Unanimous

THE SAME FEELING

Zayn clasped Wiya's hands. That sweet smile had receded from his face. Given that Zayn was now supposed to be the fiance of another woman, Wiya let go of the grip she was really hoping for.

Wiya sat down, sipping warm ginger tea. Thumping, his heart pounding very fast.

"I'm sorry, Wiy, I've been ignoring my feelings all along. I never really realized it. But without you noticing, I was watching you well!"

"What do you mean?  You installed a surveillance camera?"

　

"Where possible! I'm not expressing my love, I don't dare to have you, but I'm watching you, I think by making sure you're okay that's enough. I know everything you like and vice versa. Even you were once the main reason I refilled the quota."

"Omong empty! Like your quota's ever finished!"

Though the rich people certainly never know it feels bad when the quota is dying even though the discussion of group chat again hot. Or still want to socialize the media with free mode but that looks only text there is no picture.

"Teach me Wiy, teach me to translate these vibrations."

Zayn led Wiya's hand to her chest. Wiya could feel the small irregular thumping. Occasionally tight, occasionally calm, also palpable a little shakes that worry.

"It right? This rebar is what you mean? It's a love of his name, explain to me Qawiya can you feel it?"

Wiya. He could really feel it and was actually on the same frequency.

"You've already felt it. You should also be able to repay it. Ilove you. My love will probably demand a lot! Now I want to hear your answer!"

On that table two people were starting to spell characters. Zayn knew Wiya had the same taste, but made him honest with his own feelings? that's still the problem. It is very difficult to reach the depths of the heart of an Ilma Qawiya.

There are a lot of words that will come out but get stuck unable to be spoken.

"You're a fiancee!"

Wiya pulled back both hands of hers. She is not a losing woman. If he can't have it, he won't take anyone else's. There were still many men he would meet in the future.

Hearing Wiya's words, Zayn smiled, he moved his sitting position, now he was sitting on the left side of the long bench. Right next to Wiya.

"If I wasn't someone else's fiancee, would you accept my love?"

Wiya was silent digesting her sentence. His body temperature was cold, but the gallant in him felt extremely hot, his blood rushing all over the body. The moment Zayn suddenly looked at him intensely, it was like there were many tiny ants crawling on his palms and hands. This strange feeling he had really never felt before.

Zayn flicked to the edge of the strands of hair covering his forehead, his fingers gently touching Wiya's delicate cheek skin, the night breeze blowing as if sponsoring what he was doing, his black eyeballs looked at Wiya fixedly and getting closer, Zayn slightly tilted his head, Wiya knew where his gaze was centered. His mood now made Wiya fail to interpret the gaze. Wiya instead chose to close her eyes, not wanting to see what would happen to her any minute.

Seeing Wiya close his eyes Zayn gasped at the intention that emerged from his manly instincts. Both with a beautiful girl he likes, in a place like this certainly must have more stock of consciousness. Zayn could imagine how sweet the pink tiny lips felt let alone he had just drank ginger tea from his cup. With a heavy heart Zayn held back.

But he did not want to miss this innocent girl's expression with his eyes closed. Zayn pulled his nose and immediately buried Wiya's face in the chest of his field. Wiya was surprised, Zayn hugged her. He cursed himself who could close his eyes for wishing for more.

"Don't ever tease me again by closing your eyes like that" Zayn said without letting go of his embrace. Wiya tried to escape, but his strength meant nothing, Zayn increasingly tightened his arms with just one hand.

"Don't try to escape, you've already accepted my love!" Zayn swiped the tip of his chin over Wiya's head.

"Zayn loose! When did I say that, In Your Dream!!" Wiya felt embarrassed as well as annoyed.

Wiya raised her head to look at Zayn's face, her eyes asking for a more detailed explanation than the short sentence. Zayn loosened his embrace, now the embrace was soft, warm and protective.

"Your bee?"

"My Bee? I Have No Bee!"  Zayn knitted his brows, Bee what Wiya meant.

"Still denying! You called Brigitta with Bee's greeting. It's sweet!"

Zayn laughed off his lap until he let go of his embrace. Wiya tidied back her messy hair.

"Listen here!"  Zayn holds both of Wiya's shoulders. Wiya put on a manyun face feeling ridiculed.

"I call him Bii, Be i i, Bii for Brigitta. It's not B e e that means bees, as you might think" Zayn pulled Wiya's nose. "Wah you mean to be jealous as well as Assistant Brigitta the Azmi because she also called her Miss Bii Miss Bii" Zayn imitated Azmi's intonation when calling her Nonanya. Then he laughed again.

Wiya really felt like she lost this night. He should not have embarrassed himself.

"I'm not engaged to Brigitta, Ilma Qawiya "

"How come? you guys, shouldn't today be engaged, and that invitation??"

"Your friend, Inspiration! He's cornering me. But good, seeing the courage to turn his own leader, I broke back to the back. Fight for what I believe in!"

"Speak clearly Zayn! I don't understand what you mean!"

"I'll tell you everything, now you have to admit how you feel"

"You already know!"

"I want to hear it!"

"I love you Zayn Dwika! Since long!"

The wind that blows around them is no longer pure air flow, has been mixed with new energy formed from the melting meaning of "friend" which has been a barrier between the two.

"This relationship may not always be easy. I have chosen you. I will fight for my choice. Please stay by my side until I can finish everything. Give me hope, tell me you're willing to wait and help me get through it"

Zayn took the girl into his arms once more. Finally she can give Wiya a more feeling, she sees Wiya breaking through her limits by expressing her feelings. Zayn also for the second time felt successful in making choices for his own life.

Wiya could feel the warmth that Zayn was trying to channel. While listening to Zayn tell all the series that finally brought them to this place. Wiya really did not expect the story to be so. Either the universe is sharing with whom right now.

Zayn's hug tightened at the end of the sentence. Wiya increasingly sniffed in the body odor, inhaling comfortably, it felt like he wanted to sleep for a moment, resting a tired longing.

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