Love for Zahra (END)

60. Story of Zakia Bag. 1

I am not a rich man's son. My family is middle to upper class. I come from one of the villages located in Malang district.

The first experience of life in the room because I was accepted as a student at one of the state universities in the city of Malang. Living away from my parents has been more than two years.

I know a lot of students from various majors, because I often follow organizations. Maybe, starting from there, I know a lot of male friends. Just a friend.

Many of them were most wanted in his majors. Fashionable appearance, beautiful face, rich children, cars or motor sports, following activities everywhere, must attract the attention of students.

Devan, Alan, Arya, Raka, are some of them. They were all my friends from High School. They are also guys who have a lot of fans.

Several times I met them at the organization events I participated in. Joking, joking, not infrequently they always give me a ride home if Rio does not pick me up.

Arya, she has a boyfriend who's just like her. Name, Alena. He often looks cynical when I gather with the four of them. Especially with Arya.

Alena also threatened me without Arya's knowledge.

At that time, we, me and four friends, Alena was also gathered in one of the cafes. Several times Arya threw a joke at me, as well as others.

I can see Alena's sinister face on me. I know, from the beginning he did not like me, let alone my closeness with Arya.

I remember very well, at that time he asked permission from other friends and asked me to accompany him to the toilet. Women's habits, just go to the toilet.

I went into the toilet. Tidying up a little appearance that I think is messy.

Before long, Alena came out with her cynical face. Stand next to me and face a large mirror on the wall.

"Wag! Look atyou! Aren't you ashamed of how you look like sitting with Arya and the others?" ask Alena at the time.

I looked at him for a moment through the reflection of the glass. A little bit too did what he asked. Indeed, my appearance is not as fashionable as he is.

"You better stay away from them. Especially Arya. Didn't you think? They're ashamed to have an ugly theme like you! Looks mediocre just kok belagu. Sok-sok an befriend the most wanted guy," he said again.

"And one more! Don't mess with me, I can do anything to keep you away from Arya" she whispered right in my ear before she came out of the toilet.

He came out leaving me alone in the toilet. I caught up with him, and went back to see the others.

I sat back at my place. Pick up the cell phone lying on the table. I typed a short message for Rio, I asked him to pick me up at the cafe.

"I went back first, yes" I told them.

"Why? Not yet finished the food," asked Raka.

"Here, boy I'm going to pick you up," I replied by emphasizing the man's words by looking at Alena. I want him to know that I'm not even interested in Arya. Because only Rio can steal my heart.

My phone rang quite loudly. Making all of them sit around the table stop the chat and look at me.

"Hello, Yang," I replied after picking up the phone from Rio.

"I'm in front" Rio said on the phone.

"You broke in, Yang. It's I'm still cleaning up my stuff" I said. Watching Alena's facial expression getting cynical to me.

I saw Rio go inside the cafe. I waved my hand at him. He also approached me. Greeting my male friends, as well as Alena.

See, Alena? My boyfriend is cooler than Arya, my teasing at him through the look in the eye.

"Here tube, Bang. The rush is like a lot" said Devan.

They all knew Rio. Because they used to play in my boyfriend's shop. Rio and I have been a few years. Devan called him 'Bang'.

"Next time yes. Much work. Princcess asked to be picked up," Rio replied.

"Sincerely invite him," I grumbled.

"Ikhlas dong, dear. Come on," he replied with a hand that also ruffled my hair.

After I packed the thick books on the table, I stood up and bailed on everyone. Stuffing out my package books to Rio and holding his hand.

Before I actually left I gave my most beautiful smile to Alena who clearly saw her sour face.

Want what? Even my boyfriend willingly brought my things, ridiculing me through facial expressions.

I told Rio everything back then. On the way home, he listened to all my frustrations.

Starting from the threat given by Alena, to my deliberate indulgence to her in front of all of them.

I'm glad Rio always likes to listen to my stories. He also talks about his activities every day. He also told me about his cousin, Zahra.

After the incident at the cafe. Some days I deliberately busied myself so as not to meet with Alena or Arya.

Not evading, I just don't want to make trouble or add enemies. I've had enough to show Alena that I'm not going to take her lover.

I admit, making friends with the most wanted is really emotionally draining for the soul. Not to mention the scorn of their other fans.

But I don't give a shit. Because I've known them for a long time. And I also know that one of them likes me.

Other times I've been under threat from Alena. I remember, the moment before I received the calamity that destroyed my future, a few weeks ago Alena invited me to hang out with Arya and the others as well.

I don't know what kind of coincidence, at that time Rio couldn't accompany. He went to the village where Mbak Zahra lived. Deliver the man who is currently officially the lover of Mbak Zahra.

At that time Alena took me and others to go to a twenty-four-hour cafe in the city center. There were three other women who were with us. They're all Alena's gangmates.

I feel like people are lost among them. How not? They seemed to be in pairs in front of me. Alena and her friends made fun of me, because my friends were more interested in fashionable women like them.

What do they call fashionable? What is it by wearing clothes lacking in materials in public places that are fashionable? Wearing makeup that is thicker than wall paint is also fashionable? Love to get attention and seem aggressive on handsome men is also fashionable?

I didn't understand the people in front of me at the time. Expanding their bodies makes wild fantasies of perverted-brained men. I was ashamed to see them at that time.

Wanted to go home, but Rio couldn't pick up. Staying still feels sick of seeing their disgusting behavior.

At last I decided to go back to my own boarding house with an online motorcycle taxi. For too long with them, I was afraid of being contaminated by their shameless behavior.