Zyacarin
Part 7's

A house that looks magnificent, with luxury items on display in every corner of the room. The room is divided into several parts that are quite spacious in each room. Even for guest and maid beds it still looks very luxurious and spacious.

This is where Zya lived since her mother died, she was too small at the time to understand the situation. Zya closed her eyes and began to imagine her mother's face while still alive but Zya could not remember clearly.

Zya came out of her room and down the stairs to her kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Tanya Bi Iyem who is the only maid in the house.

"Oh, cook the eggs." Answer Zya lightly.

"Let aunt aja non." Said the aunt as she had never seen a non Zya cook by herself before.

"Don't be bi, Zya can do it." Answer Zya for sure.

"Non really?" Tanya bi Iyem seemed not to fully believe.

"Yes." Yeah." Zya answered him steadily so that bi Iyem could let him do it himself.

"Here you are, aunt." Bi Iyem was still with his worries.

"Zya really can be bi." Zya tries to make bi Iyem trust her.

"What is non?" Ask bi Iyem again.

"Yes, mending the other aunt's work." Zya rolled her eyeballs looking for an excuse so that bi Iyem could leave now.

"really? Aunty stay huh?" Finally bi Iyem left Zya alone in the kitchen.

"Yes bi." Zya replied then who continued to smile.

Zya started talking to herself while doing what she was talking about. 'Okey means now we take the eggs first in the refrigerator and continue to ready the pan. What is teflon? Teflon is. Okay, oil continues ...'

"Dek you what?" Jin suddenly came and saw his sister was busy making things.

"Bikin' eggs." Say plain Zya with the oil she has poured on teflon.

"Ppfffhhh you want to make a lot of oil?" Jin saw the measure of oil that Zya poured into his teflon.

"Yes, why bang?" Zya asked confusedly.

"Wkwkwwkkwk." Jin let go of his laughter without sin.

"What the hell is bang? Laughing as well." Zya is more confused by his brother who laughs freely without anyone feeling funny.

"Don't waste your oil. Oil is expensive now. It's rare." Jin's nagging out.

"Bawel is like a mother-mak complex." Zya tried to return the oil to his place.

"Fried eggs don't need this much oil, why don't you pour a bottle of it." Jin starts julyid to his adek.

"How do you think?" Zya was more confused by his brother who was just chattering.

"Look at me."Jin gave an example of how much oil Zya should use to fry eggs. "Lo want what egg?"

"Hmm." Zya thought for a moment. "Egg roll. Can you?"

"What the hell can't be if your brother makes it." with his PD Jin answers his sister's question that looks underestimated him.

"Ish PD is very. Look out not good." Zya did not want to lose again this time.

"No need to fuck me. My cooking is delicious. Elo nuang oil sampe spilled that, found Momy diomelin lo." Babe Jin again.

"Where do I know." Zya tried to patiently accept the babble of his brother who does not have this drug.

"More. Where's your telor?" Jin is done with all the preparations and sprinkles of the leaves of the bringnya that he will add to the eggs later.

"Zya mah does not have eggs, right brother who has eggs." Zya chirped with a smile to see his brother's reaction.

"Don't ngadi lo. I'm making a pala lo." Jin tried to understand Zya's words that sounded strange in his ears.

"Yes-yes to bang." Zya gave her the egg in her hand. "Bang Zya, what's the matter?"

"Nih you whipped the egg." Zya picked up the egg that Jin had already broken and started to shake it slowly for fear of the egg spilling.

"Do not pack the feeling also if you shake it. Lo mah long want me to be tick too ya." Said Jin who looked towards Zya starting to not stand his behavior.

"Yes yes." Zya let out a small laugh and accelerated his movements.

Jin picked up the egg that Zya had prepared and started making the egg roll according to Zya's request.

"Dek plus a nice sausage is like that." Said Jin trying to give Zya some advice.

"Oh yes. Bentar Zya take it first." Zya took the sausages in the fridge and began to open the wrappers one by one.

