You, Or Him

Episodes 10

"Hello, Zi. It's me!"

Zia opened her eyes, feeling familiar with her voice. Soon Zia saw the phone and saw the unknown number listed.

"What's wrong?" answer Zia ketus.

"Are you angry with me?"

Zia's eyes widened. No abis thought with the question coming out of the mouth of the man over there. 'Basins insensitive man.' Inner Zia shouted.

Actually since last afternoon, when Arga and Dimas gathered together in the middle room. Zia did not speak to Dimas at all. Even answering the question that came out of Dimas' mouth he did not want to. He acted as if there was no Dimas.

"No," replied Zia lazily

"Seriously?"

"Hmm, uh,"

"Besok Arga ngajakin lunch. Follow-up huh?"

Again, again and again. Why is everyone not Zia anyway? Arga, Fisya and now? Dimas is in. Is that important to Zia? Or is it just because Dimas is lazy to just be the goat conge Arga and Fisya?

"Zi?"

Zia sighed. "Ga can. Tomorrow I'll guide you by afternoon."

"Sampe afternoon? You were mentoring or ngedate sampe all day?"

"Tau ah's. I can't do it" said Zia. Then Zia severed the connection unilaterally. Too lazy to talk to a guy who doesn't feel like Dimas.

Ting

Zia's phone is vibrating. Indicates there is some chat coming in. Zia immediately opened the application. An unknown number is listed as the first order.

081265*****9

It's not polite to turn it off.

Tomorrow I'll pick you up at lunchtime.

Do you know who that is? Who else if not Dimas! Why the hell is he so pissed? Why didn't he take on his future wife?

Speaking of the future wife. Zia has not told her best friend that Dimas actually already has a future wife.

***

The campus library. Here Zia is together with a handsome lecturer nan handsome. Zia focused on seeing the red inked pen of Mr. Gio who was dancing freely on the script sheet. And Zia also tried to concentrate with what was clearly explained by the dosbing.

"You just revise the one I scribbled it on. Watch for punctuation, Fauzia. More in order again every sentence. Detailed but not long-winded explanation. Show assertiveness in each report. If it is like this, you yourself will be difficult during the trial.  Tomorrow you can love me, at the same time." explained Mr. Gio who gave Zia's thesis.

Zia looked at her still-wicked script. But Zia was grateful, at least not as bad as in the beginning. Not that it is difficult to find the ones in the scribble with red ink, but looking for parts that are not in the scribble is much more in need of struggle. Bayangin, how bad was Zia's thesis back then!

"Must be tomorrow, sir?"

"Ga should. Next week we can too." Zia smiled happily at the lecturer's words. "If you want to continue another semester ahead, please transfer to me next week." continued the handsome lecturer. Zia's smile faded with each second.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me." Zia stood up after seeing a nod of agreeing marks from her lecturer.

"When will you deliver?"

Zia flipped her body back when she heard the question from her lecturer. "God willing tomorrow, sir!" the professor nodded his head.

"Yes already. You can come out."

***

Zia walked towards the campus cafeteria. Sometimes he found a bunch of students who laughed loosely without burden. Yes, Zia was sure they were still in the early stages. And there will be times when they feel the pleasure of being a final-level student like him.

Zia typed something on her phone. Then continue on to the canteen. Occasionally Zia likes her sweet smile when her level adek greet.

Zia has arrived at the canteen. Choosing the most comfortable seat Zia version. It's at the corner next to the wall. Zia put her laptop and mobile phone on the table. Call Mba Desi and order the food she wants to eat right now.

Zia's phone vibrated briefly indicating there was an incoming message. Zia opened the chat app. And displays a message from Fisya. The contents asked Zia's whereabouts at the moment. Zia's fingers nimbly danced over her smartphone keyboard to reply to a message from Fisya.

After I finished replying to Fisya's message. Zia activated her laptop. Lean on the back of the chair to wait for the loading of the laptop. And occasionally tap on his phone screen.

"Woi, Zi" a clap landed on Zia's shoulder. He made her look to see the perpetrator.

He, Daniel who was carrying his laptop immediately sat in front of Zia. Then he called the owner of the canteen in a slightly different voice.

"Lo's sick?" Daniel shakes. "Oh. Kirain." continued Zia who immediately struggled on her laptop.

"Emang why?"

"Lo sound different." Instantly Daniel coughed. Daniel is like a comic book advertising artist coughing. There are several types. Cough lebay, cough jaim and cough cool. He's coughing right now, cool.

"Ga snorted yes. I don't know either. Not too much from the morning."

"What message does Daniel want?" ask Desi mba who is ready to take notes.

"Gue wants a good one, Mba" Daniel said as if thinking. "Good water, Mba!" he continued accompanied by a cry asking in the block.

"Lo ask for good. Ask for a cheap one!" zia sarcas.

Daniel and Mba Desi laughed together. "Funny lo! Mba, order fried noodles dong with the same orange squeeze yaa. Lo want?" daniel asked Zia, who immediately got the arm from the owner.

"Jaudah mba aja yes," continued Daniel who was immediately berguki Desi.

"Where is the rummy, Zi?"

Zia shook her head. "Ga knows me. Ask Reno. Surely he knows," explained Zia while displaying her distinctive grin.

"Reno ain't no,"

"Where?"

"Emang lo gatau?" daniel asked, knitting his eyebrows.

Zia shook her head. "No!"

Daniel moved his body. Linking both hands he was on the table. As if to tell you something. Daniel made Zia automatically approach as well. "Lo really don't know?"

Zia nodded back. "Just like that." said Daniel relaxed.

"meaning?"

"Gue is also gatau,"

"Syalan lo," Zia blurted out Daniel's eel. Makes the owner grimace in pain.

"Arm, Zi. Lots of girls here. I don't want to, because of my charms!" obviously Daniel doesn't accept it. Lean back to the back of the chair he was sitting on.

Zia rolled the lazy eyeball. But it can not be denied, both Daniel and Reno are both idols of students throughout the campus. In their eyes, Daniel and Reno were cool men. Often the students flocked just to discuss things that are not at all useful. Impressed, but that is reality.

'Sister, ig brother what the hell is his name?'

'Sister, can you ask for no wa brother?'

'But girlfriend'able really?'

'Titip greetings with the future mother-in-law, sister!'

And, there's so much more.

At the time the students were crazy, Reno and Daniel only responded with a smile that, ah too hypocritical if he said not sweet.

"Where do they know you're actually turning?" jidat Zia immediately got the news from Daniel.

"Anyway if you say. I'm normal Zi, normal! If Reno knows, it hasn't been proven to be a child!" furious Daniel.

"Ogeb's pain. Once again you torture my bidat, you're going to jail, Dan. Bodo is the same thing as friendship. Protecting my own body is more important to me. He's a mess if he's being tormented just the same." Zia said.

"Lo want to report me to the police?" Zia nodded steadily. "Only a case?" daniel brought his body closer to the table.

"DP!"

Daniel looked at Zia confused. "KDP what?"

"Violence in Friendship! I'll say gini. Sir, he's evil. He always mistreated my beautiful daughter. I don't accept it, sir. I want him to be punished severely."

Daniel grunts. Then lean on the back of the chair. Reluctant to answer the chatter of his best friend that can be prolonged. He prefers to stick to his cell phone.

"And. Whoa Daniel!" call Zia who keeps shaking Daniel's hand.

Daniel raised his head to look at Zia. Then I turned to look around the canteen. And looked back at Zia. "Lo who?"

　

　

Tbc!!