The Love Equations
TLE03

The campus hours were finished early because there were some lecturers who were busy somewhere finally the class was dissolved. Zahira stepped towards the campus parking lot, where her car was located. As he opened the car door, a voice called out to him.

“Zahira Nadavine Putri” shouted the old man who was none other than Luhan.

Zahira incised his gaze towards the voice, he was surprised how Luhan could find out his full name. His steps were waiting for the man to approach him. Luhan walked over and stood in front of Zahira, looking at the girl closely, and Zahira looked back but with an intimidating look waiting for the man to say the purpose of calling her.

“From now on elo belongs to me” Luhan said briefly, then pulled Zahira into his arms.

Zahira was surprised, he hit Luhan's chest that was clutching his body and pushed the man's body away from him, coincidentally no one was in the parking lot at the time. Zahira freely slapped the man's face, which the college man believed to be a celebrity.

“Elo crazy!! If you want to find a cheap girl here, I'm not the one!” cecar Zahira while exhaling a breath that feels heavy.

“Gue not looking for cheap girls, really. But I'm looking for a girl who is kind of like elo” said Luhan while pinching Zahira's cheek. Which made the girl even more fiery from anger.

“ Turns out slap does not make elo aware yes!” zahira said the more heated, instead of staying away from Luhan he was getting closer to Luhan.

"Gue is not afraid of you. Elo think I fly it right after lo baperin kayak earlier. Mending simple your fight for cheap chicks out there! One more thing, Dare to show up in front of me. My hand is broken!!” zahira answered and sauntered away to the car.

"It's good that it's not in vain, I make you angry. This is just the beginning because my lo pecan was cafeteria" muttered Luhan while smiling with a grin.

**

Zahira opened the door knob of the house, leaning her body on the sofa while removing the bag that was sidelined in her right hand. Several times the heavy breathing he exhaled, for him today is very tiring many tasks in his head ranging from major and non-major tasks. He closed his eyes feeling the calmness that spread in his body, until a voice interrupted him.

“Non Zahira, are you home? What kind of drink do you want?” ask the maid named Laras.

“Wait, Non” Sergah Barrel.

Zahira stopped her steps and twisted her body 180 degrees “What's up, bi?”

“There are guests, Non. I told him to wait in the living room. Uh, but he went in the middle room he said he was an important guest. I asked who I wanted to see? Say Zahira” says barrel length times width times height.

“Guest, bi?” Zahira thought incoherently with the guest's words! But who? Who dare to enter his house until the middle room “characteristics – characteristics to how, Bi” asked Zahira curious.

“For sure man, man, handsome, tall, white and last like the same age Non”ucap barrel mentions one by one the criteria.

Once again Zahira thought, he could not ask more than that because this barrel his new maid so naturally he did not know anyone who had visited his house. But his thoughts were fixed on one definite name from the bottom of his heart.

“Bi, how long has that person been waiting for me” asked Zahira once again.

“alah 3 hours kayaknya, Non” hiss woman in her thirties.

Hurriedly Zahira ran into the living room approaching guests who he said were important. Laras who noticed the behavior of the young mistress of the family, thought glaringly.

“Kok seems very important anyway, that person made Non Zahira”

Zahira noticed several corners of the room, until the direction of his gaze stopped when he looked at the back of a young man who was sitting on the cream-colored sofa. Zahira didn't see who the man was, but she was sure who it was

“Agra” calls the rebellious zahira to make the man stop his activities.The man turns to the voice, he looks at the girl in front of him closely.