TWILIGHT
127

For almost a month Zia has been Marko's bodyguard and personal assistant. Today Zia joined Marko to Jogja with Anita and Johan to attend an inauguration of Actmedia subsidiary.

After a ribbon-cut and suave event, Marko was busy with a few important people. Anita was always next to Marko. Zia and Johan were just watching them from afar.

"Zi, "you don't feel like Anita's mom is the same Den Marko fits." Whisper Johan.

Zia shook her head, "No. I don't like Anita's mom, she's not very nice." Zia recalled some of the events between Dusk and Anita.

"Ih, the hell time? You know where you are?" Johan was curious, He nudged Zia's shoulder with his shoulder.

"Dam!" Zia doesn't like Johan joking while he's at work.

"So seriously, Zi." Johan is getting teased.

Johan's attitude towards Zia makes Marko stare at them. Zia hastily steps on Johan's feet, reminding him that her boss is watching them.

"Geez!" Johan's surprised. He immediately corrected his attitude.

Marko went back to talking to those important people.

From far away Zia noticed Anita's gurgle that always stole the opportunity to get close to Marko. It is very desirable that he keeps Anita away from Marko, considering Anita is not too good a person.

Marko's lunch hour is spent with his business colleagues and Anita. Zia and Johan had lunch at a roadside diner not far from where Marko had lunch.

Suddenly Zia's phone rings, Marko's name appears there.

"Yes, sir."

"It's over for lunch right back to the hotel, rest don't go anywhere. Five o'clock in the afternoon come to my room." Marko gave the order.

"Good sir." Zia hung up.

"Why Zi? Have you been told to pick it up?" Ask Johan.

Zia shook her head, "after eating I was told to go straight back to the hotel." Answer Zia

"Trus, who are they back?" Ask Johan.

"Han. Mr. Marko just told me. Yeah, you wait for them until the show's over." Said Zia.

As soon as Johan's face turned sour, "I guess I am too, Zi."

Zia laughed and continued eating. Although in his mind he was wondering why he had to rest and had to go to Marko's room at five in the afternoon.

After lunch, Zia went back to the hotel where she stayed. In accordance with Marko's orders, he spent as much time as he could. He contacted both of his parents, lingering with them. Take a nap as he pleases and soak in the bathub as comfortably as possible.

All the activities during the day that he rarely does have been done. There's still half an hour left until it's time to visit Marko.

He changed his clothes and dried his still wet hair. He was wearing only trousers and a regular shirt. Her pretty face is just a moisturizing powder and thin powder and peach color lipstick for her lips.

Zia rushed to Marko's room. It was less than five minutes from Marko's time. He's waiting in front of Marko's room. It was five o'clock right Zia pressed Marko's room bell button.

Marko opened the door with only a kimono towel, Marko's hair still wet. Zia hesitated to enter.

"Why didn't you come in?" Ask Marko.

Zia finally decided to enter, After all she could still protect herself if Marko did anything indecent.

"Gue will change first, you sit where you like." Marko went back to the bathroom.

Zia saw a big ribbed box and a box of makeup equipment on the bed. Zia did not dare to touch him despite being curious. He decided to wait for Marko on the balcony.

Before long Zia heard the sound of the door opening. Marko wears black pants and a white shirt that is still a mess.

"Here, Zi." Marko pointed at the bed.

Zia frowned, She did not dare to go into the room.

"Don't think macem-macem. I just want to make up in lo doank."

Zia came in, "Why do I have to be in the make up master?" Zia asked, he sat down at the spot Marko had pointed at.

"Follow me dinner" replied Marko, He took the chair that provided the hotel and sat right in front of Zia.

Marko opened his make up box that may have been untouched for some time.

"Why not Anita, sir?" Ask Zia.

"Here you go, bawel really?" Marko Protest.

Zia was silent, and Marko wore a hairband on Zia's head to keep her front hair from falling on her face.

"Hmm, the handsome gini skill make up I still good, right?" Marko mutters.

Marko smiled when he saw Zia close her eyes. Zia looked beautiful like that, her firm face was completely invisible.

Zia resignedly let Marko touch his face, he only opened his eyes when Marko told him to. Although hesitant about how he looks later, he resigned also because he knew Marko would not make him look bad with make up.

Long Zia waited finally Marko ended it. "Okay, just a little hair."

Zia took a long breath.

"Why? Deg-deg an ya deket handsome guy?" Tempt Marko again.

Zia was just silent, wanting to deny it but her heart was really being unsettled.

"Change first, Zi." Marko said, He showed a ribbed Box that had made him curious.

Zia took the box to the bathroom. While Marko is still busy looking for suitable hair recommendations for Zia.

Long Zia in the bathroom didn't come out.

"Zi! You're still alive, right?" Shouted Marko

"Yes sir, I'm still alive" Zia said.

"Buruan out! Do you want me to be late for this show?" Shouted Marko again.

Zia came out of the bathroom wearing a knee-length black mini dress with an inflated part of the skirt. Zia looked timid with those clothes.

"No, I'm the most sinter if asked to choose a style for people." Marko praised himself.

"I feel weird, Sir." Zia said, her hand still carrying a black high heel.

"Lo comfortable right?" Ask Marko.

Zia nodded, "It's just weird sir, because I've never worn this kind of one."

"Here you."

Marko pulled Zia back to her place. He didn't make Zia's long hair weird, just piggybacking on a ponytail without a bangs.

"Wear heels lo." Marko's orders.

Now he tidied up his shirt and put on his black tuxedo. He gave her a pomade and combed neatly towards the back.

Zia just fell silent admiring the man who was busy putting on makeup until she forgot not to wear her heels.

Marko sat crouched down right in front of Zia's feet and dressed the hells at Zia's feet in turn.

"Gue know you are amazed by my fondness, but do not let you make me late to come to this event because it is not horrified by my orders."

Zia blushed in embarrassment, "Sorry, sir."

Marko took the black handbag and gave it to Zia.

"Come on." Marko walked ahead and Zia followed behind.

Marko and Zia went to the ballroom of the hotel where they were staying, because it was the venue for the company's corporate dinner.

Just before the elevator doors opened, Marko folded his left arm beside his waist. Without being told, Zia directly hooked her hand on Marko's arm.

The elevator door opened right in front of the ballroom entrance, Marko and Zia were greeted by the guests with their smiles.

Zia was surprised when she saw the people in the ballroom, they were seen from the upper class. He felt this was not the place and was eager to leave the place.

"Zi." Marko looked at Zia, "Gue needs you here."

Zia saw Marko's serious gaze pleading with her. I don't know what Marko meant but it could make him shut himself out of the room.

- Connected

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