The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Zan (1)

Apart from everything that concerns rangga and adinata, zan also has his own personal life.he can already get whatever he wants easily. but he was always humble and did not want to be proud of himself.

a passing car parked in a cafe containing young people who were relaxing there.

"ordinary" raised his hand to the barista cafe that has often served his coffee.

zan sat alone in the corner of the window where he used to contemplate while staring out the window.The atmosphere there is a bit crowded because today is the night of young people, many young people who come with friends.

"they must be single" looked at the two women with their friends into the cafe. "pity very much" not self-conscious about himself.

"black coffee as usual" put a cup of clear glass that has been filled with black coffee.

"thank you" stared at the steam coming out of his coffee.

starting to sip his coffee very calmly and peacefully, zan was seen smiling faintly when the coffee was already flowing in his throat. The coffee was not using sugar at all, but zan was very fond of the bitter taste.

"miss Danita, do you really want to quit college?" staring back out the window. "i'm not sure that mister Rangga will take it easily, if indeed he must have really thought of Mr. Rangga" sipped back his coffee.

the cold atmosphere in the cafe adds a comfortable impression while sipping each drink.

"why are you now?" in the tranquility there were two couples who seemed to be fighting.

"it's none of your business" the man left the woman holding back her tears.

"i'm lacking what's your Dimata?" the woman's shout made the entire cafe look at her collar, except for zan.

"what the fuck are you, coming here" pulled the girl's hand very roughly.

zan did not care about the quarrel of the two couples, he chose to enjoy his second coffee glass now.

"can you not be ashamed of me?" snapped the boy while releasing the girl's hand very roughly.

"i'm lacking what's in your eyes?" holding his wrist.

"it's a troublesome girl, can not be a day just don't ask anterin I buy your things?" again the guy snapped.

"yes ok I'm sorry, aren't I?" staring with my eyes.

"whatever you are, I want to break up" leaving the girl just like that.

"sad I don't ma–" the girl fell because she tripped over the asphalt.

"hiks" she could no longer hold back her tears and heartache.

the people there looked in wonder at the woman, they had actually been staring since the fight outside took place.it seemed like the sky was supporting this woman's grief. drops of rain water fell quite profusely wet the woman's sweet clothes sitting on the asphalt.

"when are you there?" zan came with an umbrella in his hand.

"just go if you just want to ask" Masi cried.

"well my intention is to help you but it's been rejected outright" to walk past the woman, but how many steps she's stopped.

"you want to help me? really?" raising his head with cheeks mixed with tears and rain.

"send me home, I beg you to forget to bring a wallet" holding zan's hand pleaded solemnly.

zan pulled the woman up to the cafe parking lot, he opened the car door but the woman did not want to enter and instead rebelled.

"you want to kidnap me, right? why was I put in the car?" banging on zan's arm with his little hand.

"you can be quiet, can't you? you asked for a ride, right?" looking at the woman in front of him.

"yes but don't put me in a car like this dong" fell silent for a moment as the handsome face in front of him shone in his eyes.

"what are you going to ride? on foot? yasudah there" pulled out the woman and wet the back of her shirt.

"no no!" just go in forcibly and sit there quietly.

zan closed the door a little hard because he was annoyed with this woman's attitude.his intention was only to help but why did he have to use his neck veins earlier?.

"where's your house?" start the engine of the car and melt it at medium speed.

the woman next to him was looking for her cellphone and her pocket. "i left my phone at home" patted her eel but her eyes kept glancing at Zan.

"let's know where your house is" keep staring ahead without even glancing at it.

finally the woman led Zan to her house, during the trip only the woman who rambled directions to her house.

"are you stupid or what? forget about your phone and bring money just for your girlfriend?" speak coldly without letting go of his eyes.

"hey don't call him my girlfriend he's already my ex" stared intently at Zan who wasn't piqued by him.

"i don't care" yes zan did not care he only intended to help.

"hmm he's cold that's it, but he's very handsome" smiled inwardly at Zan's handsome face. "i rushed there right away when he said he wanted to meet" played his seatbelt.

"so reckless" this time zan glanced at him a little as he spoke.

"i'm still heartbroken" leaned his head against the window.

"i'm not per–"

"sutttt, just be quiet, right?" the woman's nagging glued her index finger to zan's lips.

"what the fuck is this woman?" staring at the index finger of the woman who was still attached to her lips.

"i for his knife" immediately took a packet of tissue. "oh yes, I'm allowed to cry here" when he started crying there.

"Hem" zan listened to Isak cry the woman, even the babble The woman's scolding to her ex-boyfriend was zan listen. rather than the silence inside there.

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