BIAS & ZEE ROMANCE

THE COMPETITION PARTICIPANTS REPRESENTATIVE

..."Why is my heart so irregular near Bias's sister." (Zee)🥀...

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Two Weeks already Zee became a student of SMA DUTA BANGSA. Now the gray white uniform was already attached to his body. Every day he went through with enthusiasm, yes although other students often scorned because of his different face, he was black. Not angry, Zee seemed relaxed, he ignored every reproach, he just thought to study in earnest, for other matters are not important.

"Is there a guy named Ziva in this class?" A tall male student appeared to waltz into the 1A class that became Zee's class. Judging by his confident gesture day, he was not a 10th grade student, maybe 11th or 12th grade.

"That's the one who erased the blackboard named Zee!" Ayu one of Zee's classmates who was happy to change hairstyles to school replied.

The student drew closer to Zee, the still confused Zee still flinching as the man approached. "Lo Zee?" said it.

"I-yes, Brother. A-da a-pa ya Ka-kak looking for me," said Zee. He seemed to confirm the position of his glasses.

"Not much to ask! Come with me to the office!" straightforwardly the man without looking at Zee in the slightest. Both were not seen again.

"Well, what's that Zee called into the office? Did he do anything?" lontar Siska cynical, raised next to the lips up, obviously he did not like Zee. Yes, for those from well-respected families what is Zee! Poor Girl scholarship recipient with a mediocre face.

The students in the class whispered to each other about what happened to Zee. Why Zee should be called to the office.

"What's this about? Disband! Disband! Just jump at you! Let's get back to our seats!" pekik Dhafa's.

"Huu .. who is such a loyal friend!" The atmosphere of the class boisterous instantaneously, not liking the behavior of Dhafa. Yes, according to the other students, both Zee and Dhafa are poor duo who do not deserve to be considered and only vilify their class with their second cup appearance.

Not long after the teacher of the field of study entered the classroom and began to teach, the atmosphere of silence was instantaneous. All the students seemed to seriously listen to every material given.

In a different place a pair of legs continued to step following the tall figure that was before him. He who a while ago called Zee, now directs Zee's body towards the teacher's room. Inside the teacher room, eight students seemed to be lined up. Their faces were very unfamiliar to Zee.

What's the matter? Why should I be called here?

The confused Zee could only mutter inwardly.

"Are you Ziva?" Zee who was still in his own mind was shocked to hear that question. The pretty face with the pink hijab looked staring intensely at Zee. Although the woman had never taught in her class, but from the clothes she was wearing it is clear that she was also a teacher at Zee school.

"I-ya Ma'am," Zee replied stammered as before.

Zee looked around at every corner of the teacher's room, watching the activities of the people in the room. Some of the teachers seemed busy checking on the task, while the eight students standing beside him kept glancing at each other staring at Zee as if disdainfully.

"The species, are you really a graduate of Pertiwi Junior High School?" asked the teacher with the pink hijab again while noticing Zee's appearance from top to bottom, she smiled afterwards.

"Right, Mom," Zee replied. The teacher nodded.

"Okay, we just have to wait for one more person" said the teacher again while writing something in his book. Zee entered the line and bowed.

Zee did feel unfamiliar, especially the gaze of the less friendly upperclassmen made her less comfortable. Zee took in his breath repeatedly, trying to calm down and keep his mood in good order.

Not long ago a man with a tall body strapping knock on the door of the office space. The teacher's mother in pink headscarf immediately invited the man in a white-gray uniform to enter. He looked out and smiled at everyone in the room.

An unexpected thing appeared, Zee's chest was instantly congested, the heart was beating fast, his eyes were round looking at the figure of the man who was now walking casually towards him. The man really did not let his lips tighten, he continued to smile kindly and nodded at anyone.

Brother Bias .... I looked again at that face, a beautiful face with good manners. Am I dreaming? Why is God so good ....

Bias is now standing right in front of the teacher's desk with a pink hijab, as Zee's heart grows more willing to take it off. Imagine the distance between himself and the man not even a trace. Very close, almost touching two shoulders both.

Zee took a deep breath, feeling the delicate perfume emanating from the body of the man by her side as if to make Zee's body go limp. Tight-tasting.

What's wrong with me? Conscious Zee!!

Zee raised his face up now. He tried to see the face that had ravaged his heart since a week he was at the school. The face was caught clearly through Zee's current pair of beads.

Handsome, very handsome! Zee continued muttering.

Brother, look at me, Brother ...! Lookatme! Let's look, brother!

Zee did hope Bias knowing of Zee's presence began to count down in her heart.

One ... two .. ti-gaa!

And ...

"Hi," who was biased when her eyes caught Zee's face. How the feeling of the heart was really indescribable, the heart seemed to jump uncontrollably, the irregular beat caused a great tightness.

"Hey, you're all right?" The small lips belonging to the strapping man beside Zee again opened, Bias greeted Zee again.

There was no answer from Zee, who could face the teacher in a pink hijab, shrugging his shoulders up as if confused by the behavior of the girl next to him.

"Zee, Ziva .. You're okay, right? You're okay aren't you?" ask the teacher in pink. Zee was shocked, even his consciousness returned.

"Basar poor girl, just called Bias so just straight away," said the upperclassman beside Zee. Zee.

" Yes ma'am, ma-af .. I'm fine, ma'am" said Zee, glancing at the 8 people lined up beside him, looking at him with a cynical look. Zee turned to the left after, making sure Bias did exist. Zee let out a rough breath while smiling. Yeah, Zee's glad he didn't dream.

Bias's smile was very sweet, Bias remained friendly even though my face was ordinary. It does not distinguish humans. Brother Bias .. how do I neutralize my race. Zee .. conscious Zee, remember mom and sisters! You go to school to study and not busy thinking about the heart! Ah ... Astagfirullah.

Zee lowered his head afterwards, realizing his behavior was wrong.

"Okay you've all gathered, I won't beat around the bush. For those of you in the 11th and 12th grade, of course, already know who I am, except you. You ... What was your name?"

"Zee, Mom."

"Oh yes Zee. Previously introduce my name Maharani, I teach the field of Informatics studies devoted to the 11th and 12th grades. Here I was appointed as the person in charge of the race, for others of course already know yes, that every school year we always follow the race held by SMA CENDIKIA. This year is like that too. Our school will send 10 students as school representatives. After much deliberation, you are the ten who became our choice of the entire board of teachers!" The sentence stopped a female student looking to raise her hand. Maharani stared and let him talk.

"Why was he in 10th grade also chosen, ma'am?"

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