ZaLea
Amazingly

"go in, let's see the results." Zayn asked, his hands reflexively holding my hand.

I was stunned by the front of the tree house just according to it.

"Zayn, is this sure that you designed it?" I asked in disbelief after we were one step ahead of the entrance.

"You see for yourself by, this design has never existed or I have never met before" he said." It's purely out of my brain, and maybe this could be a room design recommendation in your cafe." Its effects.

"Would you like to give this design to my cafe?"

"Why not for you?" Answer Zayn.

"Zayn, what exactly do you want from me?" I'm a little suspicious. "This is not your style. The Zayn I know isn't like this." I continued.

"What's Zayn you know all this time like?"

"Yes, yes Zayn I know. He's a cold, cuckoo, maksa, handsome ass, many others." I answered because I was nervous. "It's not really you."

"You're right, in the eyes of people who don't know me well, I'm just like you mentioned." Zayn answered, who was walking towards the window of this tree house.

"But wait, I'm not a good-looking ass. Because the fact is your girlfriend is handsome by."

"Cih, narcissistic." I muttered.

"Not narcissistic, but reality. Didn't we?"

"Hm..". 'Oh, my God, there is this narcissistic man. Worse is my girlfriend.' I continue in my heart.

"Here by." Ask him, ask me to come closer to him.

"No beauty?" Ask Zayn when I get next to him. Zayn pointed far ahead.

"Wow, amazing. Pretty Zayn." I said spontaneously when my eyes caught a neatly arranged flower garden with various types of flowers in it that are very fitting combined.

"Unfortunately, there's something prettier than that flower garden."

"What Zayn? Where's?"

"Here, in front of me." The answer made me look straight at it. Zayn had switched position that was facing the window now facing straight towards me. " You're prettier than anything." she continued.

"That's a fact." I answered, after that I looked back at the flower garden. Honestly, right now my heart is like a flower garden as I see it. But there's no way I'm showing it to Zayn. I hurriedly neutralized my almost ravaged heart just from hearing the mutterings from Zayn.

"Back to topic Zayn, what do you mean you brought me here?"

"No means anything by. I just want to spend some time alone with you and you're the first person I've brought here."

"Really?"

"Yes, of course."

"So?"

"So, this is our place. No one else can get in here without our permission."

"Just say it like that by, as long as you're happy."

"But dear Zayn, my heart still hasn't moved for you."

"That's because you don't want to open it by. Open your heart and let me in." Our conversation is getting serious. I need to be more vigilant.

"Do as you please, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or the next day I can open it."

"Okey by, for a while it's okay. As long as you don't break up with me. I still understand."

Zayn did not know, since the incident at the cafe first I have decided to open this heart for him.

The atmosphere was quiet for quite a while, we were busy with our individual thoughts. Our eyes looked far ahead.

"By, I love you!" zayn's words that were still staring ahead broke the silence.

"I know Zayn." I said.

"Can't you reply to my words? Just a word?" the question is demanding.

"Do you want to hear a lie? Something that looks sweet but is actually just empty words?" I asked back.

"Is there not a speck of light for me in your heart yet?" asked Zayn who sounded very soft. Now his position is back against me.

"A speck, yes, just a speck." I answered with the most beautiful smile and fused my thumb and index finger together.

Zayn returned that smile. I know, my smile gave her a new spirit to fight to melt my heart. That's exactly what I wanted.

I also have to reassure her feelings and my own feelings before I give this heart to her.

He took my body into his arms. I didn't refuse as long as it was still in its reasonable stage because I told him to do as he pleased.

"Thank you, thank you for giving me hope. Even though it's just a speck. But I assure you, that new light will spread widely to fill the space of your heart." he said.

"Is this the real Zayn Gibran Alvaro?" I asked back, looking up at him from below. Zayn is not the Zayn I know outside.

"What else do you doubt?"

"You're so warm and gentle Zayn." The word just slid.

Our eyes are locked together. His look felt longing. Zayn loosened his embrace.

"Can I feel it again without forcing?" she asked as a finger stroked my lips and ended up holding my chin.

"Didn't you rather force it?" My answer was spontaneous with my grin.

"By?" The request, only I reply with a smile. As if he could interpret my smile, Zayn slowly lowered his head. Slowly our lips met. A soft, very gentle start Zayn clenched my lips carefully. The kiss deepened there was no longer a pushy impression, even though I had not reciprocated.

#To be continued...

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