The Times New Romance

Chapter 7: Logic and Love

CHAPTER 7

Logic and Love

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Zayn changed his casual outfit to a light-green loose-white outfit as soon as he arrived in his private room. Lying on the bed is a routine that must be done. After returning from Ayna's house, Zayn was a little tired, but his smile actually rose wider than usual.

His encounter with Faza was truly a happy one for Zayn. Due to the man's permission, Zayn was able to use it to freely roam outside the hospital. Not just commuting from campus like now, but he had another reason to invite Ayna to study outside campus. The desire that he thought was only a wish, is now in his grasp. Zayn did not expect it turned out that approaching Ayna could provide a favorable reciprocity for him.

Zayn was born with severe congenital heart disease from birth. He never had a chance to enjoy a normal life during his lifetime. When a child his age was crawling, Zayn struggled to breathe with the help of a breathing tube. As the little boy ran through the garden, Zayn tried to stop spewing the bitter medicine that was stuck on his tongue. When the teenager began to join his friend, Zayn could only say hello to drugs, intravenous needles, and a defibrillator machine. Zayn had no friends but those things, although there was once someone who often visited him.

This congenital heart disease took Zayn's time to live normally. He must fight against his illness or that disease that will rule over Zayn completely. Despite being imprisoned in a chemical-scented room, Zayn has always wanted to learn that one day Zayn could get out of the hospital, Zayn does not have to bear the shame and is labeled a strange child when meeting other people. Homeschooling even to the point of taking the national exam, Zayn did. He feels normal when he can do what normal people do.

Zayn circulated a glance at the room that was not too small and not too big for him. Indeed this is a special room with complete patient facilities, but for Zayn, it makes no difference ordinary room with a VIP room, he will both only be tied to the bed.

He got out of bed and walked to the window. The expanse of the city that greeted his sense of sight was so pampering. Weigh the purplish orange sky as if it is a powerful tranquilizer. Because for Zayn, that's where life really is. Not in a stuffy room that keeps him stuck with drugs and syringes.

Zayn just wants to be free. It was just his little wish that was never that simple to realize. And he was grateful to meet Ayna who could help make it happen.

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Entering the third week, lectures are increasingly crowded with independent and group tasks. This week alone Ayna entered in three different groups. And one of them, he's a bunch with Zayn. The guy seems very happy to know that, in contrast to the sour Ayna.

Ayna is still living her college days by force. Although the courses taught in the first semester were still introductory before getting into the deeper mechanisms of how computers and software work, but Ayna already felt to be the dumbest person in the class. He did not understand what the professor explained. As a result, he never focused in class. Especially, when the course of mathematical logic.

"Try you who sit by the window," said Mr. Hamdan while pointing to a girl who was busy doodling her binders.

All eyes immediately looked at the designated person. Including Mira who turned to Ayna beside him. Ayna looked indifferent. More precisely, immersed in a sea of his own thoughts. Mira also pulled Ayna's shoulder and raised her chin towards the lecturer. Ayna let out a sigh of resignation then raised her hand hesitantly, "Yes, sir?"

Mr. Hamdan, who was standing in front of the blackboard, wrote a mathematical logic conjunction; p ^ q. "If p is true and q is false. So the conjunctions p and q are?" ask her to Ayna.

In her chair, Ayna fluttered. He hasn't noticed Mr. Hamdan speaking since the last hour. Although Ayna had studied mathematical logic in High School, but Ayna could not remember it. Maybe precisely, because Ayna did not really understand what she had learned.

"So what's the answer?" urged Mr. Hamdan. "Right or wrong?" Seeing Ayna remain silent, he said, "Daritadi why would you?"

Ayna's mouth was already open but no words came out. Ranya in her chair puffed up her cheeks holding back a laugh. He was happy to see Ayna humiliated. While Gio who withstood the sleepiness became wide-eyed knowing there was something exciting going on. He will not miss moments like this when the lecturer seemed to swallow his students alive because they were caught not listening.

Ayna grimaced in her chair. It would be a shame if Ayna answered wrongly and Mr. Hamdan would definitely scold her, but Ayna had no idea what the right answer was. Ayna said, "Ben-"

"Wrong, sir," interrupted Zayn who was sitting two tables away, parallel to Ayna's bench.

All heads turned towards him, including Mr. Hamdan. "Why is it wrong?" tanyakanya.

Zayn displays rows of teeth. He is not at all threatened by the sharp spotlight of Mr. Hamdan. "Because the logic is that if p is right, I love you, and q is wrong, you love him. So the conjunctions p and q are-" Zayn deliberately withheld his words to provoke the curiosity of the entire class before continuing, "heart-broken, sir!"

