The Times New Romance

Chapter 8: Without Consciousness

CHAPTER 8

Unconsciously

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Ayna sank her head over the folds of her hands as soon as she and Zayn reached the canteen bench where Mira, Pras, and Hari were. Ayna felt so embarrassed that she could even feel the unsheathed gaze of the canteen visitor that was now pointing at her. You crazy Zayn! it's in the heart.

Zayn did not let go of Ayna's hand until they reached the canteen. The look of disbelief, curiosity, also intimidating directed at Ayna just like that, especially from women. Zayn is a popular guy on campus whose name immediately skyrocketed. In addition to challenging senior actions that seem to be history for the Blue Campus, the above-average face of Zayn is also the reason. Ayna had tried to speak kindly to Zayn to let go of his hand, but Zayn was stubborn and nonchalant. He instead said that Ayna should get used to such a gaze because Zayn was used to it and as long as Zayn was around, Ayna would not be the moons of the masses.

When the food was served, Pras and Hari occasionally brushed Mira off by scooping the girl's fried rice, making Zayn chuckle amused as Mira tried to secure her plate by hand. They dissolve in laughter. A sense of comfort spread across their chests, except for one girl who just stirred up her food without interest.

Ayna's tongue became bitter considering the dislike gaze directed at her before arriving at the canteen. Ayna had tried to ignore it and act ordinary, but the more she disappeared the more it came to the surface. Not many realize, Ayna is a feeling that is so easy to put everything into her heart and mind. However, it was covered because of his indifferent attitude that seemed from the outside. He did not like to deal with matters much less deal with the elder brother level. Together with Zayn just drags the problems closer to Ayna.

Zayn who was sitting next to Ayna, moved away the plate of the girl suddenly. Ayna's eyes rounded when some of the rice that had been in her spoon became scattered on the table. He looked at the annoyed guy who was also looking at him seriously. “Can't you bother my life once?” Ayna spray. He did not care about the strange views of the three classmates who were surprised by the change in Ayna's attitude which became very cold.

Zayn returns Ayna's plate to its original place. “If you do not want to eat fried rice, do not make toys stirred like that. Mubazir,” cetus Zayn like a father who is scolding his son.

Ayna grumbled. He decided not to obey Zayn's words so that the boy immediately scrambled and gave up. Ayna accidentally slammed her spoon into the plate. “Yaudah, I don't want to eat,” reply is fierce.

Zayn let out a sigh of resignation then shifted Ayna's plate before him. He stuffed the fried rice into his mouth. No matter the cold of fried rice or the appearance of food that is no longer unsightly, Zayn still devoured it. Zayn had already spent his own. Ayna. He pretended to be indifferent even though his heart felt bad.

Pras shook his head looking at Zayn and Ayna who were sitting before him. “You're like dating people fighting again. Why not really be?” hatchlings.

To the right of Pras sits Mira who is now chin-backed. “Iya. You guys are the best couple. One is handsome, one is beautiful. Aynanya shoot, Zayn,” as well as Mira who makes Ayna pinch Mira's arm with a slap. While Zayn just smiled in response.

Day, who had just finished eating fried rice, nodded her head. “Nyatain aja, Zayn if you really like Ayna. Kayak si Pras same as Mira nih,” he said while glancing at Mira and Pras who immediately threw a surprised look on Hari. Ayna also turned her back along with Zayn who immediately choked on hearing it.

Zayn pointed at Pras and Mira with a spoon while his mouth was still full of food. “You made?” the hatch made a little rice so scattering from his mouth.

Pras shuddered in disgust. “Telen first food lo, Zayn!” this made Zayn chew faster.

Mira sizzled, "Have a son by the way! Why am I being the same as him? I'm babbling, I like to do it again."

Pras glares. "I like you too? It's a chubby cheek that's greedy again." Mira holds her cheek and pinches Pras's waist, making the boy grimace in pain, but as Pras is unable to reply to the same thing so he just slips his tongue at Mira.

Ayna, Zayn, and Hari snorted amusedly at the manner of the two of them. It turns out that the hostility since Junior High that had paused again continued in college.

After finishing the meal, they walked together to class. Zayn doesn't teach Ayna because she insists she doesn't want to learn. The girl instead said that her stomach hurt and her head was dizzy. Zayn, realizing that Ayna is faking it, tries to follow the girl's game.

“O yes, you have a list of student activity units,” said Mira suddenly. All heads shakes.

“Already opened registration?” tanya Day's.

“Iya, Har. We must choose at least one SME.”

Pras nudged Zayn's shoulder. “Lo want to follow what?”

Zayn knitted his eyebrows together, looking serious, making Pras curious. Zayn also said, “Neither,” his reply which was greeted by boxing from Pras into his stomach. Zayn chuckled back amusedly.

