ZaLea
It's Me!

Hi, my name is Zara Leona Arthur. I'm the only daughter of Arthur Coraldo. Yes, the president of Arco Corp. I have two older brothers but unfortunately, they are not here. They chose to fight in the land of the people and here I am very spoiled by all my family members.

However, even so I am not a spoiled woman with a myriad of facilities. I just asked for freedom. My request was fulfilled, although there were some conditions that I had to fulfill as well.

Morning 06.45 WIB

"Yyahoooooooo, mamaaaaaaaa. Good luck." I woke up when I thought my room was a little warmed up. The morning sun woke me up. The outside of my room is full of glass so it makes it easier for the sun to enter. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my nightstand.

"Oh, no responsibility. Where can I get to school on time when this hour just woke up." Saying myself.

Without a second thought I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. Thirty minutes is enough for me to prepare.

Tap tap tap

I go down the stairs, I point my feet at the dinner table. There is already a plate of fried rice plus my favorite beef eggs.

"Mama, why don't you wake up anyway? Adek so late to school" Rengekku to my beloved mama.

My mom is a housewife. Papa doesn't let him work, because papa prefers to spoil us. In papa's principle, we women just have to accept the good. Let them work hard.

Even so, mama used to be a famous desaigner. But after marriage to papa, mama must bury all her dreams and dreams.

"Aren't you late every day?" My mother answered.

"Ish mom. The first day of entry cannot be late. If tomorrow is possible." I replied while chewing fried rice in front of me.

"Why is the first day not late?" Ask my mom to relax.

"It is shameful. The first day was the day of the introduction. Time yes, it's too late. Add full dong later pak Rinto's notes." I was obviously on my mom and was only answered with a headband by my mom.

"Yes, my mother, it's too late." said my father. I kissed my mother's hands and cheeks. Ritual every morning since I was a child.

"Waalaikumsalam. Be careful on the road." Mom said, watching me go.

"Ehehe, assalamualaikum mah." My steps stopped hearing a reply from my mother who forgot to say before leaving. That's how my mom rebukes me. In a gentle and slightly sarcastic way make the person in question not wart and silent a thousand languages.

"Thankfully it was empty. So don't bother looking for excuses from picket teachers." I said to myself.

How can I easily get into school without punishment? Exceptions for today. Today I asked for help bang Reno to pick me up secretly beside the school. Bang Reno is the person I trust to run this school and the school's people belong to the Reno bang.

"Za, just today yes and brother beg you not to be late again later." Said bang Reno when he picked me up.

"If others know your brother often belain you, long they will be suspicious. Suspicious of our relationship. Suspicious of all the exceptions you get." Bang Reno then.

"Yes bang, I've tried after this I won't involve my brother anymore." I broke up after remembering for the common good.

This school is mine, but I want it to be as quiet as the other students. So I asked Bang Reno to keep everything a secret.

"But everything is safe, right bang?"My question and bang Reno understood what my question meant.

"Pure. Later all the reports I send to our email." Answer bang Reno.

"Thank you bang. Thanks for the invitation too." I said before getting out of the car bang Reno.

The XI class Ipa 2

"For all." Greetings to all my classmates.

"For Za"

"Less this afternoon Za"

"I don't think you're leaving Za"

"Snooch the boss"

"Zara if you skip ajakin I will"

Those strange answers came out of my friends' mouths.

"Seek for help for sure?" nena asked whispering in my ear.

"You know what the hell" Only Nena knows that I'm related to bang Reno but she doesn't know what our relationship is.

"Your son." he tweeted and only I replied with a smile.

*Freedom is something everyone wants. With different context and context.

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