"Would you like to fry the sausage?" Jin asked Zya who looked very enthusiastic.

"Yes. It's fried." Zya said, begging that she can fry it herself.

"OKAY. I'm ready to fry." Jin began to prepare his frying tools for Zya.

Here Jin is very proficient in cooking. When his parents were not home or out of town, Jin would learn to cook his own food. So now Jin has understood and can cook alone without the help of anyone. Else with Zya, he always received a clean finish of whatever cuisine he would eat. Since childhood here he did not help much business in the kitchen. I only clean dirty dishes occasionally. Jin is the one who always cooks for him when their parents are working before there is bi Iyem.

After finishing cooking the eggs, Zya and her sausages roll. Jin and Zya cleaned up the remnants of the dirt they made. After that they went up to the attic to eat the food they made earlier while looking at the beautiful stars at night.

"Mm your cooking skill can also bang. Nice to have eggs." Zya started eating her brother's homemade egg roll.

"Yes, who did it first." Say Jin with his PD so that makes Zya smile.

"It's Zya." Spoiled talk. "Every day just bang, make eggs roll for Zya."

"Enak aja lo. Expensive telor." Babe Jin again.

"Everything's expensive, eat this stone sometime." Say Zya while still eating her favorite food.

"Hehe ain't it." Jin chuckled with Zya's words.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Zya asked suddenly which made Jin a little shocked.

"No." Answer Jin briefly.

"Why?" Ask Zya again.

"No, I don't want to." Jin tried not to prolong the question.

"If anyone likes elo?" Zya still wanted to talk about this.

"A feeling I like a lot." Jin gave an answer that Zya might not be able to pass on anymore.

"Why?" Ask Jin who is a little curious.

"My friends love to go." Said Zya lightly.

"Continue?" Ask Jin origin.

"It doesn't keep crashing." Said Zya which made Jin anxious.

"Lo yes. Pinter is now." Jin said as he rubbed Zya's head so that it rattled a bit of her hair.

"Yes that. Zya is that." Said Zya proud of herself.

"At least my intelligence goes down to my adek ya." Jin started again with his PDan.

"Yes, dehhh." Zya gave up after he found out, he would not be able to win if he spoke to his brother.

"Dec see there's a shooting star. Let's make a wish." Jin who saw the phenomenon immediately told quickly to tell Zya.

"Don't believe it like that?" Zya looked at Jin who was already about to make his wish.

"Trust dong, let's hurry." Jin kept telling Zya to make her wish.

"So don't believe." Said Zya.

Zya looked at her brother who kept on making requests. Then Zya followed him. 'P**found me with my biological family' Zya finished with her request.

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Zya walked lethargicly down the somewhat deserted school corridor. This is still being studied, Zya asked permission to ketoilet earlier. Zya accidentally meets the teacher who will teach in class XII, and Zya is asked to put the books there. Zya didn't know what to say but to say it. If Zya could refuse, he would do it. Because Zya has to go there alone. Even more unfortunate, the class he was going to was his brother Jin's class. There must also be an upperclassman who was hit by Zya pas dikantin in the morning.

Zya's feeling was already uneasy, getting closer to that class. His stomach hurt like someone was pressing on him. Up close came the boisterous sound of her students bustling in class. Zya tried to breathe well. His heart rate is getting faster. Inevitably, he had to go in and put the books down.

"Why is he still here?" Suddenly there was the voice of his teacher from behind that slightly startled Zya.

"Oh uh yes ma'am." Said Zya shyly while slightly smiling.

"Yes in, don't be shy." Zya breathed a sigh of relief after this teacher's mother came and accompanied him to enter.

"I am mom." Zya entered following the teacher's mother who entered first. The noise was calm now.

"The book put it there." Zya took two steps forward with a lowered face. After finishing putting the book, Zya said goodbye to the teacher's mother to go to class. After Zya came out of the class that he thought was creepy, then he could breathe a full sigh of relief. Zya hurriedly returned to class, afraid that there was another teacher asking for his help or just asking where Zya was from at this lesson hour.

