The Times New Romance

Chapter 6: Being Too Creative

CHAPTER 6

Overcreative

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"Where do you like college?" tanya Faza, who was busy sipping tea while playing a tablet to read the news in the living room when Ayna, who had just finished her bath, was now sitting on a separate sofa with her father.

Ayna held back the resentful snort so that the father would not brand her an impolite child. "Where can you feel at home? Ayna said that she doesn't like learning computers. Yesterday was busy studying calculus, mathematical logic, same statistics again. Learn to learn math first."

Faza chuckled small. "Mathematics is the foundation of computer science, Ayna. All systems are based on logic and calculation. Once you learn the smartphone that you often use, let it be a productive student not consumptive," his lecture which was only replied by a lazy speech from Ayna.

"Ayna's not at home, Dad. Let's anterin Ayna find another campus. Ayna believes there is still a private campus that is still open for registration" Ayna said. He could not wander alone because he had just moved from the city of Bandung to Lembang Regency. There was no motor vehicle that Ayna could use as well so the reason had to plead with Faza.

Faza. "Udah is focused on college. Your time is wasted searching for another campus. His name is also fate, we are both wrong. You even play late at your brother's house, so do not manage your own college."

Ayna pinched the base of her nose trying to unravel the dizzy on the head. He knew this was indeed the fault of the two, but why did only Ayna bear the burden?

"Where can I focus if Ayna doesn't understand me at all, Dad? In class, Ayna is just a rich planga-plongo fool." Ayna stood up. The mood is completely destroyed. He couldn't talk about this any longer with dad. "Ayna wants to get ready first. Go with Mira to the bookstore." Ayna just walked into her room.

Faza exhaled a sigh of resignation. Ayna is her only princess. He still wants to provide the best facilities even though this is a reckless mistake with the origin of registering his daughter because he thinks the girl is happy also with the computer. Faza felt pressured to take responsibility. Faza had thought about it carefully. He immediately searched the contact number on his tablet and made a call.

"Hello? I agree to your offer. Wait at home this afternoon."

***

Mira is busy choosing a book that is 30% discount%. The round-cheeked girl carefully chose what book she would buy. Mira is the type of reader who prefers to buy a book because of the summary of the story rather than the recommendation of readers who sometimes do not have the same taste. While Ayna, who is not very fond of reading, chose to go around looking at the title of the book. Ayna frowned when she found a series of books that discussed about programmers. He remembered Zayn whose programming skills were superior to other children. Not only the computer field, but all Zayn courses understand faster. Even so, Zayn was never arrogant and happy to help his friends who had difficulty understanding the lesson.

Ayna immediately shook her head, breaking her mind about the rancid bloke. Why is his head full of Zayn? Ah, Ayna's getting so insane.

"Ayna, I'm done with it." Mira's speech restores Ayna's consciousness. Ayna accompanied Mira to pay.

On the way home from the bookstore, Mira invites Ayna to buy ice cream. Ayna doesn't mind. While waiting for the bus at the stop, they licked their chocolate vanilla flavored ice cream mouthpieces.

"Oh, this is a disturbing child I mulu," protested Mira as she typed something on her phone. After being sent, he slammed the phone on his thigh.

Ayna cringing. "Who, Mir? Fad guy?"

Mira nodded. "Yes, the guy you know, too. The only guy with blonde hair in class."

Ayna stopped her ice cream licking while thinking. "Prass?" tanyakanya. Mira nodded steadily.

"We are both sworn enemies at SMP. I didn't think we'd see each other again, Ay."

Ayna laughs. "Yes, the world is very narrow" he said. "Prophey, Mir."

The sickly Mira nodded her head, then sighed in annoyance as soon as her phone shook. He re-wrote the contents of the message and then glanced at Ayna. "O yes, Zayn seems to really like you, Ay," said Mira suddenly made Ayna choke. Mira keeps her phone away. He glared at Ayna. "Be careful, let's eat."

Ayna still coughed before swallowing her saliva. When he was able to breathe normally, he said, "No way, Mir. He's a prankster. Most also just curious, if it's been dapet then left."

Mira pursed her lips. "But I think he really likes you. Yesterday, he said you after college know? Eh you even said and he asked me repeatedly where you went. I told you to go home first, but Zayn is still looking for you." Ayna was pensive as Mira began to look at Ayna seriously. "You still believe he's a prank?"

Mira's question settles in Ayna's head. He remembers Zayn who was narcissistic if he was not attractive to Ayna, then uttered a sentence to make Ayna interested in him. Can that be said like? Ayna couldn't believe it. He was sure Zayn was just happy to joke around.

