Not Glass Cans

100. Call Zayn

Like a whiny advertisement of 'Napacin' tightly bound by a slap cord on the chest, then cut off and loose, that's what I guess. While I carried the bag tightly from Kanaya, I stepped fast and light, free for a moment from the burden and pressure that came.

The abuse that Mr. David committed on me was outrageous. In his eyes, I am a lowly girl, easy and easily conquered. Same thought with the Graceful.

This time I felt it. The lecherous lecherous video I accidentally saw playing my friends at empty hours in college, I never thought it would be a reality. Duh...Batams!

Maybe Garrick will come in soon and ask about my rude attitude at the dinner table just now. Ah, let. The answer comes when there is a question. Garrick is no longer violent. So what else am I telling you?

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Ceklek !

The sound of the television was so loud it sounded when I entered the house on the rooftop. Zayn hasn't slept. The young man was lying on the sofa while watching a noisy television.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Zayn." Kusapa Zayn with greetings. So I can feel safe protected. It's just me and Zayn, Garrick doesn't exist.

Without answer. My voice is indeed less loud than the volume of television that may have been set to the maximum by the sableng, Zayn. Or is he asleep? Good riddance!

My way is half settled, hoping Zayn stays asleep if he sleeps. His head was pointed at the door with his feet to the floor, so I don't know, the boy was at his desk. Moreover, one hand was hitched to me on the forehead, increasingly do not see the truth of his eyes.

I didn't see Zayn's face, my steps were slow and I was about to reach my room. The key in my hand I put it slowly, but I turned very fast, wanting to dart straight inside.

"El..!" My mom..!! Zayn has been human..

"Hey, Zayn.. You're not sleeping?" I held the door to the room I was about to close. I've displaced myself inside.

"I'm waiting for you, El. Come out after you're done with the business in your room!" Zayn exclaimed without changing his sleeping position. I didn't answer either, and then I closed the door.

I've talked my isya with a Maghrib ride afterwards. I admit my weakness, I do it this way so often. But it's better to pay the debt and be calm than to be left with a hole.

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"What's Zayn doing?" Zayn had sat down and leaned back, when he saw me coming out of the room.

"You've eaten, El?" I nod my head at Zayn.

"Where are you going, Zayn?" What's the show about Zayn..

"To Galang Island, Kampung Vietnam, El. You ever hear of that?" I nod my head at Zayn. Uda Fahri once mentioned the name of the mystical village to me. And like fishing so I'd pull to go visit there. Also from Sari, the girl once invited me to go there with her boyfriend. But unfortunately, my day and Sari's are not the same.

"Why are you there, Zayn? Counseling?" Zayn was like holding back a laugh at my question.

"Who is in the torment, El. Vietnamese ghosts there? H.ha.ha.." The sableng boy finally laughed. But I was interested in what Zayn said.. The Vietnamese village on Galang island seems quite unique and interesting!

"What time's it going, Zayn?" I ignored the boy's laughter. I'm interested in joining. Make washing your head and eyes!

"All...You coming?!" Zayn jumped from his seat. Sitting closer in front of me.

Chequek!

Scroll the door, Garrick out of the room looks cool. That lovely guy likes to take a shower at night. Makes me think of the real thing.. Duh, it smells good..!

"We leave in the morning, El. After breakfast!" The eyes of Zayn's eagle look for earnestness in my eyes. My eyes are on Zayn, but my head is on the ferocious.

"Yes, Zayn.." Just so long as it sounds.padahal promise.

"Where are you going, you guys?" Garrick slammed into the couch next to me. Duh, fragrance..

"I'll take the road with my friends, bang. The Vietnamese village. Tomorrow you must be busy with the affairs of relatives who come, right?" Zayn said quietly, as if he was really getting permission. Permits...Ah, am I yours..Garrick Julian Jusuf?!

Garrick glanced at Zayn at a glance, then at me. I took a face, not wanting to hear the prohibition sentence from him.

"If he wants to, just take Zayn. He needs entertainment. Take good care there. Tomorrow I will indeed bother to welcome all relatives at the hotel, especially those from Semarang." Zayn grinned at me as he gave his long thumbs to me. Yeah, Garrick just told me to go for a walk, maybe he understood how I felt.

"Can your mom come, bang?" Garrick shook his head faintly uninspired.

"My mom's still in therapy, Zayn. Can't go far." Garrick's face was clouded. That cool face turned grim durja. I want to pat the back, while I ask what pain is his mother? Oh, Garju..