Talented Girl

Talented Girl
The arrival of Liza, Devan's cousin



Zyva and Devan are now on their way back to the Mansion along with the driver Devan asked to pick them up. Devan and Zyva sat side by side, but both looked at the window.


"Dev, oma same opa so come on?" ask Zyva who is still facing the window.


"Are you asking the window or am I the same?" devan asked back while holding Zyva's head and directed to stare at her.


"Yes, same you. Strange basis." replied Zyva while shaking Devan's hand.


"Oma the same Opa did not come. Opa's asthma suddenly came back this morning. But Liza came here and planned to go to school here." Devan replied, making Zyva a mangosteen.


"Waaaaah, if that's the mallem I'm back in the old room."


"Can't! You still have to be in my room." Devan said disapprovingly. This time he was very sorry to have told Zyva that his opa and oma did not come.


"Diiiih, why the hell. Are you bucin the same as me? Sampe can not separate rowdy." ledek Zella makes Devan directly staring tajan towards him.


"Babies?"


"That's not so bucin as you. Snot girl who sleeps like a sly." replied Devan made Zella roll her eyes lazy.


"Trus why dong?" ask Zyva.


"Let me fine every day" replied Devan who immediately got a fist on his arm by Zyva.


"Awh." cried Devan. "Tauuu's pain." Devan turned around to squeeze Zyva's nose but her hand landed on Zyva's lips.


Not pinching Zyva's lips, Devan rubbed her slowly. Zyva lips are very challenging to kiss. Zyva herself swallowed her rough saliva and felt something different as Devan rubbed her lips.


"Can I kiss?" tanya Devan made Zyva wake up and immediately shook Devan's hand.


"Do you want me to bite your lips again?" zyva asked, making Devan immediately back down and lean on the car seat.


"You're so fierce." Devan grumbled as he folded his arms around his chest. "But yesterday when I was kissing wasn't good Zy?" devan asked as he looked towards Zyva.


"Yes, it's not. Wicked are you, that's my First Kiss. Uh even the fall of the same you. Though I wanted first kiss I fell for the man I like." replied Zyva making Devan stunned.


"Do you not like me?" devan's question made Zyva speechless. "Are you not in love with me, Zy?"


This time Zyva was confused as to what to answer. Honestly since the beginning of meeting Devan, there was nothing special for him. Because for him Devan is just the most dangerous guy.


But when Devan kissed her lips, there was a strange feeling in Zyva that she herself did not know what it was. Especially when Devan is willing to marry him. There was a feeling of joy in his heart that he was unable to express.


"Zy," Devan moved his palm in front of Zyva's face. "It was just dreamy. Ntar kesambet loh."


"Whoever daydreams." Zyva replied. "You don't like me?" zyva asked back to make Devan throw his breath rough.


"Yes, you are asked back and forth." - grumbled Devan. "It's not so good." Devan now threw his face out the window. Shortly after, they arrived at the Mansion. Zyva got out of the car and into the Mansion.


"Hi, you must be Zyva huh. Meet me Liza. Cousins Dena and Devan." said Liza thrusting her hand towards Zyva.


Zyva immediately returned Liza's position. "Hi Liza, nice to meet you. When did you arrive?" ask Zyva.


"Just an hour ago." replied Liza who immediately turned to look at Devan.


"Hi Devan, you're getting good-looking" said Liza who immediately hugged Devan. Zyva did not bother to see the two brothers hugging. He immediately went to Devan's room to clean himself up.


While Devan who saw Zyva was ordinary when hugged by his cousin, Liza actually snorted annoyedly. Devan assumes that Zyva does not have any special feelings for him.


"Devan, how are you?" asked Liza while taking off her embrace.


"Well." Devan replied briefly and was about to leave Liza. But Liza immediately held Devan to stay nearby and invited him to sit on the living room sofa.


"Where the hell are you. It's a real rush." Liza sat Devan on the living room couch. "By the way, congratulations on your marriage with Zyva."


Devan stared at Liza, "Thanks ya." Devan replied briefly.


"But you haven't unsealed Zyva yet right? You see, Zyva is still relaxing the way." chirped Liza make Devan frown.


"You said what the hell." replied Devan who did not like the direction of Liza's conversation.


Devan immediately stood up and left Liza alone in the living room.


Since the 1st grade of Junior High, Oma and Opa Devan took custody of Liza because Liza's parents died. The death of Liza's parents was also due to an accident caused by aunt Muna, the youngest sister of papa Zen Ivander.


Currently Aunt Muna is having a baby and feels hassles if you have to babysit Liza. Finally, Liza was entrusted to the Papa Zen Mansion because there was Dena and Devan who were the same age as Liza.


Since the beginning of meeting Devan, Liza is indeed brightly expressed love for Devan and continues to pursue Devan. It's also common knowledge in the Ivander family that Liza loved Devan since First Grade Junior High.


Opa and Oma had actually reminded Liza many times to keep her attitude, but Liza had never heeded Oma and Opanya's advice. But Opa and Oma are greatly relieved when they hear Devan is already married to Zyva. And they were steady to leave Liza in the Zen Family.


Liza bagged some advice from Opa, Oma, and Aunt Muna not to bother Devan and make Uncle Zen and Aunty Auryn hassles.


Now Liza is back in the living room watching television. Auryn and Dena arrive at the Mansion and are greeted by Liza.


"Are you seriously moving to Dena's school?" auryn and Liza asked directly nodding her head.


"But it has to test first Liza baby, can not just enter the row." said Mama Auryn made Liza speechless.


"Liza tried the test first deh Aunty, if it can not enter the school Dena, to another school also does not papa." said Liza who was actually lazy to go to school.


In his old school case, Liza was too often truant. I don't know if there's a problem with what's keeping Liza out of school. Now Liza chatted with Dena until Zyva came down and joined the living room.