The Times New Romance

Chapter 3:: Dragging Trouble

CHAPTER 3

Dragged Trouble

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Ayna sat opposite the lecturer in the academic room. During the interrogation session, in addition to nodding and shaking honestly, Ayna did not stop muttering in her heart. Just because the black skull changed hands, Ayna became dragged into a troublemaker case perpetrated by Zayn. Ayna tried to calm down even though she was itching to grab the guy's hair and make the academic to make Zayn punished severely, but because his conscience is still there, Ayna also undoes his bad intentions. Nor does he want to escalate this problem.

Ayna and Zayn are interrogated in different rooms, though both in academic rooms. Zayn was in the academic room earlier than Ayna without any injuries. Ayna thinks Zayn will be battered by getting caught by senior. From the glass door, Ayna was able to see Zayn who looked down only when lectured even though his lips were sometimes **** a smile. Apparently, he didn't really feel guilty.

After an interview that only Ayna can answer as if Ayna had only seen Zayn for the first time, Ayna came out breathing with relief. He nodded repeatedly at the lecturer before exiting the academic room.

When going down the stairs, the skull in Ayna's hand was suddenly seized making Ayna turn to the perpetrator. "Thank you for taking care of me. Rarely do you take care of handsome people's stuff?" the guy who is none other than Zayn.

The guy also put his skull back on his head. He stared at the reflection of his shadow in the dark window of the room. "Ah, Zayn you are very handsome." His smile also expands as if he is not the one who has just been lectured by the lecturer.

Ayna swerves. Basic narcissist! "Just thank you? Where's your apology that dragged me here?" Ayna rolled her eyeballs. He can't be friendly to annoying and shameless people.

"What do you make me sorry? You should be thanking me, anyway. We're going home, right? Try if I did not dare to go forward, maybe we are still imprisoned in the basketball stadium" said Zayn lightly. It is true because the guy that the event that was supposed to last until five in the afternoon was disbanded and the new students were sent home sooner that is four hours earlier. Except Ayna and Zayn had to be interviewed and advised for almost an hour.

Ayna sighed. He looked at Zayn who was taller than him. Ayna was only as tall as the guy's ears. "Oh yeah, you're the one who was yelling at me this morning, right?" ayna was absolutely convinced that Zayn was the same person she saw this morning. "Are you throwing your stuff at me on purpose? Or maybe you've already planned this so I'll be a joke?" cecar Ayna with a suspicious look. While Zayn only chuckled a little and then walked first until Ayna followed him.

"Yes, I intentionally," said Zayn who successfully dropped Ayna's jaw. "You're smart enough to guess at that." Zayn stopped walking, which the girl followed. Then quickly, he approached her face with Ayna's face until it was a short distance away. Unknowingly, Ayna held her breath. "Ayna," Zayn added with a smile.

Ayna cleared her throat awkwardly and again exhaled a breath that had been restrained and cut off eye contact with Zayn. The man stepped back down the stairs. Ayna growled, What the fuck?

"Hey, hackers!" Called like that, Zayn chuckled and turned his head. Ayna approached Zayn. "Where do you know my name?"

"So morning. Even I'm horrified that you want to quit college" Zayn said. "What's up, Ayna? Is it just wrong to enter the cause? Very narrow of your thinking."

Ayna clucking. He hasn't known Zayn for more than two hours, but he seems to have known him for a long time. He doesn't like anyone else to interfere with his problem. "If that's the cause, why? What's your business? It's my right to go to college where." Ayna looked up, looking at Zayn with a stingy face. He tried to convince the man that his choice was not wrong.

Zayn chuckled discordantly. His eyes scanned Ayna from head to toe for a long time, making Ayna inching backwards. He feels uncomfortable. "Well you?"

Zayn took a long breath. "You're a weirdo."

Ayna glares. "What?"

"Usually the girl who followed me did not dare to nantangin me to lift my chin when talking. Usually they bow shyly while slipping hair behind their ears," said Zayn while demonstrating his sentence. He was astonished at Ayna. "Are you really not interested in me? Really?" it was as if Ayna's attitude was a miracle of the new world for her.

Ayna held back the laughter. He had only met the first man whose narcissism was outrageous. "Don't be pensive. You're not very attractive in my eyes."

Ayna knew Zayn who was as white as porcelain did have a beautiful eye shape with a pitch black eyeball. Her eyelashes are not like most men. Also the sharp nose and thin reddish lips that adorn his face did make Zayn into the class of handsome people. But for Ayna, it all vanishes if the person is narcissistic like Zayn who admires his own face.

Zayn laughed blandly. I don't know why his pride is hurt. He rarely went out of the house and could even be counted as the last time, but once Zayn emerged among the people, all views always led to him. Soraya explained that because Zayn has a proportional face that everyone wants, so Zayn has always been the center of attention. From then on, Zayn was happy with his face and he loved the attention of others. It was believed that Zayn was indeed special, but now there was one woman who was not at all interested in him, even after Zayn stood half a meter away from the girl. It's a new thing that doesn't exist in Zayn's dictionary of life.

"You sure?"

Ayna nodded. "Related."

Zayn let out a patient breath. He did not think that anyone would reject his charm. "If so, I'll make you interested in me." Ayna turned her back, but Zayn immediately appealed before Ayna protested, "I envy and hate your short thoughts. I'm sure we will continue together let you be interested in me and not get out of this campus. So, don't miss it." Zayn blinked one eye and left Ayna who was frowning in wonder in her place.

