Not Glass Cans

41. Juan?!

Passing through the dense forest of Nongsa felt very cold to me. The wind blew into the windshield of the car next to the fully opened Zayn. The handsome doctor candidate was very fond of cold. What's the point, maybe he's the only one who knows.

"You look like who, El.. Is your mother pretty, too?" Zayn's question surprised me. What does that mean, is there a compliment for me behind the question? I looked at that silent face.

"My mom.of course it's pretty, Zayn. But I look more like my father." Zayn was still staring straight at the street. Like that question wasn't just from him. I looked at the back seat, empty, there were no forest ghosts who hitchhiked.

"Does your father mind you going far?" Well, this time Zayn's mouth I just saw was completely open, moving, and talking, so not a ghost. His head is straight! Hu.hu.hu..

"When I let you know, I didn't hear the answer, Zayn.." I replied rather floating. The face of the deceased father greeted my head cursoryly.

"You mean, El.. You left without permission?" This time Zayn looked at me. I like to get it, meaning all the questions are not just a mere liquefactor of silence. I was momentarily excited.

"My father's gone, Zayn...." I gave Zayn a factual answer, hoping that the boy would immediately stop his interview session with me. I didn't want him to know that I was a runaway, gone without permission from mom, the only order I had. Sometimes, employers don't like to take workers who don't have family permits. Full of risk, that's why. And that's a fact!

"Sorry, El... But you're great, keep the spirit up, El..!" I nodded, but Zayn's hand extended to stall would touch my head. Reflexes I avoid, I don't want. My head was tilted to the left, Zayn's hand came down and hit my shoulder slightly. Zayn's hand was still stuck on the back of my chair. My heart is pounding fretfully, if the hand slides down, it will certainly hit the back..waist..hip...thigh...?! Ah.zayn sableng!

"okay..El..Sorry.sorry !" Zayn had held the wheel with both hands. Zayn remained without a smile. The boy leaned back on the back of the chair, momentarily laying his head there as well. Like taking off a heavy load. I think Zayn's attitude was somewhat different lately, the cool face of the boy was repeatedly coughed by me looked fog and cloudy.Why are you, Zayn..?!

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Walking into the lobby at the Garju hotel, most like to be in the back, this time Zaynlah's back in front of me. Eyes seeking.... Who am I looking for.?! Yep..Sariyai!!! I want to meet the girl, the receptionist of the hotel is nice to me. Considering Zayn probably wouldn't mind if we had a little chat.

Although my feet followed Zayn who slowly entered the lobby, but my eyes continued to sweep the table, the look where Sari was busy greeting the visitors. This time the hotel visitors are quite crowded, Sari is seen to continue talking with prospective customers who have just come to her hotel. This is not the right moment for me to say hello to Sari.

I focused forward again, so the tail behind Zayn was sweet. As I passed the sofa in the corner of the lobby and was about to veer into the hallway, I heard a voice chat that I once knew. My ears were straightened, though sure.

In order to ensure the results of the sound digest in the drum, I stole a glance at the corner sofa of the lobby. Huh.huh..Is.dug...My God! My heart is like it's sliding off my chest. That's exactly what I was thinking, Juan..! The owner of that big voice. Chatting with some of his friends. No matter how many people are passing by.

I immediately got the head opposite the direction of the lobby sofa. Don't ever let Juan look at me. I continued to follow Zayn's back while suppressing the nervous gurgle on my chest. This is how people feel anxious .. restless, worried, debar stirred in fear. I really don't want to see Juan. I'm not ready to meet him face to face! My heart began to weaken as Zayn led me through the long hallway of the hotel. May I avoid Juan for a while!