LOVE AND CERTAINTY

The arrival of Zen

This morning, as usual I woke up and got ready to go to school.

It seems, this morning also the wind blows with his firmness. Thus, adding to the cold that enters through the cracks of the house.

After finishing the bath, it felt like this body wanted to relax my body and enjoy the warmth from the blanket.

I also broke my wish. Because, my eyes are the type of eyes that are fixed directly molor. hihi

After I finished breakfast, I went back to my room to prepare the school supplies. Suddenly the sound of a motorbike engine stopped right in my yard. Sounding noisy but not deafening in the ears.

Tok!! Tok!!

"Assalamu'alaikum." I heard greetings from outside the house.

"Wa'alaikum salam" said Mother and then opened the door.

"Like a sound." I muttered in the room.

I recognize his voice. Yeah, no more wrong.

"For what early he came!" whispered heart. I eavesdropped on the conversation from behind the door in my room. Because, my house is not too big and my room is located in the first room. So, the distance between my room and the front door of my house is quite close.

A handsome teenage boy in his school uniform, wrapped in a white bomber jacket and ash on his arms, makes him look perfect.

"What's up, brother?" ask Mother.

"I'm Zen, Mom. Diana's friend at school" said Zen, then greeted Mom and kissed the back of Mom's hand.

"I'd like to pick Diana up to go to school together, Mom. Yesterday, Diana's bike stayed at school.

Because, a little incident happened to Diana," he continued.

Mother nodded to understand the purpose of Zen's arrival, then let Zen into the house.

"Every night, Diana sent me a message to pick her up today" Zen said.

Dugm!

"Aww!!" peekiku without a sound. I grimaced with the pain in my head from hitting the closet next to me.

"What?" i'm appalled. Then confirm my phone and grab it on the nightstand.

However, what is visible from the rest of the chatt last night is just a good night before going to bed.

"Damn it!!" I snorted in annoyance.

"What if my mom gets mad at me?" Recalling my mother's possessiveness to me.

"Awas, In. Take good care of yourself!"

"Never go with a man without a clear relationship status!"

"Never have many girlfriends!"

"If you can, a date once straight so!"

"A lot of girlfriends just invite people to talk."

"Be aware that you're pregnant..."

"Ahh,, much more is said Mother," my inner.

Eating from Junior High I only have singles status.

"Fate.. fate.." I muttered. But, I believe that Mom loves me very much.

To maintain my pride as a woman. Because I said that honor is more important than anything. If I give it to her prematurely, it will ruin my good name. "Because if men, not loved to talk, they are proud to tell what he has done!" I said remembering Mom's advice.

Therefore, I better never give my honor before its time. Because it can lift my pride as a woman in front of my husband later.

"Wait a minute, Zen boy. I'll call Diana first!" Mom then called me into the room.

I also came out, holding my backpack on my back.

"Hi, Di. How are you doing?" said Zen who looked towards my forehead.

Now, at my temple just stick a piece of hansaplast. Because, the bandage that was wrapped around my head yesterday has been removed, now I just close the scar.

"Well," I said accordingly.

"Wait, let me make you a drink!" say Mother.

"Tumben, you're friendly to my boy friend" I thought.

"Easy, Mom. We will be late for school. After all, Zen doesn't feel thirsty either, does Zen?" while glancing at Zen and giving a triumphant smile.

Zen also nodded. We finally decided to leave without any questions from Mom.

"Good!" the words came out of his mouth again. Because, Zen saw me who was still staring at the side of the bike.

"Where was yesterday's motor, Zen?" i also asked. Because I still hesitate to ride what not. Now, the bike he brought was a big motorbike'.

Yups, black ninja bike.

That adds to the cool sensation when Zen drives it.

But, if I sit behind him, I'm not ready, because the sensation must be different.

"Quick! Don't waste time! said firmly.

Finally I went up, because if Zen had given her a single look. Automatically the veins in my body forced me to follow his orders.

"Zen," I said breaking the silence on the way.

"Hmm.." murmured Zen.

"Why did you say I asked you to come get me?" I said a little bit.

"Because I drove you yesterday. So, now I feel obligated to pick you up!" the answer.

Chekiiittt!!!

My reflexes embraced Zen's body.

There was a cat running right in front of the Zen motor, which caused Zen to step on the brakes suddenly.

I also immediately let go of my hand that was coiled around Zen's waist.

"Don't you like to hug me!" said Zen who smirked a little on his lips.

"No!" i'm upset.

After stopping, Zen then pulled the bike over. Then, open the jacket he wore.

"What does he want? She, nothing's gonna happen, is she?" thought I was feeling worried.

"Pakes!" Zen commands.

My slave's soul appeared again, I also wore Zen's jacket. He smelled the scent of his body stuck to his jacket.

"Why did he give you his jacket?" batikku.

"Maybe, the moment I hugged her, she felt my cold hand.

Until, his conscience might be touched to pity me."

After I got to school, I got off Zen's bike. It seems like my journey was exhausting. The distance to school is not too far.

I walked behind Zen.

But I feel like I am the center of attention right now. A few pairs of eyes looked at me with a dislike look.

Plus Zen pulled my hand and held my hand tightly. We walk in tandem. Adding to the gripping atmosphere around me.

But not with Zen. He seemed to be smiling happily at this situation.

Arriving at the class, Nurul had first sat at our table.

I also reflexively let go of Zen's hand that was still stuck in my hand.

Nurul and Adrian looked at me with questions.

"Diana.." - Nurul .

"Hmm.." I muttered Zen's murmur at that time.

"You.." pointed at the jacket I was wearing. Perhaps, Nurul found out that the jacket I was wearing belonged to Zen. Because almost every day, when Zen left for school he always wore warm clothes. Whether it's a sweater or a jacket.

I opened the jacket I was wearing. Reversing my body and walking towards Zen.

"Thank you.." I said as I grabbed his hand to extend it forward and kept the jacket right on his arm.

I also returned to my seat.

However, this hand was as fast as lightning being pulled back by Zen.

"Thank you right later!" while his sly grin was on his lips.

"What?" my spoken. My face flushed hearing his words. Then he shook off Zen's hand and ran away from Zen.

Because I know, if he had said that. There will be great danger in asking me.

Just finished dodging the threat, then another threat came. Nurul asked me a lot of questions.

"Diana, are you okay? You're not amnesiac after yesterday?" nurul asked me strangely.

"What the hell, Nurul. I'm good ko'. Even I still remember one by one the names of my friends in this class!"

"Why can you be together, Zen?"

I just kept quiet, then shrugged my shoulders like I didn't know.

"Why can you also wear a Zen jacket?" ask Nurul again.

"So, I can't fault you, your hand is holding Zen's?" while flipping my right hand that was held by Zen.

Finally, Ms. Fani came to my class. Stopping all of Nurul's questions that seemed to introgate me.

Then, Ms. Fani approached me. "Diana, can you come with me to the teacher's room?"

"Okay, ma'am," I replied politely.

"There is something I want to say" said Bu Fani reassured.

The deg!!

My heart was afraid, "Did I make a mistake? Is it because Zen was walking in my hands?"

"Ahh, that's impossible!" mind reassuring.

"Let's Diana!" said Bu Fani resuscitated my daydream. Perhaps, Ms. Fani was surprised to see me still standing beside my desk and not yet following her.

"Ehh, good ma'am," I replied with an awkward smile.

Epilogues

While at the end of the classroom, there stood a woman with a sour face. He folded his hands and snorted in annoyance.

"Just look at you, Diana. Turns out, you didn't heed my threats, huh!

Wait for the play date, Diana! If you're still always Zen!" said the woman with anger.

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