Zayn is gone from Ayna's sight, but the boy's words still stick in his memory. The words that the boy spoke were like a threat in Ayna's ear. "He's gonna make sure I keep going with him?" Ayna groaned, what else now? Can't the world let Ayna live in peace? Ayna just hopes she goes to college in the department she wants, is that as hard as her wish to be granted?

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"Did you guys check the CCTV twenty-four hours? Why so bad, Sus?" lamented Zayn. His body had not had time to rest but he had to be injected and his mouth was forced to swallow a bitter medicine.

Sister Jihan chuckled while arranging the infusion liquid. "This is a special service for patients who like to come in and out of your kayak, Zayn. You don't feel pain, do you?"

Zayn, who was holding his back on the bed, shook his head slowly. "I've always felt healthy."

"But it's not, Zayn. Your body is not as strong as you think it is" Sister Jihan said. He said after giving a warning to Zayn that the medicine should be taken on time. Zayn just nodded as if indifferent even though he did not dare to defy.

After swallowing the bitter medicine that never changed even after hundreds of times Zayn swallowed the medicine, Zayn also played his rubik'cubes 4x4. While spinning the colorful magic box, Zayn recalled the incident on campus today.

Zayn nearly risked his life for running away from the senior. He is not strong to do extreme sports, but he is forced to run from the rage of seniors. Zayn didn't think that far before doing his act. He thought all seniors were always kind to their juniors and understood Zayn's actions. But there is just the opposite.

The confused Zayn is hiding behind the language department building. Breathing snorted. Zayn began to have difficulty breathing as the blood vessels in his heart began to narrow. His mother's hand watch began to signal and sound loud enough to indicate the wearer's pulse is weakening. Zayn immediately took off the watch and threw it away. It can be found out. Zayn also swallowed a special drug when the symptoms of his disease recur faithfully in his shirt bag.

The sound of clattering footsteps made Zayn limp away from the language department building towards the safest room for students. Academic space.

Zayn could not help but laugh considering his success blurred and entered the academic room just in time. As the trailing senior shouted his name with a fierce face, Zayn quickly hid behind the lecturer's back. He put up puppy eyes on the lecturer so that Zayn would not just be handed over to the senior who looked like a starving hyena. His efforts were successful which led Zayn to a peaceful settlement. Although Zayn wasn't sure he'd be completely safe. At least, he's safe for now.

"Zayn, my mom's son is laughing to himself?" Soraya's speech disperse Zayn's daydreams.

The guy shook his head and kept the finished rubric. He smiled at the mother and father who entered his ward. "Hi, Ma, Pa!" greet Zayn.

Soraya felt something was missing from her son's wrist. "Zayn, where's the watch you love?"

Zayn raised two eyebrows. Mouth gasping. He forgot to take the watch he threw just like that. A watch that will sound when Zayn's pulse weakens. He knew it was no ordinary watch since receiving it. Even Zayn was convinced, it was connected to the phones of his parents who could provide information on where Zayn was located. His action to throw away the watch was the right choice. Zayn would have been banned from college if they knew Zayn was dying on campus. "In the car, Ma. I forgot to bring it," Zayn replied with a clumsy smile. Soraya nodded in understanding making Zayn sigh in relief.

Erik took a seat on the side of Zayn's bed. "Where does college feel?" erik asked as he picked up an apple on the table. Soraya also hit the hand of her husband who was happy to pluck his son's belongings. Erik hung his shoulders indifferently and then gave a bite to the apple.

Zayn raised two corners of his lips. "Grow. I found one thing that made me feel at home in college," he said. Zayn did not understand why Ayna's name suddenly flashed through his mind as soon as he remembered the campus. Zayn remembered something related to the girl. He has to make sure now.

Erik squinted suspiciously. "Something what? Girls huh? Ouch!" Erik rubbed the marks of his wife's pinch that floated to his waist. "What the hell, Ma? Just play pinch-cubit."

"Can you go to Zayn? He wants to focus on college, Pa. There is no time for girls" said Soraya. While Zayn laughed while shaking his head to see the behavior of his parents.

Erik snorted, "Don't be a stiff old man. It's time for Zayn to get a girl." Erik looked at his son's face. "Yes, right?" Zayn nodded steadily. "No, your son agreed-" Erik's words stopped as Soraya stared intently. Because of his sharpness, Erik was afraid his eyes could be hollow because of the woman's laser gaze. The middle-aged man also chuckled awkwardly. "Yes yes. Zayn should focus on learning."

Soraya rolled her eyeballs. He put his arm on Erik's arm, dragging the man out of the ward. Erik grumbled despite obeying his wife's wishes. "Zayn, you take a break! Mama equally papa no business so now have to go to the office. Bye!"

Soraya and Erik had not yet passed the doorway, Soraya's cell phone ringing. He left Erik and Zayn in the ward.

"Papa," Zayn called his father.

"Why?"

"Papa knows the man whose name ...," Zayn tried to dig up the memories inside his head before continuing, "Pak Faza?" Zayn was sure he had seen the middle-aged man who was with Ayna chatting with her papa. If he's not wrong, they're one office.

Erik nodded. "Yes, he's papa's best friend. We know him from High School. Wh why? You know him too?"

Zayn's eyes sparkled. Something in his brain cheered happily. "really? May I have Mr Faza's number? I have a little business with him."

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