BIAS & ZEE ROMANCE

I'M INTERESTED, BROTHER

..."I looked again at that face, the face of the man who wanted to help me even though I was ugly." (Zee)🥀...

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The white-hijab woman escorted Zee to her class after a while compressing a bruise on Zee's face due to the hit of the volleyball.

The serious faces in the classroom filled with children with Zee-like looks instantly boisterous. Yes, pigtail style 2 with red white ribbon, name tag with instant noodle cardboard and black crackle plastic that became a book container complement the blue white uniform worn by Zee.

The students in the class looked at each other and whispered looking at Zee. Not because Zee is late for sure, but because Zee's ugly face is the dominant look seen in Zee.

They must be talking about my ugliness, let it go! If they knew this was just a mask, they would be shocked. I'm the ugly Zee.

Zee tried hard not to laugh out of pain due to bruises on his cheek.

Sella, a PMR member who helped compress Zee's lebab, appeared to speak to some of the OSIS members in the class and explained the reason for Zee's delay. The upperclassmen finally understood, they asked Zee to come in and sit on an empty bench.

Zee looked around the classroom. The eyes were round looking at a stranger sitting at the back with an empty stool beside him. Zee finally decided to sit there.

The man with flapy hair seemed to be looking with a friendly look towards Zee. Zee really held back hard not to smile in front of the man in front of her. His name is Dhafa, Dhafa Syakir. Yes, one school with Zee before, he does not know Zee at all at this time, because Zee looks ugly.

"Lo why are those smiles, you're healthy right?" dhafa said realizing that Zee, who had been sitting on the bench by his side, kept smiling.

"Gpp I'm just sitting with you, Dhaf!"

"Lo know my name?" shock Dhafa.

"Know, we're often racing together!"

"The race? Lo who really is? How do you know me, or do you wish to be a psychic? Can you read that heart?"

"What the hell, I'm Zee! We're one Junior High, evil Dhafa doesn't know me!" Zee continues to talk with lips that have now pursed. For a moment Zee forgot that he had changed his appearance.

"Zee's? His ziva?" dhafa said watching Zee's performance from top to bottom. Zee nodded.

"lik! Zee is white, but lo------

Not to mention that the sentence was finished, Dhafa had already stuck his palm onto Zee's arm, he was rubbing it. Yes, Dhafa saw the mole in the lower corner of the lip of the girl sitting next to him, he remembered Zee also had it.

"Dhaf, what are you doing?" And it's true. One arm was suddenly white. Zee immediately picked up a round box containing charcoal flakes and began flattening it on the arm.

"Lo's not sane, Zee!"

"Huss, diem! It's our secret, okay!" Zee's eyes blinked in part making Dhafa know how Zee's real face melts away.

"Let me know why you're ugly in your face, Zee!" Dhafa begins to pick up Zee with various questions.

"Pelanin by your voice, Dhaf! Said the High School period beautiful, I want to find sincerity in the High School period, sincere friends, people around, also sincere love! Now you understand why I'm doing this?"

Dhafa shook his head, the girl who became an idol in her Junior High because of her intelligence and beauty was choosing to be ugly. Somewhat strange, different indeed the girl before him was with many other girls. But everyone has the right to do as he wants. And this is how Zee sought sincerity, maturity in his transition. Dhafa nodded afterwards.

TUK ...

A marker appears to land on Zee and Dhafa's desk. Both surprised.

Dhafa and Zee came forward.

"Where are you guys from Junior High?" ask a female upperclassman who is quite beautiful but jutek and looks arrogant, from the name tag stitched in the uniform her name is known as Amel Putri.

"SMP PERTIWI, Sis!" answer Dhafa.

"And Lo's the prettiest one class?"

"SMP PERTIWI as well, sister," said Zee grinning, clearly Amel was rubbing his face. Zee looked down after.

"Rupanya again on reunion. Yauda, as a punishment you guys chat as you please in class, you two have to sing a loud Halo-halo Bandung song but vowels over 'i' all!"

Dhafa and Zee glanced at each other. "Why on each other's lyrics, let's sing!"

Hili - hili Binding

Lady kiti piriyingin

Hili - hili Binding

Kiti wining-kining

Sidih limi titi tidik birtimi coolnyi

The two sang, and the class started to get boisterous. "All quiet! Do you want to be punished too?" The contents of the class were silent again, but clearly the upperclassmen in front seemed to be enjoying the cuteness of Zee and Dhafa. They turned to look back and smiled.

TOK ... TOK ....

"You guys stop!" Dhafa and Zee stop their melodious song. The classroom door opened. A bunch of tall men seemed to enter, but among the 7 men there was one who immediately made Zee's chest rustle. He saw again the face, the face of his helper, Kak Bii.

A tall man, quite handsome face also looked forward. Zee also knew this face, the face that greeted him earlier at the gate whispered and then left. He stood not far from Zee's position, Reyyan Abidzar stuck the name in his uniform.

"Excuse all new students of SMA DUTA BANGSA, introduce me Reyyan, I stand as the chairman of OSIS at this High School, as we know our school has a vision : Realizing people who are virtuous, caring, cultured, environmentally sound, superior in achievement, and competitive in the global world. With this I want to appeal again for disciplinary problems, because it turns out there are still many new students who come late this morning. Why do we give punishment, nothing else to appear in you to be a better person and not repeat the mistake again, understand!"

All the students including Zee nodded confirming his OSIS brother's remark.

Can speak properly also he after punishing me running muterin field. But okay, um I was wrong earlier, Zee monologue.

"OK, in addition to disciplinary discussion, it should also be known that in our school there are various extracurriculars that you can follow according to your interests. On this front are the brothers of the basketball exkul who want to introduce their exkul." The head of OSIS named Reyyan stepped back and forward the man that Zee had wanted to see.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi. Good afternoon, introduce us from Exkul Basket, I Bias the head of basketball at this High School, basketball excrement in this school includes exkul who actively participate in the race and thank God we never go home empty-handed. Our cohesiveness, cooperation, defense and independence grow in the souls of our members. I will give you the form, you can fill if you are interested in joining our excursion and can be collected to OSIS brother in front of you. Thus from me, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Reverse bias.

"Well, have seen the handsome brothers in this High School, please note that Bias also served as vice chairman of OSIS. Bias nodded. Is there anyone who is roughly interested in Kak Bias in this class, ups I mean interested in joining the Basketball exculp?"

Quickly the fingers of Zee were lifted. "I'm interested, Brother!"

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