
Dinner has arrived. Zya and Jin were already sitting at the dining table together with Momy and her Daddy. Occasionally chatting while joking little. A very harmonious family. There never even seemed to be any noise there except for Zya and Jin. But it's all just to enliven the atmosphere. The maid also admitted that there were never any bad things there. Everything went smoothly like unimpeded running water.
After dinner, Jin and Zya go to the family room to relax, just to watch the tv. Followed by momy and Daddy. But not long after, his Daddy said goodbye to go to bed first because of the work that makes him tired today. Zya, Jin, and momy are there. They saw one of the movies that became a favorite movie at the time. The film tells the story of the relationship between the boss and his secretary.
Jin looked towards Zya giving the gaze of a code. Zya occasionally sees her but does not he gubris. Eventually, he gave up and asked.
"What the hell is bang?" Zya asked, getting annoyed.
"What?" Jin asked back deliberately not to answer. He hopes Zya understands.
"No need to go fishing." Zya still did not understand.
Momy who saw the behavior of his two children can only shake their heads. Don't know what the meaning of the two but obviously the children must be telepathic. Well, only they understand.
"Who's Dek Lo with tomorrow?" Suddenly Jin asked correctly.
"Yes with my brother." Answer Zya for sure.
"okay." Said his brother who was still trying to code.
"Where are you going?" Ask momy curious. Tumben they both have a show together outside Momy's inner house.
"The same date was invited to a fashion show mom." Jin replied with a little explanation.
"Oh that. Be careful tomorrow. Which gets along with you." Mommy. He did not want to think long because he was getting sleepy but still wanted to watch television.
"Yes mom." Zya and Jin answered.
Jin kept trying to get Zya to understand what he meant about the parcel he brought earlier this afternoon. Since Jin was out of his mind, he sent Zya a message.
*Sent message to Zya.
A: Open hp woy.
A: Woy is.
A: I talked in front of Momy.
A: Asjshshhdhdh
A: Hhh tired of me.
A: Are you dating Jungkook?
A: Answer nj*Ng
Zya who saw his brother was busy with his cellphone kept typing. He did not think that Jin was texting him. So Zya just looked at it without checking her phone.
Jin looked at Zya's attitude which was still the same as before. Hp Zya's voice was actually not heard either. Jin chooses to check around Zya, looking for where he put his phone. And sure enough, Jin did not see Zya with his phone there. 'Is there a room? ah no, he had brought hp kok fitting dinner.' Inner Jin who was still cool with his mind. Shortly after, Jin had an idea. He immediately called Zya to make her phone sound. And sure enough, Zya's phone rang but not beside him but elsewhere.
Zya who heard the sound of her cellphone immediately woke up and searched her phone through the source of her voice. It didn't take long, Zya soon found his phone. At first glance he was upset when he saw that his brother was the one who was calling him. But when Zya opened the message, he remembered that he had not opened the parcel from Jungkook this afternoon. Zya immediately walked towards her room ignoring her brother's annoyed gaze seeing Zya not returning her message. Even when he wanted to go to his room was not saying goodbye to him and momy.
Jin kept calling Zya, he would stop if Zya answered him. However, it seems that Zya is smarter. He turned off the ringtone of his cell phone so Jin wouldn't bother him. While Zya will open the package first. Zya locked the door to her room, making sure no one would enter her room as she opened the parcel. The only person he avoids is his brother.
Zya immediately picked up the parcel and opened it slowly. How surprised he was when he saw a beautiful dress with a blend of white and purple. This is a dress she really likes. The color is beautiful too. One of Zya's favorite colors. Zya tries to match her body and looks at the glass that appears to her. Whoa! This is really nice. How much for this dress? It's definitely not cheap. The stitches for the sake of the stitches were very neat. The model is simple but classy. It fits Zya's taste. 'Wait, where did Jungkook know about his taste? And his size? Very fitting.' Zya's mind on the sidelines of his admiration for the dress. Didn't know what Zya had to reply with later, which he clearly could not say now. He thought this dress was too pretty, even prettier than any dress he had ever seen.
Zya looked into the frame again, there was a paper there. Don't know what it is. Zya immediately picked up the paper and began to open it. 'Like a letter' Zya's inner self hesitated a little. Zya read it in his heart. Suddenly shocked, his heart began to beat. 'Oh come on Zya what is this?' Zya still couldn't believe it. The essence of the letter is that Jungkook liked it a long time ago, but he has not been able to say it all directly. How does Zya have to deal with it? Zya is embarrassed to meet Jungkook. On the one hand he felt very happy but on the other hand I don't know if he still couldn't determine the answer of his heart. Zya continued to lengthen the smile on her lips, making her cheeks even more red. Fortunately he had already locked the door of his room, so there was nothing that he did not want. His brother could have suddenly entered without knocking on the door. Remembering his brother who was too kepo with the contents of this parcel.
Now Zya is relieved, not confused anymore about the fashion show. But he was confused about what would happen if he met Jungkook. What's he supposed to do? Ah already. He needs to stay calm, don't look weird in front of Jungkook. The letter he received, he kept it well in his drawer. The dress he kept neatly, so that tomorrow it does not look tangled when he will wear it. Oh one more thing, he immediately told Jin about the contents of the parcel. Of course through Jin's message which he later replied. Zya also attached a photo of her dress. So that Jin would not be curious anymore. He knows what it feels like to be haunted by curiosity. Because he had felt it too.