Adek I'm BAD

35. Boyfriend Candidate

Zahra stepped towards the dining table with her leisurely steps, without caring for the two youths who were screaming starving. But they covered it with a cell phone in their hand. Look now, his brother plays a cell phone at the dinner table, when he used to enforce the rules, do not play the phone at the dinner table.

Casually, Zahra washed her hands in the sink and approached the middle-aged woman who was preparing the breakfast menu this morning.

"Is there anything Zahra can help you with, Bi?"

"You just move the side dish to the plate, let aunt move the vegetables first."

"Ready!"

Once everything was ready, they sat down at the table and began to eat the food that had been served.

This time there was no conversation at the dinner table as usual, there was only the sound of the clang of a spoon. Once done Zahra helped auntie wash dirty utensils.

When she wanted to go back to the room, she saw her brother who was seriously talking over the phone. "Do not be serious, your face does not look serious." The younger sister is indeed, really asked to be taped to her brother.

Rizki slightly kept the phone away. "Diem first!"

From behind Rio wrapped his hands around his sister's neck, then silenced Zahra's mouth with his palm.

Zahra let go of Rio's hand. "What, anyway?" said sebal.

"Where?" rio asked after Rizki turned off her phone.

The man in the T-shirt shook his head. "No news yet, I think this plan is supported by several parties. So it's kind of hard to get into."

Zahra looked at the two. "Well, I want to get ready. Are you guys not working? Still relaxed," after saying so, Zahra again stepped up the stairs.

Just a step, he was already immersed in Rizki's embrace. "Let's go with me, okay?"

Zahra nodded lazily. "Whatever."

...****...

At the dining table, there sat a middle-aged man and a young boy. The middle-aged man was enjoying the morning coffee that his beloved wife had prepared.

"Where's your lecture, Van?" ask Arga to the boys just wayangnya.

"Yes that's it, Pa. Like papa never go to college," said his son upset.

"Loh-loh, papa will go to college first while married. Same with you who are still approaching. Papa's romance level is higher than yours" Arga said proudly.

Mila put a vegetable stir-fry with various side dishes on the dining table. Her hand reached out to pick up a plate for her husband. "What do you eat, Mom?"

"Whatever. The important thing is to eat it the same way you must add." Mila looks blushed with flutter spare Arga. Devan who saw that wanted to throw up just like that.

"Just like a fish, huh, Mas?"

"Yes, honey."

After getting food for her husband, it was her turn. "What do you want to eat?"

"It's up to mom."

After giving a portion of food to his son, it was his turn to take a meal.

They ate the food that was in front of them.

"Keep your relationship with girls who often come here how? Is there progress?" ask Arga on the sidelines to eat.

"Yet, Pa. Yes, it's still so, the person he has not broken up with his girlfriend," Devan's remarks made both his parents look at each other confused.

"Lohh, if he has a guy why are you still approaching?" ask Mila.

"Chick isn't just him, Van. Find another girl there!" Arga was shaking his head with this one and only child.

"His relationship with his guy is like an ordinary friend. The guy is also again Deketin junior Dev, yes Dev embat aja his girl. Just wait for the official news they broke, then I went forward. Some of the guys are Dev's own friends."

Arga returned to shake. "Basic! Young man today," his grunts softly, after that back to spoon the rice into his mouth.

"Udahlah, Mommy. It is important not to disturb the school. Just be careful if the same value of your IP goes down, your car mama confiscated!"

"Bell, Mah. Very cruel, same with his own son." Devan looked at his mother with a pleading look.

"Mama seriously lo!"

"Yes, my dear. Dev's gonna stick with IP, Dev." The man exhaled a rough breath.

"Good then. Oh yeah, you don't forget your responsibilities at the office!" arga's message reminded.

"Yes, Pa."

They're done eating. "Bye, Mah ... Dev goes to the room first, huh?" pamit Devan's.

"Okay, honey," replied Mila.

Mila cleaned up the rest of their meal, Arga was also getting ready to go to the office.

After finishing, Devan yelled at his parents and left for college.

...****...

A girl sits quietly on a parking bench playing with her phone. Shortly after, someone patted him on the shoulder. He looked up and found a young man standing in front of him.

"Old old?"

The girl shook her head. "So yuk," he asked.

They walked in tandem with the young man's hands curled beautifully around his girl's waist.

"What time do we have class, anyway?" ask the girl.

"Nine hours."

"Walk where it is, lazy to go to class at this hour."

"Okay, yukk." They walked somewhere, who must have spent some time together.

While in building B, the faculty of education is in the midst of a riot.

...***...

The son sat quietly while accompanying Una who had just escorted her best friend to class. They decided to sit on one of the benches available in front of the class.

They talked lightly until someone finally came.

"Putra .. I also know you here. How very you leave me," an angry girl on the Son.

Son and Una, standing spontaneously. The girl's eyes looked at una, then pointed at him. "Who is this? Your new target?"

"Naysha! Quiet down!" the word Putra firmly.

"Don't get into the heart, he's the one, '" the son whispered as he looked at Una's huffed look. He tightened his embrace on the girl's waist.

