling and cheerful girl, had now turned 180 degrees into a quiet, dim-witted figure, with dark circles under her eyes. Azhalea spoke only occasionally, and a little more when only with Sindi.

45 Days have passed. And if anyone asks how the father of the savage Zhe is, then it is true, Salim is in a fog looking for the whereabouts of Zhe. The man even went to Sindi's house and ruffled the Sindi residence, which was immediately followed up by Sindi's father's men. Make no mistake, Sindi's father was a big businessman in their city. If even a few dared to touch his daughter, then that person would die.

In addition, Salim also searched for Zhe at his campus, however, the campus said that Zhe had stopped attending college since then. Because the day after the embarrassing incident, Zhe was really preparing his scholarship to New York. The girl takes care of the passport, while going to the embassy office and others. Zhe is also required to live in a dormitory with several other scholarship recipients from various cities in Indonesia to undergo a series of activities.

And now, this is where Zhea is.

John F International Airport. Kennedy - Gate of Arrival.

If the incident never happened, then, Zhe would be happy like dozens of other scholarship recipients. For God's sake, he's setting foot at New York's JFK International airport! The airport is a dream for millions of people in the world, and is freely accepted by Azhalea Pitri Florenza.

However, for Zhea, everything was too ordinary. The feeling of pleasure in his heart, for some reason it was gone was not left. The goal here is not to learn, nor to have fun. For Zhe, if going to New York could make him far from his dark experience and the figure of a savage man like Salim, then, that would be more than enough.

"As explained, tonight, you 15 sleep in a New York University dormitory. Tomorrow, 8 o'clock, you should be ready because we will do the University Tour, which is followed by monthly money collection and other briefings. Do you understand?" A potbellied middle-aged man looked disheveled, making them nod, "Ready, understand, sir!"

"Well, please get on the bus, and. I say, Welcome to New York!"

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Zhea yawned for the second time. Last night, she couldn't sleep because her roommates seemed to be gossiping, and-blablabla. Their voices almost pissed Zhe off. Not because it was too loud, only, they continued to insinuate Zhe with the nickname arrogant child. Well, indeed, since the first time they were met, only Zhe could not blend in. Zhe is too individual. Beautiful, indeed. But who can stand such an arrogant woman?

But for Zhea, it was not a problem at all. He didn't care how others judged him, because they had absolutely no idea what had happened in Zhe's life.

The girl looked at her selfie-looking friends, or asked other friends to take pictures of her, do various poses, and take videos. That is, typical of today's man. They will be competing to find a good figure to be exhibited on social media. And it made Zhea sick, even though in reality, she used to be.

Zhe chose to leave the horde and continue on his own journey. One thing that can make Zhe feel at home is the University park that looks so spacious with trees. Because it is summer, the park looks so green and cool. It is a really good atmosphere to learn.

The girl chose to sit on a long bench while staring at her friends who were still busy taking pictures with their cameras. Then, his gaze was fixed towards the clear-looking sky. He also took a long breath. For him, New York is impossible. And right now, he's getting that impossibility.

Then his eyes shifted to the left side. He looked at a girl who was about 1 year younger than him, with a middle-aged man who seemed to rub his head affectionately. Then the girl seemed to curl her lips while patting the old man's hand, and they laughed together. Without even asking, everyone knew that they were father and son.

Father and son, who should act as father and son.

Zhe's chest suddenly tight. His eyes are heating up, too,

he was completely unaware of his tears

which began to drip.

"Don't cry, Zhea, don't!" Oliv whispered to himself, biting his lower lip hard. However, all seemed futile as her tears flowed more and more. Defense destroyed. The girl so missed the figure of the father who would wipe her hair gently, then hugged her when she was frightened.

"I just found out, there's someone who's crying so badly for a scholarship to a top university."

A baritone voice rang out, making Zhe instantly speechless. Then, a piece of tissue stretched out right before Zhea's eyes, making the girl raise her eyebrows confused. He immediately looked back to see the owner of the arm, oh, shit. Zhe even realized that there was someone sitting behind his back.

Goddamnit!

This guy is very handsome.

Zhea took the piece of tissue and rubbed it over her face. After that, he straightened his body again to turn his back on the man.

"Thanks." -." Short Zhe.

"Do you like selfies?" Instead of leaving, the man asked something that could raise Zhea's eyebrows. Zhe had absolutely no intention of answering the man's question, yet, suddenly, the man sat down next to Zhe.

"You're one of them, right?" The man continued, making Zhe turn his head, "Are you always talking a lot with someone you just met?"

The man laughed, "Actually, I'm quite cold."

Zhe rolled his eyeballs, "No way."

But in her heart, Zhea believed what the man said. That means, that guy is really handsome. Her hair was not combed, but it looked charming. Without having to ask, Zhea could tell that this man was a dream. And usually, the dream man is expensive selling.

"Indeed unbelievable," The man smiled widely.

"I'm Alva. Alva Maximillan Harison," She handed him her hand,

made Zhe look at the man with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not used to strangers."

"Oh, that's hurt." Alva held onto his chest, as if a sword had struck his heart. But then the man smiled, "Do you want me to take a picture? You have to tell your friends that New York University is beautiful!"

Zhea sighed, "No. Thank you." Thank you."

"If it's a cell phone number, okay?" Alva smiled widely, making Zhe again raise her eyebrows, "Such cheezy."

"Aw, you don't refuse Alva, sweetheart," Alva smiled, then picked up the phone that was in Zhea's grasp.

"God!" Zhe shouted in annoyance, but the man only smiled as he launched his action to write his mobile number on Zhea's phone. After that, Alva pressed the green button and a call came into her phone.

"Thank you, emm, what's your name? Or should I name him, honey?"

"You really are!" Grunts Zhe was annoyed. The girl was about to move when she realized her friends were no longer in the place where they had taken the pictures.

"Crap! Where's them?!" Zhe shouted stifledly, then turned his head towards Alva with a sharp look.

"****! You are! Argh!" Zhea snapped in annoyance, but the one who was yelled at just chuckled and shook his head, "Do you want me to drive?"

Zhea left the place resentfully without caring about the man. The man who seemed to be smiling so widely after the departure of the irritable scholarship girl.

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