BIAS & ZEE ROMANCE

I'M GONNA TALK, BROTHER

Sunday looked bright, the second Sunday after the basketball game the other day. Two weeks so heavy Zee felt. His heart never lost even a second of bias. Love is beginning to take over that brain. Although people around feel Zee through the day normally, but Zee personally feels empty. His heart needs certainty from the figure of the man who has disturbed him with the likes and requests for taste replies written in the sweet pink paper.

That week wrapped in jeans and army-colored T-shirts Zee set foot outside the house. The duffel bag had sports clothes on his shoulder. Zee walked excitedly that day, because he was determined to talk to Bias after training later. Zee has put aside his embarrassment. For him the certainty of bias is important to normalize his heart that whipped 2 weeks without certainty. The problem of the consequences that he will find thought after.

Zee got off the angkot at 9 in less than 10 minutes, where an extracurricular exercise routine was held at 9 a.m. He had just crossed over when a Ducati passed through the gates of his school. Just saw the figure of Bias in the distance the chest was already up and down irregularly and Zee tried hard to neutralize the work of the organ in it.

Zee stepped in, looking some of his basketball colleagues are ready on the court. Zee's eyes immediately looked at the beautiful face, Bias that he saw a moment ago in front of the gate seemed ready with after sports attached to the body. Unaware of Zee's arrival, Zee rushes to the dressing room.

Because today Johan was there a need, he did not come to practice. Finally Bias and some basketball seniors took the position of replacing Johan. The number of basketball members increased after the victory achieved the other day, making Bias decided to collect all new children to be divided into several groups. A senior holds every group including Bias.

Zee was collected with the women's basketball team that yesterday's race. Hearing the issue that the MANDALA school will hold a women's team basketball competition 2 months later, Bias asked Zee to train with the women's team on a different field.

Zee according to though his heart actually wants to be close to Bias. The Sunday he waited and hoped to interact more intensely with Bias was in fact nil. Bias now seems busy with the new members of Zee's 10th-grade classmate who just joined.

There is no time before Zuhur means that extracurricular activities will end. The bias reassembles all members and pronounces the closing preface and prayer before the end of the day's practice.

The whole group changed clothes and split up afterwards. Some people are still in school playing basketball, some choose to practice worship and some go straight home. Other extracurricular members such as PMR and Paskibra who will take part in the race are still in school and are resting.

Zee sat in front of the mosque waiting for Bias who was performing worship inside. A while later he confirmed the existence of Bias, but Bias no longer exists. Zee who saw Bias walk out the door of the other mosque towards the canteen immediately accelerated his pace. It was important for Zee to speak to Bias that day. He needs certainty! I don't know what happened after that wasn't in Zee's brain.

Zee's been locked up at the moment. His net circulated his gaze and caught Bias sitting with a girl. The heart was beating rapidly. Zee tried not to get carried away with his brain's negativity. Zee who felt Bias had a taste for her with her sword is now approaching.

"Hi Zee's. You haven't come home yet?" say back Bias. Zee shook his head.

"It's our underclassman who won the women's basketball race yesterday, right, Yang?" Nasya who just finished exkul dance throws words. Yes, who now does not know Zee with his uniqueness and achievements.

Zee's chest tight, said the call of the girl who is his upperclassman against Bias suddenly made Zee shocked. Zee stared angrily at Bias who had just nodded. The netra was already very sad. Zee felt Bias playing him.

"Oh yes Zee, this is Nasya." Zee was still unmoved digesting what happened.

"Hai Zee, you're a smart student, nice to know you. Meet Nasya, Bias' girlfriend!"

How hurt is so indescribable. Zee even ignored Nasya's hand sticking out toward him. Those eyes were getting redder along with the increasingly slashing tightness.

"Bias I want to talk!" In the end, the word was spoken.

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