The Idol Angel
Eps 1's

"Are you sure you want to make your decision to continue your study there?"

"God's Insha, Zia is sure of Bun" Zia answered with a mantab.

"Have you found out any info about the country? how are your living expenses there, son? You know what your income is. Salary from your father's pension is enough for your living expenses there? Isn't the cost of living there really big, son?" the consecutive questions were asked to Zia for her decision to continue studying abroad.

"Zia's been looking for information about the country, too, Bun. For the daily living costs Zia there is still money savings kok, Bun. Zia can also run Zia's online shop business from there. Dad's retirement money can be for extras too, right?" Said Zia so that her mother does not need to worry too much about her life there.

"But Mommy is worried about releasing your daughter in a land of people, son. You know what life outside is. You're just alone in there, too,"

"Wherever Zia is, Zia always needs a prayer from the mother for all the good of Zia, Bun." Zia was still trying to convince her beloved woman.

"Alright if that's what you want, son. Mother believes in you. Keep the Mother's trust. Do not let your association get past the limits that have been determined by God," Rumi finally resigned to the wishes of the princess only wayangnya.

****

POV Zia

Hi...!

My name is Zia Aulia. I'm the only child of an Alm couple. Mr. Hendro Aulia and Ms. Rumi Lestari. I have a height not too short and not too high, only 155cm. Many friends say I am beautiful with my pure white skin. But it doesn't make me feel proud, I can only be grateful to be given this perfect physique to God.

I'm not a girl who gets along easily with everyone. I am a person who is a little closed in the association, therefore I do not have too many friends. I can only feel comfortable when I meet the right people to be around me.

Since my father's departure three years ago, my life and mother's life have been full of obstacles. Starting from the financial situation of the mother who rises and falls, to where the mother must maintain her pride as an honorable widow.

It is not easy for me and my mother to live life without the figure of the man we love so much. But that didn't make me and my mom give up on our lives.

Now I have graduated high school with satisfactory grades. I was one of the top students in school and I also mastered three foreign languages. Until I finally got a scholarship from a famous university in Korea. And it was not released because of the work of my best friend Mia Mahendra aka Mia, who unbeknownst to me applied for a scholarship using my name.

The reason Mia applied for a scholarship for me to the country really didn't make sense to me. He said that he was easy to meet with his idols in the country. What does this have to do try? I'm not an artist or idol either, so there is little possibility and can't even meet an idol, right?

POV end

****

Drrr.... Drrr.... Drrr....

In the third ringing Zia raised the side of her smartphone. "Assalamualaikum, Mother..."

"I'm packing my luggage again." Zia stopped her activities for a moment. "Aren't you home to help me?" ask Zia.

"No. I'm out there, Juan. After all, we meet to eat meatballs near your house, just" proposed Mia.

"Yes, I'm leaving in three days, Mi,"

"If I can't tomorrow. Must come papa to nemenin social service,"

"Yes, that's it. I want to continue packing things first so that no one will be left behind," whereas Zia wants to spend her remaining time with her best friend.

"yes, I want to meet Juan again. Assalamualaikum Zi -,"

"Wa Allaikumussalam warahmatullah."

tuttts...

The phone connection was cut off, and a while later Zia looked for the mother who was struggling in the kitchen. The aroma of the mother's cooking is sensed by the smell of the child.

"Emmm... fragrance..," by looking at her head from behind her shoulder, Zia peeked at what was being cooked by her mother.

"Gee... Mother again cook Zia's favorite rendang yes, Bun?" Zia's enthusiastic face was seen when she saw what her mother had cooked.

"Hmmm... Make beloved Mother's child. Soon again you can not always eat indo cuisine again if you are already in Korea, let alone rendang."

"Everything Bun, just look for an Indonesian restaurant. If not every month you send Zia seasoning - Indonesian seasoning that does not exist in Korea," yupz... today nothing is difficult, right? Not like ancient times who want to give hard news.

"Yes yes... That's easy. Dah cepet eaten, bertar again enter Isya time,"

...****************...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Greetings to readers...

This is the author's first work and purely his own work.

this work is just fictitious. Sorry if there are similarities in the names of characters, time and place.