***

Upon arriving home, Ayna frowned as soon as she saw a pair of sneakers on the doorstep. It was not his shoes especially with a size that was twice as large and not his father's. The half-opened door shows a father talking to someone. Ayna stepped in and said, "Dad, there's nothing" Ayna's eyes rounded perfectly looking at the figure sitting on the sofa. "What are you doing here?" his gush at Zayn who waved his hand. Ayna quickly approached Faza. "Dad, why is he here?"

"Hi, Ayna," Zayn said to Ayna.

A pat from Faza floated into Ayna's arm. "Polite as a guest." Faza turned to look at Zayn. "You wait a minute, let Ayna make you drink." Faza made a gesture with his eyes on his daughter, who was still gaping in disbelief, to immediately make him drink.

Ayna snorted small and dragged her heavy legs. He didn't expect Zayn to be the son of his best friend Papa. The language is never wrong. The world is only as wide as the leaves of Moringa. But of all the people on earth, why did he have to meet Zayn?

Ayna reached the kitchen. He makes warm tea for dad and Zayn. Ayna wanted to put salt in her house, but Ayna's conscience was still in place. Ayna does not make bad tea. Ayna came with a tray to two men who were talking. From the kitchen, he could hear nothing. Arriving at the table, Ayna bent her knees and carefully stored the teacup and sat down next to Zayn as there was no more seating left.

"So you don't mind, do you teach Ayna the lecture?" ask Faza who made Ayna choke.

Zayn reviewed the smile as he glanced at Ayna who threw a cruel look at him. His smile grew wider as he looked back at Faza. "I don't mind, Om," replied Zayn who then dropped Ayna's jaw.

Shit-shit-shit! Zayn really proved his point to keep them together. I can't believe there's a creature like Zayn that's so ambitious.

Faza stretched out his hand to shake the hand that Zayn politely retorted as his left hand folded in front of his chest. "I believe in you. Thanks for the help." Zayn nodded. "Please take care of Om's child so as not to run away from college. Now again the time of my children in college when wandering."

"Dad," hissed Ayna who was not touched by Faza when Zayn chuckled amusedly.

Zayn drank Ayna's tea before standing up and saying goodbye to Faza and Ayna. Faza was still developing a smile until Zayn disappeared from sight out of the house. Beside her, Ayna had already tightened her jaw and was staring at her father in a wind. "Why did you see that dad?" ask Faza as if he is innocent.

Ayna snorts. "Why did you ask Zayn to help teach Ayna?" Habits. Faza was indeed happy to apply arbitrarily without permission.

Faza patted his daughter's shoulder. "You said yourself that you don't feel at home because you don't know what you're learning. So I ask for help from my best friend's son. He's Pinter's son because he's been tutoring programmers first. So he understands better than any other freshman."

Ayna grimacing. He scratched his head in frustration. His father was too creative. It was not just this time that Faza's initiative went overboard. When stepping on the bench of Junior High, Faza also helped Ayna complete the task of drama Indonesian lessons. At first, Ayna only asked for help to make a simple costume from the newspaper, but because Faza was unable to make it, her father immediately took the initiative to rent a special costume that was a decent rental price. In fact, until hiring for one group Ayna so that her daughter drama group perform satisfactorily.

"Ah, but this is not the way, Father," said Ayna.

Faza. "Now you drive Zayn to his car. No one's nemenin."

"Why did everything happen? He's not going to be stray!"

"Ayna," call Faza full of warnings.

Ayna gulps. Inevitably Ayna also shuffled out the door rather than getting scolded from Faza. He saw Zayn who had just reached the gate of his house. The girl approached the guy. "Why do you want to be asked to please?" cynical Ayna as she stands beside Zayn.

"Because I'm a good person, Ayna," Zayn replied with a faint smile.

Ayna chuckled, "If you're good, I'm asking you to cancel the deal with my father."

Zayn. While walking towards the black car parked outside Ayna's house, Zayn wrapped his hand over the girl's shoulder. Suddenly, the girl's eyes glared perfectly. Ayna flailed Zayn's hand to get the guy to let her go.

"If that's the case I can't be reckless, because I respect older people." Zayn blinked one eye, making Ayna sigh in annoyance.

"What do you get when you teach me?"

Zayn unlocks the car and opens the door. He looked at Ayna who was looking at him. "Antivirus" he said.

Ayna cringing. "meaning?"

Zayn got into the car while holding the doorknob so he could see Ayna who was still standing nearby. "Virus longs I can be lost if the deck-decker is with you, Ayna. You know what that means."

Ayna breathed in disbelief. Zayn's still obsessed with the virus? The girl snarled along with Zayn who closed the car door. The car's glass came down revealing Ayna whose face was red. "See you on campus, Antivirus!"

Zayn's car breezed off leaving Ayna who was shaking her legs. In other words, will Ayna be stuck with Zayn while on campus? Ayna seems to have to take a seven-figure flower bath in order to be free from the misfortune that always befalls her. The further his desire to move majors.