MAZOYA (I'm Not Me)

THE MAZOYA 35

"Gue felt his way with my employer." Zoya glanced towards Zain who was walking beside her.

Zoya let out a long sigh several times. It feels really sick. Along the way, all eyes were on him.

Zoya smiled wryly. Just this time, Zoya felt completely unconfident. "Like an ugly duckling with the prince." muttered Zoya sighing. Comparing himself to Zain.

"What's wrong?" zain asked, feeling Zoya say something.

Zoya stops her steps. "May keep your distance." pinta Zoya displays her judas face.

"Part of distance. Why why?" ask Zain who knows nothing.

Zoya again took a long breath. Twisted his eyes with a puff. "Aren't you aware, from now on all eyes are on us." growled Zoya, feeling as insensitive as Zain.

Honestly, there was a sense of unease when he walked with Zain. If Zoya had been herself, she would have stepped up with her chin raised.

But Yaya's body shape makes Zoya a spectacle. Now Zoya feels what Yaya felt first. I really want to be angry at everyone. Wanted to yell at them. Even pluck their eyeballs. But I have to hold it.

What they say is much more hurtful. If Zoya yells at them.

"I'm sorry Yaya. Sorry." inwardly Zoya, recalled the time she always said about body shamming when Yaya was still around.

"Elo take it easy, I'll change the shape of the elo. Although slowly." Zoya's inner smile faintly.

Zain looked to the right and left. What Zoya said was true. "Ehh..." Zoya is shocked, when she finds her hand suddenly held by Zain.

"Leave it. Don't mind them. Come." take Zain calmly, put his legs back in with his hands holding Zoya's arms.

"What." inner Zoya.

Zoya just kept quiet, walked around leisurely. As if he was tired of the surroundings. To be honest, Zoya's feelings aren't all right.

"Don't mind them. Let it. Think of them as statues." Zain said.

Zoya had a strange expression. "Where can." Zoya's inner.

"Elo is delicious. Handsome, nice body. I." - Ogre Zoya, it sounded in Zain's ear.

"Don't be tight, my hands hurt." Zoya lamented.

"Sorry." said Zain.

Both entered a store that sells various brands of mobile phones and their equipment. Zoya's eyes scan all the phones in the storefront.

"If only I were still the old Zoya. I don't have to think about money." Zoya.

Lucky, even though Zoya used to live well. But he does not like to shop or waste the money of the father.

He would only shop for what he needed. And all because the papa gave a monthly ration to him.

Where, if the monthly money runs out prematurely, then the papa will not give it. So Zoya can manage finances well.

The only difference is the amount of money. If he used to get a fairly large monthly ration. Now he must be able to manage the monthly salary he gets from work.

"Zoya, which one did you choose?" zain asked, breaking Zoya's daydream.

The store employees looked at them with smiles that Zoya found strange. And Zoya knows for sure what caused it. "Look if Yaya's body is slim. It would definitely be much prettier than elo." Zoya's inner annoyance.

Zoya sees a precious phone tilted, and she doesn't need to borrow money on Zain. "Sir, take a look at this one." asked Zoya, pointing to a cell phone.

"Why that one, we chose a slightly nicer one." - Zain's great-grandson, because Zoya chose a phone she thought was ordinary

Zoya smiled sweetly towards Zain. "No, this is all. The most important thing is to make a mother's phone at home." explains Zoya.

Zain smiled, looking at the sweet smile on Zoya's lips. And this was the first time, Zain saw that smile. Because, usually Zoya smiled fake when looking at him.

The two leave the store, after Zoya finishes choosing and buying the phone she chose herself.

"How about we eat first." Zain bargained.

"But it's night. I ate at home anyway." Zoya politely declined.

"Come on. Accompany me. My stomach feels hungry. You can eat salad." Zain advised seducing Zoya.

Zoya fell silent. Then nod. "Thank you because he has done me." Zoya said.

Both choose a place to eat that is also available in the mall. So no need to look elsewhere.

"Zain.." call a woman with graceful makeup. Looks so pretty.

Zain stood up, shaking hands with the woman who greeted him. "Hay, how are you? Why is Elo here? Who's the same elo?" ask Zain berentet.

The woman sits in a chair. "Just ask one by one dong. I'm so confused, answer which one used to be." said yes while chuckling.

He looked towards Zoya with a strange look. "Who?" ask him to Zain.

"He's...."

"The padlock in the house elo" he said interrupting Zain's unfinished sentence.

Zain looked towards Zoya with an uneasy look. "Yes, I am the maid at Mr. Zain's house." said Zoya casually.

Zain wanted to open his mouth, telling the truth. But the woman has already made her voice. "Elo is really good, let the maid eat and sit like a table." he said.

The woman glanced at Zoya. But, Zoya looked indifferent. He was busy playing his new phone.

Zain talked to the woman who had just joined them. Time and again Zain steals a glance at Zoya.

A waiter came to take Zain and Zoya's order. "Zain, this is for me." asked the woman to see a vegetable salad.

"No. It belongs to Zoya. Just order." Zain shifted the plate containing the salad as well as a glass of drink to the front of Zoya.

The woman smiled slanted. Soon she ordered food to the waiter. "Fucking helper. Why does Zain seem to treat him so special. Though she was only a helper." inwardly.

While eating, Zain looked at Zoya intensely. All because of the way Zoya eats that looks elegant and classy. "He, doesn't look like an underprivileged family boy." Zain's inner.

Many times women who turned out to be Zain's college best friend always sought attention on Zain. But Zain only responded to him normally.

Zoya enjoys the food in front of her. Zain smiled faintly, each time staring at Zoya's innocent face.