You, Or Him

Episode 17's

Zia ran towards the parking lot. His heart was broken, his mind was in chaos. After going through a dispute between himself and Rumi which became a free spectacle of people who were near them.

"Kalo is still not satisfied crying, cry aja. Don't be held. Your heart is still." said Dimas who occasionally glanced at Zia.

Zia glanced to the right. He is currently in the car with Dimas heading to the restaurant where they will be eating lunch. Dimas called Zia to take her to lunch. Zia accepted without any rejection as usual. The reason was simple, he wanted to avoid Rumi and Adit.

"I don't know what you have to say anymore. Nangis, no. I get bored again. But his heart is still a nyself."

"What the hell is it?"

Zia turned her face towards the street. His mind was glazed over a few minutes ago.

*flash back!

"lo's relationship? Meaning what?" rumi asked in the middle of her emotions.

"Lo's betrothed again lo martial is my girlfriend. My girlfriend. And you destroyed that relationship. What did you say? Fucking fella? The jerk you said just now is exactly who is your fiancee at this time. The traitor guy I mean, that's gonna be your husband later. Understood?" zia's words are full of emphasis.

" No. Lmpossible. You must be lying, right? You must want to make my relationship ruined, right? Aye right? Answer me! I know you envy me. Zi lo's oath is disgusting. You're not my best friend, I hate you." One point of tears fell on Rumi's cheek. He just said that his best friend is disgusting. What else is this?

"I should hate the same thing as Rum. Because I broke up with Adit. Do you know, when Adit expressed your love in front of everyone, there I was present and my position is still Adit's girlfriend." Zia's voice weakened. He wiped his tears rough.

"Lo know how much I love Adit, but can you imagine how broken my heart was at that time? Especially if you are the woman." Zia sighed. "For as long as I'm dating Adit, even though I've never been known to his parents, or even his best friend. Which is there, the same promise I often canceled because of his friends. Or maybe he canceled because you also at that time, I don't know." he continued.

"While lo, only a few months live in a relationship directly in the room," Zia chuckled, but looked fragile. "be I don't want to tell you about this, fearing you will cancel her marriage. But when you said you hated me, the rich marriage was going to go on." he continued, again.

Zia stood up after she had sat down. His head was dizzy from Rumi's slap and from crying too much. Zia began to step on her feet to leave the pain that was going on between her and her best friend.

*flash back off!

"Hey, why?" ask Dimas curiously.

"Ga papa sis."

"You asked why, he answered because it's not papa."

"Yes already. Repeat that." pinta Zia.

"Should it be reworked?"

"Yes dong."

"OKs. You why?"

"Ga be a brother. Not the mood." said Zia immediately.

"Thank you Zi girl,"

"You boys?" ask her again. Her expression was like a child, plus her puffy eyes and the red tip of her nose made her adorable impression grow.

"I died together" replied Dimas annoyed.

Zia chuckles. "Pengen dong was invited to die with brother."

"Zi,mouth!" ketus Dimas's.

Zia chuckled again. "Yes anyways."

***

Zia was enjoying a bowl of Ramen. It is tired to think only of feelings.

Dimas had been watching Zia. The girl is funny according to her. Her hair was tied up, the tip of her nose was red because most of her cry, her eyes were puffy. Just like a child who had been crying.

"Our nyampe, sit down, order a meal until now brother see I mulu mulu tau. Not bored of what?" asked Zia who was still cool in chewing her food.

"Zi, I like someone else."

"Yes fight!"

"You guys, don't you want me to fight?" asked Dimas while playing both of his eyebrows.

"Rightbrained. It's not so."

Zia laughed at Dimas' response. While Dimas only smiled and ruffled Zia's hair at a glance.

"When is marriage?"

"When are you ready?"

"Ih what the hell. Am I just a big brother, why is he back?"

"I married her to you."

"Wew. It's funny!" tease Zia.

"These faces are normal?"

"How do you want it?"

Dimas chuckled and then shook his head. "Where is this abbys going?"

Zia turned, "to the dufan is delicious."

"It's so bad, ma'am." Dimas and Zia just clucked.

***

Zia walked side by side with Dimas. Their hands are intertwined. Previously not, but Dimas said if they were like the boss and bodyguard children if the road is side by side but far apart. Zia realized that was just an excuse. But he did not want to drop his mood.

Zia feels like she is feeling new happiness. All those who meet him must be laughing happily, some are with a partner and some are with friends.

After finishing playing in several rides, now Zia's focus turns on one vehicle that is enough to trigger adrenaline.

"Sister, ride it yuk." point Zia at the Paris Swing or the chairlift.

"Duh Zi, that's dangerous. Don't want ah."

"Ah you. Shit!" zia said and left Dimas.

"Zi, wait!" Dimas chased after Zia, after succeeding he immediately blocked Zia's hand.

"That's dangerous. What if it falls?" tanya Dimas is serious.

"Sister, that's a safety pack. It might not fall."

"Who can guarantee it won't fall?"

"You don't want to. Don't talk carelessly." Zia left Dimas again. Walk towards the game operator.

"Zi, where are you going?"

"You ride the Paris Swing. Brother doesn't want to, does he? Let me be alone."

Dimas sighed. How could he possibly let the naughty girl ride on her own. Dimas ran small to chase after Zia. And had to get into the vehicle.

Zia's position was in front of Dimas. Dimas. I don't know why but the feeling is not good right now.

The game began. Slowly but surely the Paris Swing began to spin. The first two rounds are all still ordinary. But in the third round and so on the speed began to increase. Continues to increase. The oscillating round made those who were in the vehicle scream with pain. Secretly Dimes nauseous. It felt like it wanted to get all the contents out of its stomach.

Almost all of them were screaming enthusiastically. But not with Zia, she enjoyed every spin. Close your eyes and enjoy every gust of wind. Sweat is cold but exciting, that's what's on his mind.

The round of the Paris swing feels slow. The game is over like that. Still spinning but not as fast as before.

BRUCK!!

"Oh my goodness, Zia!!" yelled Dimas suddenly.

Tbc it's a lot

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