Adek I'm BAD

45. Deal

Currently Zahra and her friends are in the cafeteria, waiting for the change of class by filling the stomach that has been out of hunger.

"So, which place is lucky this time for us to visit?" zahra asked, putting a mouthful of noodles in her mouth.

"Don't you listen last night, huh?"

"That's mah, my brother acc. Actually, I have no interest in GC that you make. It's real noisy."

"Lo mah that ...." His friends made a sulking pose, Zahra became amused herself.

"Don't be, don't do that to you."

"Lucky place this time, which will be visited by cogan same cecan is—"

"Here, don't be sok ngartis lo... kek presenter award only."

"We go to Raja Ampat," said everything simultaneously. Making the canteen residents watch their tables, while Zahra, the girl dropped her jaw. "Huh?"

"Lo don't like it? Or maybe it's just as uncomfortable?" ask Ardelia who is to the left of Zahra. It seemed like Zahra was shocked when seen from her expression.

"Eng–. You're choosing gawks." Zahra's shock was only temporary, the proof is now that the girl is eating her noodles voraciously.

Why did they choose Raja Ampat? Raja Ampat promises beautiful scenery, not only land but also beautiful sea views. The green sea water tosca attracts all these young people to dive it.

Raja Ampat also presents a view of twilight that is second to none. The best spot to see the twilight view is Saonek Monde. Saonek Monde is a small uninhabited island. The area is no more than one hectare, but the beauty is so charming.

In addition, friendly locals seem to be the main attraction for tourists.

Raja Ampat is suitable for those who want to calm down, especially for these students. The natural coolness, without pollution, makes anyone who comes will feel the comfort and tranquility of the haqiqi.

"So, how many people are coming?" ask Zahra to the others.

"There are 21 people in total" Ica replied, looking at her phone.

"Twenty-one? Much greatly. Have a look!"

Ica gave her phone to Zahra, the girl with the ponytail watching the list carefully. "This adds to my brother's gang as Una who, huh?"

"Gue" said Devan, who was to the right of Zahra. He forgot that Devan was also one of Rio's gang members.

"Gue who invited Una and his friend. It's not papa, is it?" son asked, fearing that Zahra would not agree if he invited Una and his two friends.

There were actually two more people who were not mentioned, but Zahra was sure that the one who entered was her brother. Zahra. "Ohhh ...." His friends who saw it patted their eel, it turned out just like that Zahra's response. "Emm, if the participant adds two more people how?"

"Yee, I think you want to be angry," Ina said after looking at Zahra for quite a while.

"Ngapain angry try. So what if you add two people?"

"Yes, ga papa," replied Ardelia.

"The others?"

"Ga papa, dear Zahraku," the other replied in unison.

Zahra chuckled with the cohesiveness of her friends. "OKAY. So gini for girls, you are looking for travel and book regular class airline tickets, as many as 23. The purpose of Raja Ampat, do not forget! Ntar y'all messennya other purpose. Nahh, for guys, you are looking for a suitable lodging for 23 people, if you can capacity 25 people. How's it? Understand all of you?" zahra said at length.

"Next, Ra. I think your speech has not been done," said Jaka.

"OKAY. In Raja Ampat there are many destinations, you just decide which places we need to visit. After that, confirm it to me. Oh yeah, one more. Make consumption, you do not need to worry. There will be a courier who always delivers food to the inn. But if you want to eat out, you confirm before mealtime, no later than one day before. At the inn will be provided instant noodles with canned food. So, you stay warm if at any time hungry. That's all, anyone asked?"

"How many days are we on vacation, huh?"

"A little over a week. Anything else?"

"Udah, all your speeches I've recorded, I'll send them to GC."

"Good joob girl's. So the holiday discussion we got here aja, the others in the group."

"okay."

They continued eating while occasionally joking cheerfully. Zahra who had finished performing the eating ritual, immediately stood up. Devan held Zahra's hand, when he felt a movement beside him.

"Where?" ask Devan.

