The Times New Romance

Chapter 17: The Destiny is Never Wrong

Chapter 17

Destiny is Never Wrong

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Ayna enters a new classroom filled with a group of guys on the corner. He approached his seat in the middle ranks and sat there to coincide with someone standing in front of his desk. Ayna finds Zayn staring at her.

Silence struck. The two of them met in silence. Zayn occasionally opened his small mouth, but no words were spoken. Throat's stuck. Thought paralyzed. Zayn suddenly forgot all the words he had prepared last night. Zayn was quite embarrassed to put a face in front of the girl knowing he lost after challenging.

"Why, Zayn?" Finally, Ayna decided to silence.

Zayn scratched his nape awkwardly. He swallowed his saliva before saying, "H-match-result"

"You lost," Ayna cut down. Hearing a sigh of rage from Zayn's lips, Ayna immediately continued, "I won't go as far as Nata or go as far as you. From the beginning I was never part of your bet."

Zayn nodded then smiled slightly. Although he fails to hinder Ayna and Nata's relationship, at least Ayna will not avoid him. He thought Ayna would avoid him. Zayn was already afraid that Ayna would never see him again. Zayn nodded his head without any concern and scrambled the top of the girl's head before sitting in her chair. The sound of hiss as if the girl had never failed to make Zayn giggle amusedly.

***

The match Zayn and Nata had disturbed the inner Ayna. In his heart he had hoped Zayn lost because he did not want to break with Nata, but seeing the persistence of Zayn proved that Nata was not a good man had made Ayna disappointed to know Zayn lost the game. He hopes the choice not to stay away from both is the right choice.

He thought the problem was over there, but why every time he stepped up, the problem seemed unwilling to leave him an item for a moment. Downstream problems change without caring Ayna is tired and needs calmness. And from there Ayna understood that problems are the bridge to other problems. And the task-sharing of Digital Systems course groups is a new bridge to Ayna's new problem.

There is nothing more frustrating than a group with Ranya and Gio. Ayna knows Ranya doesn't like her since Zayn blatantly approaches Ayna and Gio who stop at nothing to harass Ayna. He said, Ayna had a pleasant expression when disturbed to make Gio not bored to disturb him. Could that be a reason? Sucks.

The three of them agreed to work on group assignments after college in an empty classroom. Ayna was seated flanked by Ranya and Gio who were seated in a circle.

"Do you understand the division of duties, Ayna? You will learn the same Zayn continues, I'm sure you must be nervous," said Ranya slightly quipped after dividing the group task. Though, no one appointed him as the chairman, but as if Ranya could not rely on the others she directly arranged for her two friends.

Ayna nodded even though her mind was feeling depressed. Ranya was endlessly insinuating Ayna and Zayn. This is the first time Ayna is one group with Ranya, it turns out to be worse than she expected. Ayna starts working on Ranya's commands on her laptop. Ranya who was about to work, turned to Gio who was even asleep on his stool. Ranya hisses and wakes Gio up. Gio gasped and groaned as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Gio, do your part," Ranya's pinta jerked a little.

"Will work later at home?" Gio looked at the watch wrapped around his left wrist. "Udah at three. My house is far away, okay?" persuade Gio to demand a little.

Ranya. "It can't be dong. The name of the group work yes there must be a division of tasks, I'm the same Ayna also has many times to be done. I've done less for you."

Gio scratched his head violently. He was not satisfied with Ranya's answer. His eyes that had been staring at the classroom door turned to Ayna who pretended not to hear the bickering of the two members of his group. Ayna flinched as Gio's two hands rested on her shoulders. Gio looked at Ranya who was twisting the eyeballs. "There's Ayna. He's a genius beginning. He wants to do my job." Gio looked at Ayna who had tightened his jaw without looking at Gio. "Well, Ayna?" he said while tightening the grip on Ayna's shoulder until the girl grimaced a little.

Ayna was about to interrupt, but Gio immediately ran out of the classroom and screeched at the doorway. "Gue go back first, Girls!" Gio walked away without giving Ayna a chance to refute. "Ayna's gonna do my job!"

Ayna stood up from her stool. "Gio!" Too late, he failed to hold Gio who must have arrived on the ground floor of the department building.

"Where's dong? I can't do everything, I have to get data from you too" Ranya said with two eyebrows raised. Ayna held back her anger, then sat back down. Who chose Ranya as the leader?

Ranya handed over the note paper what Gio had to do with Ayna. Ayna frowned. However, damn. No words managed to slip through his lips. Ranya smiled as soon as Ayna received the paper. Ayna instead likes to do it, she just lazily prolongs the problem. For him, it was better to do the work of others than to get enemies on campus. Ayna also began to search for material on the internet even though in her heart she mumbled.

***

An hour feels like ten hours to Ayna. Stuck with Ranya, a centil girl who likes to rule as she pleases, Ayna must be willing to smoke her ears because her actions are always judged wrong. Isn't the task of the group a way of uniting different heads of opinion instead of imposing one on the other? But Ranya, only cares about her own opinion.

"Admudu, not like that, Ayna. Can you not clean the material? This must be complete and complete," Ranya's nagging that immediately seized Ayna's laptop.

