The Cuek is Normal

Statements

There was no talk between them. Zahira is not an active person, she is just waiting. Kenzo did not speak at all. In the car there are only two of them, Kenzo who drives his own car. Arriving at the apartment garage, Kenzo immediately went down followed by Zahira who walked behind him.

Upon arriving at the elevator, Zahira realized that Kenzo only wore his home clothes wrapped in a jacket, he also only wore household sandals that were not worth traveling. Just a thin hairy sandal. Zahira looked at the back in front of her with a little curiosity. Was this man in front of him worried about him or panicked he ran away so he looked rushed out of the house?

Arriving upstairs, Kenzo pulls Zahira's hand into her apartment. He told her to sit in the guest room and die. A few minutes he returned with a P3K box in his hand. In silence he cleaned the scratches and bruises on Zahira's back and gave betadine. Plastering on an open wound on her little finger.

"Go back to your apartment and get some rest."

Flat and cold. After speaking, Kenzo left him to his room.

The confused Zahira just obeyed him, he stepped his foot out. Arriving at his room, Zahira looked at his injured hand. His mind floated on Kenzo's attitude which was as slightly strange to him. Usually Kenzo will issue sarcastic sentences or threats to him. He had also said he would kill another man he met, but miraculously he had easily persuaded him.

"Why with him? "

Elsewhere, Kenzo was lying in his bed. Looking at the ceiling of his room blankly, his mind floated everywhere. Thinking about his attitude and how he just realized that he was acting very strange. Instead of being angry, the thing he was afraid of was Zahira being hurt. What is he doing to get hurt? That's the question in his head.

Kenzo grabs his cell phone, phone his man to find out what Zahira was doing in the place he was at.

"How could I be this because of that anti-social girl? Why did he fulfill my mind? " whispers to himself.

Even though he is a genius in business, matters of the heart do not seem to be his expertise at all.

Zahira left for the office early in the morning. How many minutes did Kenzo come with a face that looked exhausted with a black circumference in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? "

Kenzo didn't answer that question. He busied himself with the file on his desk. The confused Zahira finally came closer and saw the disheveled face up close.

"Go back to your desk."

"I'm not doing anything, you don't have a schedule this morning. I'm just going out to study with Jimi. "

Hearing Jimi's name make his ears hot, he slammed his pen on the table and looked at Zahira sharply.

"Sit on your desk now! If you want to study with me!" enragedly.

"What a fir!" sneer Zahira while sitting in his chair. "I want coffee, can I make it? " tag Zahira.

"Sit in your chair, just order the coffee from here."

Zahira was totally upset.

"I'll just sleep then! "

"Go, use my break room" replied Kenzo cuek as he checked and signed the files that were still piling up.

Zahira gawked at her place, she really did not understand the way the man beside her thought was. Not letting her work instead casually allowed her to sleep.

Jimi came in and brought another pile of files, put it on the table.

"Nah look, if I study with Jimi I can help you check that file. You won't be able to teach me. "

Kenzo didn't tease him, Jimi who heard him shook his head and crossed the disapproving marks. His face looked scared.

"Jimi, set up my meeting with Dad in 2 hours. Find Zahira the best clothes and bring the pot here. Buy new bags and shoes. You must know my taste right, jagan to make a mistake. "

"Okay sir_I'll excuse you. "

The confused Zahira was still standing there. Kenzo looked at him asking.

"You..Will take me to meet your father? "

Zahira asked which was answered with a nod.

"Sit down and tell me what you did last night." cut up Kenzo.

"Why so discuss the others. "Zahira protest in a tone unlike usual, his voice softly like being sulking. Makes Kenzo smile at her.

"You promised me, remember? "

Zahira remembered. It's just that this is not the right time, obviously Kenzo switched the conversation.

"I'm sure you told people to find out? " Zahira Sarkas.

"Of course, I just want to hear from you straight away" Kenzo replied casually.

Zahira snorted, propping her head in hand, watching Kenzo who remained focused on her work even though they were talking.

"I was there because a detective asked for my help, and I got information from them. We were just mutually beneficial."

Kenzo chuckled, he gave his full attention before saying.

"Didn't I promise to help you, why still ask them for help in exchange for your safety? the guy you were dealing with last night was a mobster, they traded anything including humans."

"I know, "

"You know, but you still endanger yourself rather than choosing to trust me? "

It was obvious that Zahira saw disappointment on her face. Makes her feel a little disturbed.

"I know you can do it. But I see you're not even doing anything but holding me under house arrest. "

"Do I have to report to you what I'm doing? I know more about your secrets than you do. So just sit back and wait for me quietly while I investigate and finish. I'll take you to your parents, because you're my future wife, you'll be my responsibility. Understood it? "

Zahira total blank's. Why Kenzo's tone and manner of speaking to him is not as usual. No intimidation, no innuendo? he even spoke softly. How Zahira was not surprised. Slowly, he could even feel that both of his cheeks were hot. There was also a strange tumult in his stomach.

"A. I'm just your assistant. "

zahira reminded.

"Didn't I tell you last time, you're my future wife" replied Kenzo not to be outdone.

"Wedding should have love, we don't like each other bagaima_"

"I like you, I'm in love with you. "

cut off Kenzo, Zahira fell silent with her stupid face. All his life he didn't know what it was to like and like. Things like this were not in his mind.

"I don't care if you like it or not, didn't I ever say you'd always be in my circle."

continued Kenzo.

"But... Like you said? is that why you are so possessive? "

Kenzo shrugged both of his shoulders in response. Zahira is upset.

"But I don't like you."

"Don't I just say I don't care. "

"But you can't force someone like this! "

"I can and I can if you forget. "

Zahira was silent, he got up and stomped his feet away from there to Kenzo's restroom. Slam the door when it closed it hard. Kenzo smiled, choosing to continue his work. In his mind, he had already devised a plan to make Zahira like him. He also chuckled softly realizing how foolish he was to tell so plainly about the true feelings he still doubted. Does he really love that girl? Or still in an interested stage?