The Shine For You

11. Cysta!

“Please have two faces, give one to someone who likes to look for face.” –Revano Leander Dionysius.

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“So, you two are dating?” 24-year-old girl sips cigarette casually. The style of appearance supports like a tomboy at the same time funk. Purplish hair on the bottom, black dress with skull, wearing choker feel suffocating neck, lastly smearing dark lipstick on the lips.

The girl and man quickly shook their heads, not accepting what the smoking girl said. “Now!” compact them.

All three men were busy drinking a million people's drinks, Starbucks. Before the funk chick spoke, the two of them were silent. Zhora was overwhelmed with awkwardness, Nioz was enveloped in confusion, doing nothing.

Noticing the look on Zhora's face, immediately understood. “Quiet aja, Ra. Boss lo it's my temen. Theo, right is his name?” They're in a smoke-free room. The index and middle fingers form the letter 'V', flanking a cigarette produces smoke billowing above.

Zhora nodded awkwardly, the thought of continuing to imagine the boss would be furious. “Iya, sis.”

Remove the cigarette link from the lips coated with dark lipstick, then throw the origin of the cigarette that is unlucky right into the trash. “Gue already said the same Theo, lo again the same me. I've permission, calm aja.” the girl straightened up, staring at Zhora.

Zhora sipped her saliva slowly. “Ka-kalo boss angry how, brother? can be–”

“Theo is not the grumpy type. He was angry so that you guys are more disciplined, not wrong to use time.” explained the girl. Take a cigarette out of the pack, then light up.

Zhora herself felt bad for the boss. Zhora was two minutes late, the 25-year-old was furious, intent on firing him if there was no Yolla there to defend.

“Be-ener sister? Is boss not angry with sister?” Brown-eyed chick shakes sure. Nioz was silent, more precisely playing games on his apple bite phone. After all, hearing the two girls talk is also free, Nioz will not understand.

“Lo type people overthinking, huh? nioz Kayak. A little thought,” babble the girl, glanced lightly at her sister. Rosser— pseudonym sister Nioz a.k.a Resilia. – sip the drink, then put it back.

Zhora felt no awkwardness, grinning widely. “Yes, that's it, brother. Like the same thought of the boss, it's very fierce because.” honestly Zhora invites laughter from Rosser.

“Honest, anyway. Duh my stomach until sick,” Rosser holding the stomach, pain due to excessive laughter. Not a cool ass, but Zhora's honesty made her laugh break out in that very second.

“Eum– brother, if you can know.. why did Brother Ros disguise his own brother's name?” Zhora was scared at first, dizzy herself with that question that kept spinning in her brain. From a name as good as that, to a name super tomboy.

“I didn't believe it, Nioz called her brother Ros. Kirain because her brother is fiercely called kayak like that,”

“Gue males connected people. Ask for a photo, that's it, signature, think it's already dizzy.” Rosser pressed both temples. The dizzy appeared, imagining when he went there and here, followed by many people.

“Which sister why?” Zhora was unconscious, with her innocence always creating the crisp laughter of those around her.

“Gue overseas movie player, beauty vlogger, but more dominant to movie players, anyway. Action movies for example. I have been invited to join the soap opera, only I nolak.” Obviously Rosser was long times wide. Zhora nodded in agreement, not knowing about the films that often appear in theaters.

“So often appears in the cinema, yes kak?”

Rosser nodded, again. “Yeah, In theaters, Netflix, really. So, don't confuse my own name, I most hate going here and there followed. I was like a mother hen,” Rosser laughed amusedly followed by a crisp laugh from Zhora. Again, Zhora was wrong to fondle someone from appearance.

“Haha, if not wrong brother abis ngedate same girlfriend sister, said Nioz?” Nioz felt the name, turning his head despite the three seconds. Focus on mobile legends again.

Rosser raises his head. “Yoi, have you seen my appearance, which was like a princess now is like a thug?” According to Zhora, Rosser is a friendly girl, perhaps from the face alone looks judes. Considering his eyebrows were a little high, but in Zhora's eyes were very charming.

“Job on, satan! I forget, actually my brother what is Ojor, anyway?” nioz grouse in heart.

Nioz raised his left arm, seeing the black watch wrapped around his hand showing at half-five in the afternoon. “Jor.” call Nioz, gently pat the girl's shoulder.

Zhora turned, “Why?” Nioz shows his watch to Zhora, giving the code to go home soon. If you talk to her brother who is never tired of talking, it could not be finished next year.

Zhora understood, then the head turned towards Rosser. “Kak, if so I go home first. Thanks, I hope we can see you again!” Nioz pulled slowly on Zhora's arm, lazily lingering with her brother.

Rosser's forefinger and thumb form an 'O' circle'. “Udah I won't see you again, lo. Equally, carefully. Nioz, bring a real motor, that guy's kid!” The end of Rosser's words was not pleasant to hear for Nioz. The guy just nodded in annoyance.

“Yes, bacot!”

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“Mother, it's done make it?” Zhora arrived home 10 minutes ago. After taking a bath, Zhora immediately approached Lena busy struggling with her cooking.

“A little more, darling. You sit down first, gih. I've prepared your favorite food!” exclaiming Lena, it's true that his creation is a little more finished, it can even be said to be finished. The rest prepare some extra food.

The corner of Zhora's lips dropped. Both of her legs approached Lena and hugged her from behind. “Mother, don't be mad, Zhora can't help you. Promise me to come home soon.” Zhora felt thousands of daggers piercing her heart, sick.

Lena turned around, peeping at her daughter. “So dear papa, you also need entertainment. Not forever about work, study diligently yes!” lena's spirit. Zhora smiled, grateful to have an understanding mother.

Second by second, the minutes of walking and the clock continued, the day was getting late. The sky turned pitch-black, sprinkled with sparkling stars. It makes a beautiful impression, makes everyone admire it.

“Mother.” call Zhora.

“Yes? You haven't slept?” Lena jumped to see Zhora coming back out of her room, in a tsum-tsum nightgown. Eye bags began to pervade, and brown hair fell apart.

“About the Atlas agreement, I accept. I'm not good, surely the hospital fee is expensive.”

“You sure?”

Zhora nodded steadily, her decision was already unanimous. “Yes, want whatever he gives me, I accept. anyway, you should be, right?” Lena smiled, then hugged her daughter.

“Mother sure same you,”

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Beware of diomelin mami, her naughty son.

The guy grits his teeth, his jaw hardens, his breath hunts. If the guy was in front of him, it is certain to fall unconscious. Atlas hates this, when someone fishes his emotions.

Ends a fancy cell phone falling on the floor, somehow broken, destroyed, broken. The guy didn't care, grabbed his coarse hair, hit his study table. No matter with his room which was a little more turned into a broken ship. Damnit damnit!

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***I wish you a cool word for those of you who still live here. Original manteb bet, wkwk.

(Information)

– This story has not been revised, so relax aje if it is still strange in your eyes.

– honestly, I wrote this to me first. It's my fantasy, it's a juvenile fiction story. Do not imitate the negative, in the next chapt for example.

– So, sorry if you don't connect in your eyes, but connect on me. Maybe if it was until the last chapt, or middle² that I revised.

Okay that's it, hehe. Don't forget as usual. Like from you guys it's really exciting, original.🙂 ⁇

Okay bay, brother mao home.

Greetings, Idelia as justboggi wife***.