Must Choose 2

Hope

Maybe today, tomorrow or later

Millions of memories are embedded in this heart

Maybe today, tomorrow or later

No longer greeting each other even though I still hope for you

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#Flashback

Zania Pov's'

With regret that still exists to this day, because of the coercion I received from the person who a few weeks ago became the person on my black list.

I'm here with him. Accompany him to dinner at a restaurant that is quite luxurious, if I may say. But unlike you think, look at the clothes I'm wearing right now. Just an oversized house shirt and my shorts, I was casually dragged by him coming here.

Real with your thoughts at this time, the visitors there automatically look at me even though briefly after that they are busy with their respective affairs. But I feel upset about it.

He ate her food so annoyingly. As for me, just sit staring at him to finish his meal.

"You can speed up how you eat. You're deliberately slowing down your eating, aren't you?. If your goal is to humiliate me here, it's useless" I said cynically against him directly. Your patience is running out and you can't hold it anymore.

He glanced at me on the sidelines and returned with his activity of cutting the meat roasted with that medium level.

"You are here to accompany me. So sit as comfortably as possible and wait for me to finish this meal. You said you didn't want to eat yourself, didn't you" he said preparing the piece of meat.

I smiled cynically after that too. After a few minutes we walked out of the restaurant and did not forget the grumbling. I felt strange about his attitude, which was unpredictable. Sometimes he can be a human who is easy to talk to but sometimes he becomes a man who is annoying, evil and that must be avoided.

"Evening should be a fancy restaurant so yes. Oh yes I almost forgot, the heir of the M&company company will not be late for money. Getting rid of someone is easy too!. Especially if the person is a student with a scholarship, it is very easy to get rid of it." I said when we were in the parking lot.

He looked at me sharply and suddenly smiled sinisterly. I hate him so much when it's like that. It was so annoying to see her expression change like that.

"You're insinuating me about your friend, aren't you?. He deserves it" he said, directly riding his bike. While I stared intently at him who was using his helmet.

"You will stand there and not go up. All right" he said turn on the motor.

This man is crazy, he took me out of my most comfortable room and he intends to leave me here at night.

"I count to three if you don't ride." he said, which was not continued immediately when I quickly got on the bike very upset.

He gave me a helmet to wear.

"Sucks. You crazy boy, it sucks" My sluggish curse that I'm very slow to say. I don't care if he hears about it, because it's a fact. Until he surprised me by running his bike suddenly and made my hand reflexively hug him from behind.

Zania Pov's end

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Marcell Pov's'

I smiled happily after making this annoying woman upset. Especially after he cursed me just now, the idea of jail I did to him by pressing my bike tight and make him surprised and hug me from behind.

I'm really surprised at what he's doing right now. Without realizing it, I was happy with what had happened. A toy that I thought would be different from any other toy. And my mind is just right.

I was in his apartment neighborhood and he got off my bike and gave me the helmet he was wearing.

"You weren't taught any manners by your family" I told him. It was so fun to tease this girl. New students from Indonesia who helped his best friend will be the attitude of my group because it was his sahabt who was too involved, until he now deals with me. Even if I knew, dealing with it would be like making a time bomb go off at any moment.

He looked at me sharply and came straight closer to me.

"Wise brother Marcell, thank you for the time today even though I didn't want it, I said back to my apartment brother, excuse me" he said very upset and instead made me laugh at his attitude. But he ignored it and with a stomp of his feet he left me there with my laughter looking at his behavior.

"In line with expectations, it was fun" said I who immediately turned my bike away from the neighborhood.

Marcell Pov's end

#Flashback off

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After last night, when Zania and Marcell were arguing really great. The next morning Zania had intended and was getting ready to get out of the Mansion which a few months ago became her residence.

Last night's events are still clearly remembered by Zania. When Marcell was furious with him and Martin, Marcell's father separated Zania and Marcell in time because Jesicca called him.

Jesicca looked at Zania sadly, as Zania stuffed all her stuff into the suitcase.

"You're going, now. Is not resolved well Nia" said Jesicca worried and rather he was already comfortable with the existence of Zania in the mansion.

Zania looked at Jesicca sadly. But the decision is unanimous. Marcell's attitude cannot be taken carelessly. The man, even though his father has intervened, is still strong with his stance and will not change the already fatal decision.

"I have to go Jes. I'm here because of you and the people I love. But, right now I have to go, you have recovered as well, what am I here for. Because my agreement with that man is to make you happen and stay away from my family not to stay with you. Because I also didn't expect to stay one-stop with a shitty, crazy guy like him" Zania said, which is really hard to say to Jesicca. Zania already thinks of Jesicca as her own sister, despite a painful past.

"You've been thinking that way all along, Nia. I thought you.." said Jesicca staring sadly at Zania who was done with her stuff.

"I'm sorry Jes, I'm sorry. You're like my own brother here. You made me strong against that man. But now, my business here is done and I have to go" Zania said sincerely and Jesicca held back her tears and let Zania leave the mansion.

"I hope you will be happy after getting out of here Nia" Jesicca said staring at Zania's departure from the room

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See you next again