Not Glass Cans

73. Shots of Zayn

Tok...! Tok..! Tok..!

My shock at the knock on the door, overpowering the shock as it slipped on the soul's journey towards the dreamland. That knock I made sure from Zayn, I've memorized the way the sableng boy hit the door in my room.

Please understand me, maybe Zayn does not understand the schedule of paid leave at his home. I still refuse to open two eyes. Still hugging tightly with bolsters on hands and feet.

Tok..! Tok..! Tok..! Tok..! Tok..!

Gedoran this time more convinced, who immediately stood behind the door of the room is Zayn, the pubescent prospective doctor. From the chosen majors, Zayn should understand, any age can be puberty. Did the first pubescent come slow? Or did both puberty arrive very quickly? Regardless, Zayn's behavior bothers me a lot!

"El..! Up, El! Open the..! A minute!" Duh, Maak! If it's this noisy, it's very troubling. Even a small voice, in the silence of this night, is certainly more noisy.

I rushed the door, more than the spring that was pressed and then removed. That's the way my feet are going to the door.

Chequek!

The one I guessed, and he was the one. Looking between the doors, Zayn was standing looking at me. The boy looks like a Korean oppa is getting handsome and cool on the dim patio of my room. I've left this terrace without lights.

"El..."

"Zayn, it's night. Just talk tomorrow!" I cut off Zayn's words with my firm reprimand.

"El, just for a second. Tomorrow I have an event with the people in Sekupang.." As with the usual style, the end of Zayn's shoe was readily wedged between the gaps of the door that I might close later.

"Just come back from a little Zayn.." This time I narrowed the door, just in Zayn's shoes.

"Tomorrow evening, I'm leaving again, El. At night, I should have been in Singapore. Now just talk." It is not the feet that hold the door. But Zayn's hands also began to push my door plan strongly.

I gave up, besides Zayn had exerted his power, my drowsiness was gone, and I also wanted to talk.

We sat on the poolside bench. Bright light shone from the room. I grabbed the light button before I came out. And I left that door wide open.

"Just let's talk to Zayn. It's almost late." We sat in different chairs and aligned.

"El, you understand? L like you. I love you, El. I mean it." Zayn's whisper sounded serious I heard. Even though I guessed it, it feels pyar.pyar too! Zayn shot love at me?!

"What you think is monkey love, Zayn. That's exactly what your mother said." I gave my tone, I refuted slowly, hoping to realize it. Madame Mutia, her mother could be hanging me!

"Don't fuck up my age, El. My brain isn't as small as my age. I have been studying medicine for years. I'm so sure of how I feel." Zayn's face was serious, at that moment, looking not a boy..

"What is the relationship of feeling to your annual study, Zayn..?" I was a little hesitant with my understanding of Zayn's words.

Zayn was staring at me strangely. Smooth white face, shiny increasingly bright exposed biased lights.

"The relationship is close, El. In my annual study, biologilah the main science that I touch. So I understand how I feel. My body reacts when I see you, El. Even if I remember you, I can't stand it. I'm tormented, El. Understand my feelings. Come on, El, we'll just get married." Maak..! Duh.., sableng boy, what a vulgar remark. Not all couples, one of the reasons for marriage is so. Without love, everyone can feel it. Everyone knows that, right? Little brat..!

"Heishn.. Zay! You're in puberty. Any man, whatever you feel. No need to study medicine. If the solution is only marriage, pak Penghulu it will flood the job every day..Because Junior High wants to get married!" I think I'm like a brother talking to his pubescent brother.

"Alright, El, don't get married. You don't think that's necessary, do you? Let's just go to the hotel!" Hinh..! Zayn's getting so stupid I think. Looking at Zayn like that, I was so worried!

"Don't tell me, you're Zayn. You're not polite to me." I rebuked the sableng boy in a quiet voice. The atmosphere around us was very quiet.

"You underestimate me, El. I respect you, I respect you. I said love you, I wanted to be serious, not play you. But, what's your response? If I want, I'll take you to my room. Who would dare to help you?" The words of Zayn were so soft I heard. He said, Who would dare to help me? Who's..?

*In addition to wishing from the help of my Lord?!*