Unanimous

ZAYN DWIKA TO QAWIYA

Wiya went to the room to pick up her favorite blanket, bring her back to the living room and cover her tiny body. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, switching the Channel from Zero back to Zero - none of which caught his attention until he fell back asleep on the couch

This time his sleep was more sound and deep, I don't know how long his eyes were closed with the TV on. Wiya was struck by the loud ringtone of the phone and broke her drowsiness. Wiya grabs the phone she put on the table, one call from an unknown number. Wiya ignored the call and placed the phone in her pants pocket. Then he turned off the TV channel.

Wiya grabs her blanket will return to the room.  But his steps stopped because his phone rang back, this time simultaneously with the sound of a knock from the front door. The fur of his neck was rather bristling, He glanced at the clock of the large wall in the corner of the room, already at 9 p.m. Who's been meeting these nights ? Cable TV was misaddressed. Now there's no way Ledeng kang dikibilan these nights, right?

After feeling , weighing, remembering and finally Wiya decided to take the call first.

One second, two seconds passed. Wiya deliberately waited for the person in the call to open his voice .

"Qawiya, I know you're inside. Open the door now !"

"Z..Za-Zayn !!! " He Spelled the name of the owner of the voice.

Wiya sculpted to make sure that what had just happened was not the sequel to his dream earlier. He turned the key child and pulled the door algae to find a tall, tall, white human figure with pitch-black eyes staring at him. Wiya had not been able to accept his consciousness too much. He was afraid that what he saw could be the incarnation of Jin Ifrid or his friends who were disturbing Wiya. Remembering Zayn all this time was not like a ghost who came to scare nakuti and disappeared away.

The extreme fear turned into a huge and powerful energy, as powerful as he pushed back the door to make the huge body unable to hold it and his right hand was squeezed unsaved.

"Wiya, my hand is Wiy, Qawiya !!! " She shouted Zayn

Wiya reopens the door, Zayn hastily breaks inside and waggles his sore hand.

"Zayn ? You ?"

"Okay, sick Wiy " Still blowing his niup hands unfortunately.

"Ma...Sorry ! " Hm, Rasain!

" There's something important I want to talk about ! You must come with me ! "

"Now ? "

"So ! Last night ! "

"Ohhhh..."

"Yes now Qawiya, Come on !!!"

Without answering, Wiya turned around and went inside, Zayn quickly grabbed and held Wiya's wrist to avoid passing in front of her. Wiya looked at her hands that had become cold within Zayn's grasp. Always has.

"I changed clothes "

"No, we're just for a minute"

Wiya observed himself from the soles of the feet that still wear sandals home to the hair that is still in one dip. He only wears a creamy V-neck T-shirt and white plisket pants hang a little. let alone lipbalm, the powder sprinkles have not been achieved.

"Stay Beautiful" Zayn blinked one eye "Come on!"

"My hands off first ! "

Zayn let go of Wiya's hand, Wiya closed the door and locked it from the outside. He walked with Zayn from behind into his car. After closing the door for Wiya, Zayn opened the back door picking up his jacket . Then sit next to Wiya ready to drive his car.

Because the wind was still strong enough to channel the cold, Wiya took the jacket to cover her body. Zayn took the end of the seatbelt hooks will attach it to Wiya. Wiya quickly prevented the action.

"I can do it myself !" Resist.

"Oh, Okay !"

Cars began to drive out the gates and across the bustling city streets. Wiya glanced at Zayn with the tail of her eyes. Wiya had thought this man was the bride who had run away from her engagement, but from the clothes she was wearing it seemed like nothing had happened before.

"Do you know where I've come home from?"

"Let me know !" Zayn gently stroked Wiya's rift.

"Where are we going ? "

"Where's the good ? Cafe Peak ? You like the view from a height, right?"

"You don't go crazy ! I'm just wearing this shirt. Look at my sandals" Moves around her legs.

Zayn just smiled and did not answer again, he just focused on driving the car from behind the wheel until the car stopped in the parking lot of a coffee shop. Wiya insisted on not going down but Zayn persuaded her by saying that she had nothing to worry about because no one would notice her. Eventually Wiya got out of the way they had to talk in the car together.

Coffe Shop is located in the Bukit Cermin area, from the parking lot we can already see the beautiful view of Tanjungpinang city from a height . The Coffe Shop building consists of three floors. The first and second floors are clearly crowded by the millennials filling their Saturday night.

Zayn takes Wiya up to the rooftoop which is the highest floor of the building. Wiya looked left-right, deserted. No one fills a chair there. Wiya buttoned full zipper jacket, night wind after shade rain from a height felt very cold but Wiya so enjoy it. A little soothing soul to see the twinkling lights of the city from a height especially in the bright night of the moon like today.

Wiya took off her hair. Strawing the shoulder-length brown hair and combing it with fingers, slightly improved his appearance. They sat down on one of the most marginal benches and ordered a warm ginger Tea with a little snack. A few minutes in silence.

Wiya stood up from her chair towards the building's iron guardrail. Breathe in deeply. His mood is now improving. Looking from a height was the thing he liked the most. He was now completely convinced that he could control his feelings.  Zayn was standing next to him staring at the same thing.

"Why are you so happy to block calls and messages from me Wiy ? "

"Why are you so hard-hearted ? isn't it that you can easily call me back ?" and hurt ?

"Don't go again !"

"You have no right to arrest me ! You can't make me sick again "Say calm and smile wins.

"But I want you Wiya !!! I want you to be ...."

Wiya turned to look at Zayn as if he had memorized this condition and knew the connection of the broken sentence. They are now carried away as if they already understand each other's feelings.

"So what ? So your friend again ? "

"No, this time it's not that !" Denied Zayn

"Then, so what ? So your star ? Altitude !  so land ? too low, So the sun ? Hot, I'm scared ! So the moon ? Too dim. I don't want to, I don't want any of that. Find another friend of yours"

" So my life's lover, Ilma Qawiya, I Love You"