The whole class was broken. Moreover, the look on Zayn's face as if he was giving a serious answer. "That logic is futile and is worth doing wrong, sir?" he added that even provoked laughter Mr. Hamdan. The notorious lecturer is now shaking his head.

In between the noise of laughter, Ayna who shared a smile felt someone was looking at her. Ayna turned to look at Zayn's bench. And sure enough, the guy looked at him and closed his eyes for a few seconds as if in a gesture, just calm down.

Ayna also turned her eyes when her heart was beating. Ayna's heart was filled. Because of the man's actions, Ayna did not become humiliated by the class and did not get angry with Mr. Hamdan. Come on, Ayna don't be weak, Ayna's mind convinces her heart not to be easily swayed by something trivial like this.

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"What the hell, Mir? Don't start it." Ayna screeched as she stuffed her things into the bag with a slap. Mira is thrilled to have him set up with Zayn. What's so great about that pale-skinned guy? Although Ayna was helped earlier, but Ayna will not be easy to open the heart. Ayna can not accept if Zayn really likes it especially considering the speech of the man who was determined to make Ayna interested in Zayn so that he felt at home in college. Ayna is sure, Zayn is just like most guys who like to joke without any more intention.

When Mira saw Zayn coming to Ayna's table, Mira immediately waved at the girl. "Ay, I went to the cafeteria first. Your prince has come." Mira slid her tongue at Ayna who had raised her fist into the air. Mira also ran out of the room that was noticed by one of the guys in the class.

The man smiled and embraced the nearby Day. "Zayn, follow us to the cafeteria yes," said the guy who is none other than Pras.

The so-called Zayn brandished the finger of the sign okay. Pras and Hari also quit the class following Mira. Zayn bent his knees and propped his chin on the side of Ayna's table. Ayna looked at Zayn looking at him. "What?" cynical Ayna.

Zayn advancing lips. He was not satisfied with the girl's welcome. "Don't pout, Ayna. You should thank you earlier I've slipped you from the lecturer killer," he said who replied to the round eyes of the girl. "I don't want you to not focus on the kayak class in the second matkul." Zayn stood up and took Ayna's hand.

Ayna who was feeling uneasy tried to pull her hand. "Yesin, Zayn. Mira is waiting for me."

Zayn shook his head twice. "You'll run away if I let go." Ayna sighed in disbelief at Zayn's carefree attitude. Zayn runs which automatically pulls Ayna as their hands cling.

Ayna followed the guy's long steps out of class. "Zayn, where are we going? Release first!" his screeches. He felt dragged by Zayn.

Zayn turned his head and pressed his hand against Ayna. "We studied in the cafeteria with Mira," the breaker did not receive a rebuttal even though Ayna had whined for Zayn to let go of her hand.

"Zayn," call Ayna. Zayn turned his head while raising his eyebrows. "Are you going to keep kayak gini? Where am I going and doing it?"

"If with this you can always be on my deck, why not? Just so you know, I'm grateful to see you."

"What?" Ayna frowned in wonder. "Do you like me?" ask without further ado. If Ayna had a taste, she would not be this brave.

Zayn. "No! You're not my type, Ayna."

Zayn was sure he didn't like Ayna. The girl that Zayn dreamed of was all high, her voice was good, and had a gentle demeanor. However, all of these things Zayn could not find in Ayna. The tall girl only reached Zayn's ears, her voice was crisp, and liked to poke. There is no friendly at all. Gratitude can meet with Ayna, only limited to gratitude because Zayn so have a reason to roam outside the campus. That's all Zayn knew.

"Jaudah take my hand off."

"No way."

Ayna hisses in disbelief. "Yes, Zayn. I've suffered enough to have to go to college wrong majors so stop bothering me. I want to go to college quietly until I can get out of here."

"I'm not bothering you. Instead I want to share happiness let you feel at home in college here. Take care of you, though" Zayn raised his hand and continued, "also your father's request."

Ayna clucking. His one free hand clenched holding a piece. "If this is all for the sake of my father's request, mending you back off now. You did something in vain, Zayn. I'm gonna get out of this college."

Ayna did not want to gradually feel indebted to Zayn. This was the last time Zayn helped himself on campus. After all, Ayna still wants to move majors before it's too late. And the appearance of Zayn, made everything even more hampered.

"I'll never step back until my goal and your father's wish is achieved, Ayna" Zayn said, patting Ayna on the top of her head with a faint smile.

Ayna let out an annoyed breath as she brushed off Zayn's hand. "Whatever. If you choose that, I'll make you hate me."

Zayn raised his eyebrows, not feeling threatened. "Try me. I won't give up easily."

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Yeay has arrived at chapter 7. Please give me advice and comments!