Bell break rang loudly. However, not all classes break today because there is a sudden division. As a result, the school canteen was not as crowded as usual. More space now. Zya and her two best friends have chosen to sit on the canteen. Violet ordered food for them. Soon after, Violet came with the food ordered by her two best friends. Zya accidentally saw her upperclassman coming into the cafeteria area. They are none other than Jin and his friends. They sat at the very back corner a bit away from where Zya was sitting. And it just so happened that Zya was sitting in a place that could see towards them clearly.

"Zya it was not the upperclassman who was nolongin lo ya." Violet opened the conversation after seeing the upperclassman sitting down. It just so happened that Violet was sitting next to Zya, which meant that she could also see them clearly. "It's not wrong for me to sit here."

"Yes. Don't eat it, don't discuss it." Zya said lazily with the topic that Violet made.

"Which btw Angel? I don't look." Violet started chattering again without looking at the surroundings.

"Lo ati-ati by the way, he's behind you again buying his food." Stella glanced behind Violet.

"Upsstt sorry." Violet began to slow down her tone.

"Zya you really don't want ice?" Stella asked who saw Zya not want to change her avocado juice order.

"No, I drink ordinary water." Answer Zya quickly.

"OK on." Stella.

Zya began to think about Violet's words at that time. Violet said that the smiles of Zya and Jimin, the upperclassman, were almost similar. Zya looked at the corner table, looking for the face of the upperclassman who had bumped into her at the time. It didn't take long, he found it. The sharp eyes that Zya had were very useful at times like this. However there was one that made Zya shocked half to death. The face of one of them had a brand new punch. 'Is he?' Zya started shaking quickly.

"Lo why Zya?" Stella asked suddenly which surprised Zya a little.

"Ah you don't have papa." Zya replied a little nervously.

"Gue notice you look there, you know who?" Ask Stella again.

"I didn't find anyone." Zya replied trying to calm down and take her eyes off.

"Don't nglamun lo Zya, entar kesambet loh." Chirping Violet.

"What the hell." Zya answered and then accompanied by his third laugh.

"Zya ntar go to school where are you going? Violet asked as she chewed on the pentol in her mouth.

"It seems like going nowhere. It's PR tomorrow." Zya replied while remembering what she would do later.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Violet looked hysterically shocked. "Don't you want to hang out with this?"

"If I don't think I can, I'll most likely move later. I want to help my mom first." Say Stella relax.

"Lo Zya?" Violet asked Zya who did not give any answers.

"Gue can't either, I have a show." Said Zya while looking for an excuse.

"I am alone." Violet said.

"Come on Vi, you can definitely do PR alone. The spirit!" Stella tries to encourage Violet. Violet is used to group work, because only with group work can she think clearly and understand more according to him than doing it alone.

Zya was done with the food. He wanted to go to the library to borrow a book today. And it just so happens that today too Zya has to return the book he borrowed a week ago to the library.

"My guys first yes, go to the bus." Zya gave permission to say goodbye to his two friends while standing up.

"Lo don't want to be with us Zya?" Stella asked who was still finishing her bowl of noodles.

"Hmm no need, just pause the bell in. You guys take it easy to eat it." Zya said with a smile.

"really? Ask Violet.

"Yes, cook only perpus am I afraid anyway?" Zya answered, convincing both of his friends.

"Hmm, see you in class." Violet's speech is friendly.

"okay." Zya picked up the book beside her desk earlier.

"Eh Zya, be careful how you cross paths with Angel again." Stella held Zya's hand and said softly like a whisper.

"No way, you see he's still eating." Zya glanced at the other table. "Yes, yes first. Goodbye."

"Dad." Yeah." Answer her two friends calmly.

Zya's favorite is reading books. It could be called he is a bookworm. Because of this Zya is more quiet in her class, because if there is free time Zya must take the time to read books instead of playing, screaming or teasing each other like the others. Zya preferred a calm, peaceful atmosphere, there was no commotion around.