ZeeVanya
The last 20 days before returning to Paris

After taking turns cleaning himself in the bathroom, Zee and Vanya have breakfast at the hotel restaurant. After that they checked out of the hotel by noon. The next plan was to return to Vanya's blue-painted wooden house.

"Uncle Clark has our departure tickets ready for tomorrow. All your files are ready and now we're going home for packing. You should not bring a lot of things, just bring the important ones. Clothing business or something like that has been provided by mommy Lucy's man. My advice is just bring a small backpack and you fill important items. You know what I mean ?" zee said on the sidelines to drive.

"I see, I'll just bring some important stuff and Hhmm Zee... One more thing, can I bring my 18th birthday present bike ?" Vanya wanted to bring a gift bike from her father and mother during her 18th birthday celebration some time ago.

Cciiittt... Instantly Zee stepped on the brake pedal of the car where it is currently on the main road.

Luckily the streets are deserted even though they can disturb other road users but not to cause traffic jams.

"Are you kidding me Vanya ??" asked Zee who was gawking in surprise mixed with an inexhaustible look at Vanya's words just now.

"Seriously. It's just the last memory of my father and mother, if you can't take a bike I won't go. " Vanya felt at this moment the expression on Zee's face was very uncomfortable.

"The old bike in the house you mean ? Oh come on Vanya we will fly to Paris, what people say if we bring the buluk bike. Leave alone. I can buy you a new, better bike. " Zee is upset but Vanya's netra sorority just makes it not bearable.

Back Zee started the car engine and continued the drive towards home.

"It's not about the former or the new Zee but the memories behind it. Only that bike is my most precious treasure right now. I can not bring anything as long as the bike given by father and mother still come along. " Vanya spoke in a soft tone but with a gaze towards Zee who now arrived as cold as a bear at the south pole.

Vanya then chose to turn her eyes out the window.

Silence.the two are equally soluble in their respective thoughts so that they do not feel their journey has arrived in the courtyard of Mr. Lurah's yard.

As usual, after leaving the car Zee and Vanya directly to the wooden house painted blue.

Not talking to each other, let alone looking into the eyes. Upon arriving at the wooden house, Vanya looks to accelerate his steps into the house while Zee just stared silently without expression.

Instead of entering the house, again Zeevan prefers to direct both of his long legs to the beach.

Zeevan Sanders's mind is not good, on the one hand Zee must think about how to deal with the lover upon arrival in Paris.

On the other hand, he must also be a child who obeys parents. Zee has been thinking about many things since her forced marriage to Vanya.

A plan that will hopefully run smoothly upon their arrival in Paris tomorrow.

Vanya who was inside the house seemed to start sorting out what items he would carry. There were too many things in the blue-painted wooden house.

The house that witnesses the growth and development of himself from a small child to a teenager who grew up.

More precisely teenagers who are forced into adulthood by circumstances. Vanya locked herself in her room this time she wanted to enjoy the last comfort before having to join Zee to go to Paris.

I will miss your oppa Jin, Suga, RM, J hope, Jimin, V, Jungkook !!! in Paris I don't think I'll find comfort in a room like this, huft.. if only I could definitely take you guys move with me but later if you get into your bag even so tangled gimama, huft.. Mumbled to himself as Vanya stared one by one at a photo of B T S.

After being satisfied with "wishing a favorite poster" Vanya chose to prepare some important items that would be very useful as a motivation Vanya lecture later.

Design sketchbook, his little family photo album book and some other small objects.

A backpack owned by Vanya is ready, Vanya put his backpack on the desk study so that when Zee invites himself to leave tomorrow all is ready.

A bitter smile was etched on his lips as Vanya stepped out of the room and approached the bicycle of gifts given by father and mother.

Father mom forgive Vanya yes, because it looks like this bike will not be able to use Vanya to go to college or work. Vanya will continue her education in Paris. Did you and your mother see Vanya from heaven ?? Vanya rubbed the surface of his bike as if back again carving memory with the late father and mother.

When Vanya was late with his bike, Zee suddenly entered the house and stared flatly at Vanya.

A moment Zee and Vanya rested and the next second was back to throw each other's faces.

Zee passed the figure of the wife just like that.

Not wanting to be in the same room, Vanya chose to bike outdoors. Vanya did want to avoid this Zee saa.

Zee himself only looked expressionlessly as Vanya carried her bike out. After the door closed Zee let out a long sigh.

Meanwhile out there Vanya began to ride a bicycle given by his late father and mother, gently swigging towards the beach.

Vanya wants to bike far, this is the first and probably the last time Vanya can ride her 18th birthday present bike.

Vanya's nimble legs wiggle the bike which Zee says is used and shabby, but for Vanya this bike is everything. Inside there are the last memories of the late father and mother.

The twilight wind on the beach makes Vanya reluctant to move, currently Vanya sitting enjoying the twilight that comes as the sun begins to sink with a favorite bicycle parked beside him.

Vanya's black hair that was scattered as if dancing playing with the cool sea breeze that hit her body.

A very soothing atmosphere makes Vanya want to linger longer to enjoy this moment.

Sitting on the sand of the beach with both feet straight and both hands supporting the weight of his body in the back.

Occasionally it appears that some fishing groups are preparing to go to sea tonight, the fishermen are preparing their boats. It reminds how usually the late Mr. Beni also helped other fishermen to prepare a ship that will go to sea in the hope of their return tomorrow by bringing abundant catches.