“You sure you won't follow?” sela Mira's.

Zayn nodded. “I males follow SME. None of them are interesting.”

Ayna replied, “Then I will join basketball deh,” breakup makes Zayn look surprised.

“Why are you following? Aren't you not going to college?” tanya Zayn did not understand the way Ayna thought. According to his father's words the other day, the girl refused to deal with the campus at all. In addition to teaching Ayna about the course material, Zayn is also mandated to make Ayna feel at home on campus.

Ayna. “Yes justin, like me, right?”

Zayn narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ayna. “Why, Ayna?” repeat with a tone made up firmly.

Zayn gaped in disbelief as Hari and Pras laughed. Mira joined the headlights before following Ayna.

Pras patted Zayn's shoulder and whispered, “Tips deketin chick rese, follow his will, Zayn let you not be hated more.” Pras enters with Hari leaving Zayn in the doorway.

Zayn commented a faint smile. Ayna was actually raising the war flag against him. The girl really did everything she could to provoke Zayn's annoyance, but Zayn's not her name when she gave up. Taking care of the girl is part of Ayna's father's trust. So, if Ayna doesn't allow Zayn into her circle of life, Zayn will barge in.

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"Why do you accept Mr. Faza's request, honey?" asked Soraya while hitting her chest that felt tight. This kid likes to do everything. "You promised me you'd just go out of the hospital to college. Now what? On holidays you also teach his son?"

Zayn who was sitting on the edge of the bed nodded his head. "I have proofed to my mom, I'm okay, right? I still take regular medication and never come home late. The doctor said I was better and my illness rarely recurred." Zayn directly tapped his temple twice. "The brainy Zayn's brain will be in vain if not used. I also want to be a useful person not only ngerepotin."

Soraya stared at the heart. He understood how lonely Zayn had been in the hospital all his life. He sat down beside his son. "Jaudah, mama permitin. But watch out if you boong with mama."

Zayn shook his head while smiling. "No, Ma. Her name is Ayna Nabila. Papa's best friend's son, Mr. Faza. He's my classmate."

Soraya kissed the top of his son's head before leaving the ward so that his son could rest. The apartment they live in is right across from the hospital. Soraya and Erik visit every day.

Zayn pensively stared at the ceiling of the hospital ward. He picked up a phone that was just filled with notifications from a class group that didn't know what to say. Zayn is not interested in joining, his head will throb when long staring at the smartphone screen.

Zayn and Ayna have discussed the study schedule three times a week on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Zayn grew tired of teaching the girl at home or on campus, thinking of finding somewhere else he had never been. Time to seize the opportunity, Zayn thought. Because his parents won't take Zayn anywhere. They are too busy with work. Even if they have time, not necessarily the condition of Zayn is in good condition.

Zayn also opened a web browser and began typing 'Tourist attractions'. He had not had time to press the search button, a series of search keywords appeared under his search. Zayn frowned in wonder.

Tourist attractions with girlfriend.

Romantic tourist attractions.

Antimainstrem tourist attractions with lovers.

A suitable place to propose a lover.

Zayn gaped in disbelief. Why is everything that comes up with regards to lovers? Zayn clucked and tossed his cell phone into the bed. A lover? Ayna's? Zayn shook his head strongly. Ayna is not her type at all. It was supposed to be that annoying girl who was hooked on him, not Zayn.

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"Think Ayna thought! You can make Zayn hate you!" ayna said to herself as she went back and forth in the room. After college, he thinks of ways to get Zayn to hate himself, but Ayna can't think of one thing that could really drive Zayn away. Jerking or licking that guy sucks, it's no longer effective. That guy is not easily influenced by others. Ayna didn't know what to do.

Ayna who went back and forth also stopped the activity when her phone clinked. A smile just popped out when he saw the sender of the message.

Nata: You're home?

Since Nata asked for Ayna's mobile number, the guy never ran out of topics to discuss something with Ayna. At first they talked to each other and reminisced about Junior High, then discussed campus activities majoring in management, or even things that are not important but able to make Ayna laugh. Their chatter just flowed by and Ayna was happy to be able to reply to a message from Nata.

Ayna Nabila: Yes. Ye?

Nata: I caught a test on campus. It must be exciting if you're here now.

Ayna screeched amusedly while replying to the message.

Ayna Nabila: You will definitely encourage me to let the rain. You were the king of jail during Junior High.

Nata: Basic psychic. You can guess my mind.

Ayna and Nata exchanged messages until the sun almost set. At the end of his message, Nata thanked Ayna for accompanying him waiting for the rain to subside. Ayna does not mind, because meeting with Nata can slightly treat the annoyance of Ayna being on campus that Ayna did not expect. In his heart he hoped, if he could be in class with Nata surely he would not be too stressed studying like this time.

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