The Love of Zarania
Section 7
Ipul riding his motorbike casually made the girl behind him give a protest.
"Speak the dong Pul" said Zara near Saipul's ear.
"No." reject Ipul in a low voice.
Zara scowled because Ipul did not comply with his wishes, but he asked it to eliminate the annoyance caused by the actions of the two women in the house.
Ipul felt strange when Zara no longer let out her babble.
He also sidestepped his bike and turned off the engine and looked back.
"Zec." Ipul called Zara who was down either because of the weight with the helmet the girl was wearing or indeed Zara was feeling something else.
"Hey." patting Zara's suddenly shaking shoulder, Ipul knew that Zara was crying at the moment even though her face would not be shown to him.
Ipul's hand attempts to unlock the helmet that Zara is wearing but Zara's hand holds her back, he did not want Ipul to see himself shed tears because he knew his friend would definitely call himself ugly every time he let out his cries.
Zara knew Ipul was saying it just to make her no longer cry.
Ipul's hands continue to force to open the helmet even though Zara also still maintains the big helmet on her head, until finally Zara gave up and let Ipul take off the helmet.
Zara still continued to shed her tears even though no crying sounds came out of her mouth.
Ipul pulled Zara's head and placed it on her chest with her hand gently stroking her hair feelingly.
Their position lasted like that for a few minutes, there was no talk coming out of the mouths of the two of them, especially Ipul who understood very well what Zara was now feeling.
He knew the girl must have fought again with her stepmother and Dira classmates as well, Zara had often told that so he understood very well if suddenly Zara became melo like now.
"Udah?" ipul asked as Zara began to keep her head away from her chest and wipe away the tears that were imprinted on the cheeks of the girl who was so close to her at this time.
Zara nodded her head while rubbing her flushed nose and possibly blocked.
"Tonight we'll be around till morning, how?" Ipul plays both eyebrows.
Zara nodded quickly to agree to Saipul's invitation which indeed felt he did not want to go home where the residents did not like him even hate him very much.
If Zara was a grown girl who had worked, of course, she had long since left the house, no matter that it was his mother's house as long as he could be freed from the two cruel women it was not a matter of, he just wanted to live a quiet life.
But unfortunately she is just a Second Grade High School girl who still needs a lot of fees for school.
Now he is just waiting another year to graduate school and just looking for a job even though only armed with a High School diploma, he said, at least it can still help him to get a job and collect money if later he wants to continue college which will certainly be delayed a while or maybe he will never go to college at all.
"Okay, hold on tight, we're speeding now" Ipul said as he pulled both of Zara's hands to her waist.
Zara also looks according to even he himself who tightened his embrace on the waist of the friend who was always present when he was feeling sad like now.
"Ready?" ask Ipul to Zara before starting to pull the gas tight.
"Ready!" answer Zara.
"What?" ask Ipul who did not hear Zara's answer because now he is the one wearing the helmet.
"Siaaap." yelled Zara loudly which finally made Ipul smile because the girl in his arms had returned cheerful after spilling a cry on his chest.
Ipul also pulled the gas until it ran out until the motor was speeding very fast on the streets which fortunately deserted there were only one or two two two-wheeled vehicles that passed.
Satisfied at full speed finally Saipul began to slow down the speed of the motor.
"No art?" asked Ipul in a loud voice to Zara.
"Seneeeeng." said Zara with great enthusiasm because of his desire to ride the Ipul motorbike at a fast rate granted by his friend.
And now Saipul runs the bike casually taking it to a cafe that looks crowded seen from the many two-wheeled vehicles parked in the cafe.
"Cochere?" Zara looks surprised, because Ipul did not tell her that he was going to the cafe.
"Find a drink first, I'm thirsty." said Ipul while opening the helmet shuts off the engine and then pull the key.
Before being told Zara had gone down first from the bike and looked towards the cafe which was not too big but quite crowded and the side yard also turned out to be provided with benches just like those inside.
Visitors also just choose to sit inside or outside in order to breathe the air at night that is breathed by fresh air.
"Come." take Ipul while pulling the girl's arm towards the cafe.
Ipul immediately approves of her and follows Zara to the place the girl chose.
Zara anchored her buttocks and leaned directly against the bench while exhaling a long breath.
"In the meantime, I want to go to the toilet first" said Ipul who felt his bladder was full and had to be removed immediately if he did not want to wet his pants.
Saipul immediately walked towards the cafe where the toilet was located.
Zara is seen enjoying live music not far from where she currently sits.
The sound of a female singer that was so fitting made Zara close her eyes as if hypnotized.
A pat on the shoulder made Zara suddenly open her eyes and look at the person who had shocked her.
"Himself?" ask a young man who even makes Zara look like he does not believe what he sees today.
"This is the one that was in the toilet this afternoon." Zara bathed herself while rubbing her eyes as if she felt it was just a delusion.
"Haloo." The young man's hand that Zara didn't know what his name was wagging in front of his face as if he wanted to resuscitate Zara.
"Oh uh mm." Zara was even so clumsy herself did not know what to do.
"Himself?" ask the young man later.
Zara was silent for a while before answering the question from the person now sitting in front of her.
"Two." said Zara at last.
"Daughter?" the curious question was asked.
"Temen." Zara replied briefly.
"Ooh." the man seemed to stumble over a smile.
"When can we get acquainted?" ask again.
"May." quickly Zara replied.
"Daviandra, call Davi" the young man named Davi reached out waiting for Zara to shake her hand.
"Zara's." Zara shook the hand of the young man who had just met her while smiling.
"Can you ask for the number?" this time Davi started asking for Zara's phone number.
"Can." Zara nodded and happily mentioned her HP number which was directly stored into HP by Davi.
"Okay, if so I go first, next time I connect" said Davi as he moved from his seat and sauntered away after getting a nod from Zara.
Ipul who had just come out of the toilet immediately returned to Zara without her realizing that the young man she had avoided earlier this afternoon had just met Zara.
"Kayak madman smile at himself." ketus Ipul when he saw his friend smiling widely while looking at HP.
Zara who did not want Ipul to know about what had just happened instantly stored her HP and normalized her face to no longer smile.
In a place not far from Zara and Ipul, Davi was talking to two friends while repeatedly looking at Zara who was talking to Ipul.
"Gue isn't sure if girls like you" said Fahri, who sits next to Davi.
"If you don't like him won't immediately give his number." said Davi confidently let alone Ari also agree with what he said.
"But still I'm not sure, besides girls are the same as Ipul, there's no way they're just victorious" said Fahri while sipping his drink.
"We'll see" Davi replied with a sly, oblique smile.
"Lu seems to still have a grudge against Saipul when he's your own cousin." Ari started talking.
"Gue doesn't like to always be coupled with him." said Davi with eyes that stared intently at Ipul and Zara who were currently laughing.
Either they laugh because what is clear now is that Davi's face looks so stiff looking at Saipul who is actually his cousin's sister because Davi was a year older and now sits in 3rd grade High School.
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