"Toilet, pee keblet." Zahra left after Devan took off his check.

Zahra immediately went into one of the bathrooms in the cafeteria, after which she glazed for a while. Justifies her messy hairdo.

A middle-aged woman entered in a hurry, the woman accidentally nudged Zahra to cause the tote bag she was carrying to fall.

Zahra immediately picked up the bag before the middle-aged woman lowered her head. It just so happened that the tote bag fell near his feet.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry" said the woman who dropped the bag.

That voice, Zahra's mind, but he still took the fallen bag.

After taking the bag, Zahra stood up straight. He could see very clearly who the woman was. Their eyes clashed, trying to spy on each other further.

"Morochen ...."

Zahra regained her senses from her gaze as the woman in front of her called out her name.

Zahra stuttered for a moment. "Mommy ...."

The woman awaits Zahra's next reaction.

"No, no way. Mami doesn't exist," she murmured softly while looking down. Zahra gave me the mother's bag. "I-this is the bag. Excuse me." Zahra came out just like that, leaving a middle-aged man who had not had the time to say thank you.

Someone took a breath. "Why is your daughter always in shock once she meets me? Is that how we are? In fact, I'm pretty sure she's your daughter. I didn't know him at all" he muttered, opening the toilet door. He smiled wryly.

"She is my daughter!" say a voice.

"W-what? Who're you?" he screamed in the toilet

"It's me, Zaskia. Take care of him for me, Az," asked the voice.

"I–it ... be–really you?" the middle-aged asked, the more raucous it was like enduring pain. Is this all real? Azkia herself doubted this.

Silent.

There's no answer.

"Zaskia, answer me! Where are you?" shouted again.

Silent again.

Reality as if it hit him, is it true that Zaskia is dead?

Meanwhile, Zahra walked towards her friends in a hurry, as if being chased by a demon. The girl stood behind Devan, then patted him on the shoulder.

"What?" devan asked without turning his head, his eyes focused on the mobile phone that was attacking.

Tripple kill!

"Car keys?" zahra Pinta. Zahra left again with Devan.

"Make what?"

"Take the bag, go home." Zahra did not bring her bag into the campus, she put it in Devan's car. Meanwhile, the stuff he put in Devan's bag. Hm, that's smart.

"Cards*n. I don't care. Where's your car keys?" Zahra raised her hand like a thug who wanted to take away the proceeds of trading money.

Devan turned off the game, then turned to look at the girl standing behind him.

"Yeah, Van. How do you back off?" jaka Maki.

"Patience, Bro. The girl is more important than the game" said Ina, after which the devil laughed while several times patting Jaka's shoulder.

For some reason, Devan's heart says that something is wrong with Zahra. So he wanted to find out.

"Gue anter—" Devan put his index finger on Zahra's lips to protest, "until the car," Devan continued. The girl nodded.

"Woyy, if you want drama don't be here dong. There are still single people here."

"The world seems to belong to both, yee?"

"The others are contracted."

"C*t!" zahra cried to his friends.

"Ra, you want to skip, huh? Follow dongg," whine Ica.

"Ga. I want to be alone again." Zahra walked away from the table followed by Devan beside her.

"Why is that kid?"

"Satanic toilet time."

Arriving in front of the car, Devan did not immediately give the car keys to Zahra. Staring at this girl in front of him, his hand moved to fix Zahra's hair that was exposed to the wind.

"Why you?" devan asked softly, looking into his eyes.

Zahra hugged the man before her, shedding all her weeping and sorrow.

Devan returned Zahra's embrace and rubbed her back slowly. "Why?" ask him again. There was no answer, there was only a sound of crying.

"It's okay, if you don't want a story. Cry if it makes you good."

Zahra took off her embrace after a few minutes. Devan wiped away the remaining tears in the girl's arm before him.

"Sorry, your clothes are wet."

Devan shakes. "You're the only one who can wet my shirt." Devan smiled looking at Zahra, it seemed like the girl was better after crying.