"Lo what the hell, anyway? I told you never to come to college!" putra said.

The girl's ruffled her waist. "Hello, you leave me in the apartment without giving me any food at all ...."

"Loh, I've left you money. Still less?" ask Putra.

"Heh, lo ga inget if I just slept at three in the morning. The money you gave me was clearly lacking!"

"Keep, what's your purpose here?"

"According to you?"

"Ck! Yes, you can buy food at the supermarket apart. Then why follow me here?" decak Putra's upset.

"Huh. I like dong. Who else is this? Plain sock gini," he said as he poked Una's chin.

"Don't touch her!" snapping son at the girl.

"Heh, lo—"

"Mom!" The son turned to Ina who had just called him.

The son sighed, his premonition uneasy as Ina walked over to him. Because the Son knows, Ina doesn't like to see her ex with her. Yes, Naysha Rifadin, the former Son of Rastungo who met Zahra at the place of the prostitution.

"What's going on here?" point Ina at Naysha.

"Like me. This is a public place, anyone can come, including me!"

Ina ruffled waist. "Heh, what do you want to do here? Wanting your ex? You don't know how embarrassed you are, you are an ex. Why are you still chasing?"

"Heh, you wacky chick. You think I don't know, if you also chase my ex who is now a boy friend lo?"

Ina narrowed her eyes and pushed Naysha's shoulder. "Dear your words, Jal*ng!"

Naysha chuckles cynically. "Huft ... jal*ng says jal*ng, what's the name?"

The son tried to separate them both.

"Diem, you!" They snarl the Son.

I don't know since when they started bac*t, which obviously they debate things that are not at all important.

...***...

"Emang, huh?"

"Eh, Marina's on a bacot. You guys wanna see?"

"Who marina?"

"Itulo, Inaaa, that same arm of Zahra."

"Widihh, exclaim this. Go yuk!"

"Yuk, yuk."

"There's paan, anyway? Really ribet cake." The girl looked over, observing the surroundings.

Devan is aiming for the shoulder. "Do you see?"

Zahra nodded. "By, my kepo."

They walked together to building B which is now crowded. "Surge!" Zahra broke through the crowd and miraculously stepped aside after hearing Zahra's voice.

Upon arriving at the front row, he could see that Ina and Naysha were arguing over something completely unnecessary, as well as a dream. Una occasionally separates them, but they still stick like stamps.

Zahra pulls Devan towards the Son who sees the debate with no idea what to do. The son scooped up his face rough. Devan pats son's shoulder.

"Eh, Bro. Sorry, I don't know if you're behind me" said Putra.

Devan nodded. "Why, huh?" Son is looking at the annoyed shoulder.

Another with Devan and Putra who seemed to not care, Zahra even gripped the clothes of the Son who was only cengo with what Zahra did.

Now some eyes have been drawn to what Zahra did to the Son. "Lo why?" ask the confused son.

"Lo why bring your bed here, huh?" zahra whispered. The son let go of Zahra's grip slowly and tidied up his slightly tangled clothes.

"Gue ain't got him, he's got me. I was relaxing with Una, he suddenly came to continue making a fuss "

"Have, excuses! I don't like him making a fuss here, so mending you bring him back!"

"Well, I have class. After class I'm done, I'm going to update."

"If you bring her here again, I say nyokap lo, if you nyimpen a paid girl in the room." Zahra just left, then walked up to the three girls. Actually it was a bit doubtful, his brain again twisted the incident after the magrib. Again he convinced himself, stepped firmly towards those who were being noticed.

"Van, please dong. Zahra was lashing out at me," whined the Son at Devan.

Devan is aiming at indifferent shoulders. "Wrong lo! I'm not going along."

Zahra held the shoulders of the two girls and kept them away. "What the hell are you guys? Make a mess of tau?" zahra said annoyed. His attenuation saw Una at a glance. "Lo to class, the lecturer you already want to come." Una nodded then moved away.

Zahra saw Naysha from top to bottom. "What's going on here?"

Naysha smiled cynically. "What's the problem with you?" He chuckled making everyone confused. "There are people like you, sharing a guy with someone else. Not me the same path of mind lo or do not-don't ...." Naysha hung up her sentence, "Cowok playing with you is not the Son, but someone else. Eat it you don't think too much about the guy you turn to."

Plaque!

Unexpectedly, Zahra herself was confused as to why she did it. The girl immediately pulled out her right hand which was still clinging onto Naysha's cheek. The former son looked at Zahra cynically.

"Ohh, dare as well as it turns out, I guess you lost face in front of me. Then we're even! Well, it looks good if we swing, we can share and try each other. That's a great idea, isn't it? Let's see who's the best!" Naysha raised her eyebrows, looking at the flustered Zahra.

How dare Naysha say so in public, why did her mouth back make it tight? After making himself feel guilty for accidentally slapping, why did Naysha say that? Does he think Zahra's a girl like the one in his brain?

Zahra regulated her breathing, looking down to curate the tightness that filled her chest cavity. The sound of a slap made her look up again, Ina slapped Naysha a second time.

"How dare you ngehina, my friend!"