Ayna blew a strand of hair on her forehead. The resentment he endured turned into a mound of emotion that seemed to be about to explode, but Ayna tried to calm down with a long sigh. When he returns fire with fire, the fire will only spread and get bigger. He doesn't want to be the same person as Ranya.

"But said Mr. Farhan, the material must be complete, Ayna," said Ranya bebal. Ayna just let Ranya rework Ayna's work.

Ranya nagged on the sidelines she was working on powerpoint, "Not good yeah same group of children who usually ride names," he decaknya. Ayna who noticed immediately nodded.

"Who do you mean?"

"Well for those who feel it," Ranya quipped though her eyes clearly glanced at Ayna. Did someone turn on the heater in this room? Ayna is feeling hot now.

***

"Well, why the hell is Ranya looking good because of it?" dumel Ayna as he sat at the stop waiting for the bus to come home. Ayna looked up at the sky. The sun begins to set leaving its circulation above the sky. Its brightening light gives off a reddish orange glow. The sight called twilight was like a flawless painting that froze Ayna's gaze for a moment. Before it was gone, it turned dark. "Why is the sky so good when my heart is badmood? Bummer."

Ayna is still waiting for the bus until dusk replaced by night. He does not stop watching the phone screen. Usually the bus won't be this flat, but no one's coming. The traffic in front of him is indeed densely creeping, maybe the bus that Ayna awaits is stuck in traffic. Ayna kept waiting even ignoring the passing white car until it stopped in front of Ayna. The car's glass came down and featured Zayn in the driver's seat.

"Ayna's? Why is this clock still on campus? Reverse up," Zayn's pinta doused a sense of worry. The girl was unmoved, she was no longer surprised by Zayn who could suddenly appear. But what caught Ayna's attention, it was precisely the jacket that Zayn had stored originally in the passenger seat to cover something underneath. "Ayna?" call Zayn who awakened Ayna.

The girl opened the car door with Zayn wrapping something behind her jacket and Zayn kept it in the back seat. "Other times if the group work early in the morning. Try if there's no me, what do you ride home?"

"Rise the bus," Ayna replied flatly making Zayn sigh patiently. Zayn drove his car.

Zayn deliberately went out at night to make sure that Ayna had come home or not because the girl would not reply to Zayn's message if she asked him directly. And it turns out that Goddess Fortuna was on her side because Zayn came just in time.

Silence slipped between the two. Other than the noise of the vehicle, no sound was spoken from the lips of Ayna and Zayn. Zayn did not want to disturb Ayna who was sitting quietly with her lips cut. Someone seemed to be teasing the girl.

"Zayn, why'd you change your car?" tanya Ayna tried to brush aside the silence that long ago so it felt awkward.

Zayn shared his gaze with Ayna and the street. "My car's on service, so I make my parents' car." Ayna gave a small nod, but her forehead still shriveled as if dissatisfied with that answer. Zayn glanced at Ayna again."Why, Ayna?"

Ayna gasps. His facial expression explained that he was still thinking about something and perhaps Zayn felt it. "Oh, what's under that jacket?" he said pointing to the back seat. "I think it's medicine, Zayn."

Zayn raised two eyebrows then laughed. "It's the same vitamin blood-boosting drug. I'm low blood and easily exhausted. You also have to be diligent to drink it so that his body is always fit," replied Zayn smoothly. Too often the question is thrown out, making Zayn accustomed to answering it and Zayn's lies sound real.

Ayna frowned in dissatisfaction. Will vitamins and blood-boosting drugs be that much and different types? Ayna also ignored the curiosity that was still lingering in her mind.

***

Ayna thanked Zayn for bringing her home to her doorstep. If you ride the bus, Ayna will arrive half an hour longer and must take a motorcycle taxi from the front road to get to her house.

Zayn stood before the girl. "Ayna, you're not going to tell me anything, are you?" tanyakanya.

Ayna. "Why did you say that?"

Zayn pointed a finger and wrote something on Ayna's forehead. "That's it," he said, spelling. Ayna frowned. "On your forehead it's clear that you're doing the same thing."

Ayna took a long breath. He's not good at pretending. Like an open book, everyone can easily read what Ayna feels just by looking at her face including the current Zayn.

"More." Zayn blinked not understanding. "It's our class that I really don't like. She was pretty smart in class and she felt she could do everything. I ate the heart before her cooperation," confided Ayna as she folded her hands in front of her chest. All Ranya's rant suddenly spun back in Ayna's head making the girl growled again. "I'm getting more comfortable in this department. If I went into business, I probably wouldn't believe it happened, right? Maybe I won't see you as Ranya."

Zayn smiled amusedly. He was glad that Ayna could easily share his story with Zayn. He knows, Ayna is not someone who easily reveals what she feels to people carelessly. And Zayn, has been one of them.

"Denger yes, Ayna. If you want to be where you want to be, the problem must be. What we think is good is not necessarily good for us and what we think is bad is not necessarily bad for us. God never puts destiny wrong, but we sometimes can't catch what God really means."

Ayna. Her heart felt pinched which made Ayna realize that her thoughts were so narrow. "You're right, Zayn. I haven't been able to catch what that means."