
Arash welcomes Mama Nayna, Papa Satria, Zia and Bara. There are opa and Oma also from the Princess family, and also some of the female cousins who also came to Jakarta. Arash seems to have made a little visa peace with his sister-in-law. Just look, Arash is currently Arash who first greeted Zia. Habitually? Arash kissed his sister-in-law, even as if he thought that Zia was not there.
"How are you, Zia?" greet Arash.
"Good." Zia passes, seeing that the girl is still reluctant to look familiar with Arash.
"Bara, how are you?" greet Arash also to his brother-in-law who is a boy.
"As seen," Bara replied with a faint smile.
Bara also stepped his legs wide so that he could catch up with his sister, then the man embraced Zia's shoulder, making the girl turn towards him.
"It's been four months, Zia. Looks like you're still holding a grudge against him?" whiskey Bara.
Zia smiled slightly. "No, Mas. I don't hold a grudge. It's just, I feel lazy to get back to familiar with him," said Zia in a whisper as well.
"Why? Has something happened between you that you don't know about?" tanya Bara was suspicious.
"Hmm? Nothing," Zia replied quickly, then the girl turned her gaze away from the gaze of the elder brother's eyes.
Zia accidentally let go of Bara's arm, then a little run to get to Mama Kesya.
"Tante, how are you?" greet Zia with a friendly.
"Good, baby. Wow, this is Zia, you really look beautiful huh. Similar to Princess," praised Mama Kesya.
"Means like me too dong, Ma'am," kekeh Mama Nayna.
"Eh, yes, similar. How can you?" mama Kesya said, chuckling. "But, this Zia is a cute version of her yes. If the Princess is tall, if Zia-is not short as well, but not as tall as the Princess. But, his face is a little loh, that's what makes this Zia cute, like a child kind of kindergarten," mama Kesya kekeh.
"Yes, even yesterday someone said that Zia was still in junior high school" said Mama Nayna laughing.
"Grandfather, this face is always young," continued Mama Kesya. "Just like, Mommy. Eyewear his face. Doesn't look like you have three kids."
"Duh, Ma'am Kesya too. Don't look like you've got five kids" said Mama Nayna.
Zia could only smile. He used to hear such compliments. Where if he is always said to be similar to the Princess, but more have a cute face. In addition, her body is slightly petite, making Zia look still like a schoolboy who still wears a blue white uniform.
"Come, in. Rest first in the room. Must be tired, right?" tell Mama Kesya while telling the housekeeper to show Mama Nayna, Bara, and Zia's room.
"Duh, the coming-time is directly told to rest. Is there anything to help with this?" ask Mama Nayna.
"Help what? Just help prayer, who the show is smooth tomorrow," kekeh Mama Kesya.
"Milk..."
"Yes, take a break first, ma'am. We'll talk again" said Mama Kesya.
"All right then." Mama Nayna also obeyed the order of Mama Kesya, to rest in the room, as well as Zia.
Arriving in the room.
Cling ...
Zia, who had just opened her suitcase, just grabbed the phone not far from her. The girl smiled when she saw who was sending the message.
Abash: Has it arrived? Did you bring the ring?
Zia: Yes, I brought it, Mas. When will Sifa come home? This is the ring when will I take it?" ask Zia who replied to the short message sent by Abash earlier.
Cling ...
A short message went back into Zia's phone.
Zia: Okay.
After replying to the last message from Abash, Zia again saves her phone. The girl resumed the activity she wanted to do earlier.
*
Zia just got an impression of Abash. The man told himself to meet in the gazebo behind the house, right near the swimming pool.
Zia also stepped into the swimming pool, then looked for the gazebo that Abash meant. Slowly, Zia approached Abash who looked cool trying to find something on her phone.
"Ekhem, am I interrupting, Mas?" asked Zia with her soft voice.
"Eh, you're Zia." Abash keeps his phone, then tells Zia to sit down.
Zia lands her butt right next to Abash, and she pulls out a ring box that she will give to Abash.
"Try to see, Mas. Hopefully it will be appropriate," said Zia.
Abash took the ring box and opened it. "Woow, Zia. This is really amazing. You're very talented, Zia" Abash said.
"Thank you very much, Mommy."
"Aren't you planning to open a jewelry store?" asked Abash curiously.
"There it is, Mas. Just for now, I helped Mas Bara first in the office. Later, if everything is done, I plan to apply at one of the famous jewelry stores," replied Zia.
"That's good, hopefully one day you can open your own jewelry store."
"Mrs, Mommy."
"But, can you actually open a store now? Don't have to be later?" kekeh Abash's.
"It could be, but my science is still lacking, Mas. I still need to learn from the experienced. That's why I want to work in people's place before I open my own shop."
"Hopefully what you want, can be realized soon huh, Zia."
"Amiin, thank you, ma'am."
"And also, may you find the right prince."
Yes, Abash knows, if Zia has just broken her heart. The man he was appraising, it turns out that he had just made up with his close friend when he was in college in Swiis first. If you ask where Abash knows, of course Abash knows from Sifa. Zia and Sifa often communicate and their closeness also looks very familiar.
"Hopefully, Mas. May the prince be like, Mas" Zia.
"Amiin, but what looks like I've sold out first," kekeh Abash who made Zia also chuckled.
If what Abash meant was his twin, Zia would have rejected it. Because Zia hates that guy. Zia hates Arash, as he has stolen her first kiss and doesn't apologize for it in the least.
Yes, even if the incident was unintentional. Still, right, Arash kissed Zia?
Zia shakes her head, trying to forget the events of the day, but no matter how much she tries to forget the events of the day, Zia remembers it more and hits the hatred in her heart for Arash.
"Em, if so I go back inside first, Mas. Hopefully later the application event will go well," said Zia with a smile.
"Hmm, thanks again, Zia."
Zia got up from her seat, then walked away from Abash.
Somewhere else.
"Did they both? It seems that Abash often met with Zia secretly," said Arash who noticed Zia's movements.