Zahra blushed and looked away. Devan chuckles when he finds Zahra's lips slightly curved upwards with red cheeks.

"Just, I'll take your bag." Devan got into the car and gave the owner a backpack. The girl then unpacked Devan's bag and then moved her stuff into her bag.

"Thank you."

"You careful. I'm going in first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Devan went back to his friends. He was shocked to see that Ardelia was no longer in her place.

"Well, where's Ardel?"

"Rone-time. Earlier his mother came, kek abis nangis that way, continued the same Ardel invited home."

...****...

Zahra entered a restaurant, her eyes rolling all over. The restaurant is already fully filled. As he was about to turn around, a waiter approached him.

"Sorry, Miss. The VIP room and seats are currently empty. What does miss want?"

"Well, take me to the VIP seat." Zahra followed the waiters towards the VIP seats. The seats are padded and a bit away from the usual customer seats.

"What does Miss want to order?" Waiters was standing not far from Zahra, in his hand there is a bunch of paper like bill and ballpoint pen.

Zahra opened the menu book in front of her, opened it for a while then looked at the waiter. "I want chicken and pepper and wine."

"sorry. We are not allowed to serve such a menu to the lady."

"Once so, what if the content of the chili is reduced, can? Then replace the wine with lemon tea with seafood fried rice."

Zahra will have stomach pain if you consume spicy food, especially after drinking alcohol. After all, Deron did not want his daughter to be damaged by alcohol. Zahra forgets that she is currently in one of her outgoing branch restaurants, not hers. That is why the waiters did not give what Zahra asked for.

"Wait a minute, Miss."

"Yes." Yeah."

Zahra pondered, her eyes staring at the green bamboos in the corner of the room. But his thoughts and concentration were on the incident in the toilet earlier.

"The woman again ...."

Is that really the woman he's looking for, what's Zaskia's twin? But, their faces were not similar, only their eyes, eyebrows and face shape. Even their hair is not the same. Zaskia has black hair, while women tend to be brown.

"But why do my heart and mind contradict?"

The food that Zahra had ordered had come, the girl decided to devour her pepper chicken first—also make it a side dish of fried rice.

Zahra spent a serving of fried rice and chicken pepper-ricanya, a delicious blend. Fried rice is made directly with his father's recipe, so the taste is distinctive. There is no other restaurant that serves fried rice selezat fried rice in a restaurant made by his father. In fact, the fried rice of Bi Heni and Rizki was even less delicious.

"Waitner."

Waiters who had just placed the order on the other table approached Zahra.

"Please, the fried rice is five servings wrapped, huh? Oh yeah, give me another lemon tea, coffee latex and onion ring, okay?"

"Well ladies, the order will be up to 10 minutes."

...****...

Two adults were watching the girl wearing a leather jacket from a distance. The woman in the long blue dress looked elegant with a man in an authoritative suit. Ah, don't forget the dark glasses perched beautifully on their pointed noses. Glasses that make them even more charming.

"Look, Mas. Our son is grown up."

The man lowered his glasses slightly, then confirmed it back. Observing a girl with recklessness, the girl who was enjoying fried rice while daydreaming. A smile appeared on the man's lips.

"For me, she was nothing more than a sweet little girl when I found her 12 years ago."

"You are, a child is an adult as it is said to be a child."

"Come on, you just envy me for not being able to get along with him as a kid."

The woman was upset.

"That's it. Let's go, I've seen enough of it this time. If it lingers, fear that someone will recognize us."

"When I still want to see it .. You feel good sometimes to be able to follow the children. Lah me, you brackets in the mansion."

The man stroked his wife's long black hair, smooth hair and always vanilla-flavored. He loved it since he first got married. "Sorry, Dear. So many want it. I had to do all this. There will come a time when you can see it freely, dear."

The woman sighed. "alright. I think that's enough."

The man smiled, removing his hand from the wife's head. Switch to link his fingers, walking hand in hand towards the exit. The other restaurant visitors had been observing them since, who was that rich person? Why does it feel foreign?