Naysha pushed Ina's shoulder. "Do not be holy, you are both cheap! Especially lo, Marina!"

"That's nothing, huh? Miris me," Ina replied.

Zahra chose to turn her face away, Naysha looked at him obliquely. He was uncomfortable arguing with Naysha after the meeting that day. Zahra closed her eyes for a moment and walked over to him.

"Nay, this is campus, not the place for a storm. I beg you to leave your feet from here. If you're still noisy, I'll have a security guard to drag you!"

Naysha snorted, she stared dislikefully at Ina and Zahra. Then walk away with a smile. His real goal, he wanted to make sure someone was okay and he had proven it straight away.

Zahra sent Ina back to her faculty and sent the mob away. He then approached the two bodyguards waiting for him.

"Yep, to class!"

The son embraces Zahra's shoulder. "Sorry .. I don't know if he's following me." Zahra let go of the hand of the Son perched on her shoulder and walked faster.

Devan patted Son's shoulder. "More trying yes, you know that he is difficult to persuade." The son nodded languidly.

They followed Zahra to building C, their classroom. The son heard a rustling sound, a second later the man ran after Zahra—pulling his hand, which made Zahra's head hit his chest.

Three arrows shot right in front of the two of them, the arrows were stuck on the pole that was not far from their position.

"Lo ga papa?" ask Putra.

Zahra nodded and broke away from the Son. He picked up the paper stuck in the arrow.

There was the word 'Dead' written in red ink, the smell of the matting coming out of the paper was very pungent.

The son approached Zahra. "Who's the coward who sent ginian?" The young man took his cell phone and was about to call someone. Zahra's hands blocked him first. "It's necessary, it's not important."

This must have been Om Dion with his son, Inner Zahra.

Devan approached them. "Are you papa?"

"Ga papa really, just a fad maybe. Go to class." Zahra squeezed the paper, then threw it in any direction.

...****...

Devan looked at the girl beside him, who was cool to daydream. He touched the girl's palm, then grabbed it. The girl gasps, "E-eh?"

Devan chuckled and peeked at the girl's cheeks at a glance. "Why? Think about that?"

Zahra nodded slowly. "What the hell," he replied with a smile at Devan.

"How's it? From then on it kept on dreaming. What daydream, anyway?" Devan moved his seat closer to Zahra.

"Ga know, I'm confused" he said.

"You want a story?"

Zahra. He is confused if telling a story, should the model story how? He only felt that Naysha's attitude was just made up, his heart saying so, for some reason. Doubt also slipped into his mind, it was only natural that Naysha would behave like that. The girl must have considered him a rival.

Zahra approached Devan. Son once did this to him, he smiled remembering it—hopefully succeeded this time.

Without cue, Zahra put her lips close to Devan's lips, then sucked the chewy object strongly. Devan was surprised, he now controls his heart that does not want to stop disco.

Devan slowly rubbed Zahra's head after the girl removed her lips. "Wouldn't you start being naughty now?" Devan showed his smirk

Devan's swipe down the cheek, making Zahra slightly flushed. His hand slipped behind Zahra's neck and advanced his nape, making the distance that had been made now eroded again.

Devan put his lips back on Zahra's rancid lips, closed his eyes and moved his tongue. Zahra who saw Devan close her eyes finally closed her eyes. Sensing Devan's soft, intoxicating kiss and slowly becoming opium, Zahra began to return the kiss.

They stopped after their oxygen supply ran out, Devan chuckled and wiped the corners of his lips and the corners of Zahra's lips.

Zahra breathed a sigh of relief, her hands moved hugging Devan. Drowned his face on the chest of the field of the man he now loved.

Devan laughed when he managed to make Zahra's cheeks again blush, the girl was embarrassed. Zahra was aware of what she was doing, but she needed it now. It feels more relieved.

"Thanks." -."

Devan knows that the girl is currently in a state of turmoil, only that she cannot force Zahra to tell her story. All he did was return Zahra's embrace and rub his head slowly. Letting Zahra be as comfortable as it is.

Zahra let go of his embrace, looked up— looked at Devan who was now also looking at him in the shade. "The son of the mistress kissed her time in the hospital yesterday" he said innocently.

Devan chuckles and hugs Zahra again. "Now you're stealing my kiss, Ra. How are my lips? Like?"

Zahra Pinched Devan's waist upset. The man laughs witfully, Zahra throws lips.

"Uluh-ten, it's ugly if his lips go forward. Don't be shy, I'm optimistic that you like it!"

"Devan ...," whine Zahra.

They let go of hugs, Zahra again corrected her sitting position and put on a safety belt.

"Ha–ha, very nervous anyway same prospective girlfriend!" Devan pinched Zahra's cheek.

"sickness ...." Zahra again smashed her lips. It makes Devan more anxious at the same time dear to the girl next to him.

Devan came back to kiss those lips. "sorry. Don't be so full of lips. Can be thumped my sister-in-law, if you bring you home in a state of swollen lips." Devan moved away and started driving.

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Swinging is a term in which we exchange partners in lovemaking. The person who does this is called a swinger.

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