You, Or Him

Episode 8

The hour hand is between 7 and 8. The woman behind the thick blanket had already woken up and rushed off to the campus.

But reality is not like that. The owner of the room even more curled up behind the blanket, which seemed to be looking for a point of comfort.

"Zi, aren't you awake yet? He said there was guidance." the mother shook Zia's tiny body. Trying to wake his son from the dream.

Zia's getting cowering. "Oh my goodness Zi. Look at the clock. Let's get up." Irene turned to the large window in the room. Pulling the curtain so that the light of the sun can disturb Zia.

Zia opened her eyes. "Ma, Zia's stomach hurts a lot" said Zia who was still curled up under her thick blanket.

Irene approached her son. Sit on the edge of the bed right next to Zia. "You're coming by the moon?" Zia shook her head.

"Mis-eat?" ask Irene again. But Zia nodded back.

"What did you eat yesterday?"

"Ga's eating nothing, Ma." explains Zia.

Irene nodded in displeasure. "Ga eat nothing? You mean no eating?" Zia nodded making Irene raise one eyebrow.

"Said Arga, yesterday you went to eat with your friends. But why isn't there even a meal?" Irene was confused.

Zia moved to sit. "Yes Zia is leaving, Ma. But Zia ga pesen eat. Just drink lemon tea doang," said Zia relaxed.

Irene flicked Zia's eel which made her owner grimace in pain. "What a printer, Zi. No eating and drinking. Whose son is it?"

"Mother's son who is at the crossroads noh." chirped Zia who was rewarded with a snap again from the mother.

"Bad shit, Ma? Sick know this." petulant Zia who stroked the kasian jidatnya persecuted.

"Some of you would say it" said Irene. "Jude took the medicine there. He said there was guidance today." continued Irene who walked towards the door of the room.

Zia was lying down. "That's it, Ma. I'm authorizing dosbing for ntar."

Irene flipped over her body and looked suspiciously at the baby." You're not pretending anymore, are you, Zi?"

"Geez, you don't trust your own kids?" ask Zia not to think. "So Zia pretended to be sick. Ntar is really sick" he continued.

"You're missing the guidance" Irene chirped before finally opting out of her son's room.

Zia grunting. Really, this time he didn't pretend to be sick. His stomach hurts. Which looks like his magh is relapsing at the moment.

"Zi, take the medicine don't forget!" Irene shouted from where. Zia shook her head. Her mother is not like the mother in soap operas. Which if his son is sick, in love, in elus-elus, in question what. Her mother? Even thought his son was pretending, even reminding him to take medicine using screaming like that.

Zia picked up her phone on the nightstand. Open a green phone picture chat app. Typing a name and sending a short message.

To : Dosbing Bull

Good day, sir.

I Fauzia Sukma son management business guidance father. Please apologize, sir. Today I can't follow your guidance. Because I am not feeling well anymore.  So about when can I get follow-up guidance, sir?

Send

After sending a message to the handsome lecturer. Zia put her phone back on the nightstand. Pulling the blanket and back curled up to enjoy the pain in his stomach that never decreases.

***

When she no longer felt pain in her stomach, Zia opened her eyes. Trying to gather all his consciousness. Glanced at the clock that stood beautifully on the left side of the nightstand next to his mattress. Zia's eyes widened. It's 10 over 15 minutes. It turned out that Zia had colonized the dream world for a long time.

Zia turns to sitting, stretching the muscles typical of waking people. Zia lowered her legs first intending to clean herself in the bathroom that was also available in this room.

Zia's phone vibrated briefly. Signing that there is an incoming message. Zia picked up her phone then was somewhat surprised to see the notification that appeared.

50 missed voice calls

105 Messages from 10 chats

Zia clicked on that WhatsApp App. There's a call from his college friends. There was a message from his group with his best friend, there was a message from his campus friend who asked why he was not present, and there was a reply from 'Dosbing Ganteng'

From: Dosbing Cute

You can meet me at the library tomorrow. But do not force it if it is still not healthy. Hope you get well soon, Fauzia.

Zia smiled crazy. If only this lecturer was not married, maybe he was listed on the list of men who would be approached by him.

But unfortunately, this lecturer has to enter the list of men who cannot be approached by Zia. Because, Zia is not the type of girl who likes to eat men who have tailed.

Zia's phone rang long. Show caller id, Reno. Zia immediately raised the call from her best friend.

"Hello"

Zia nge-loudspeaker mobile. And put on the edge of the nightstand, so that Zia can all clean up the slightly untidy mattress.

Zia snorted at the demands of the question from Reno. "Home on. I'm permission," he replied.

"Izin's? Because it's still bad?" accuse Reno over there.

Zia was surprised by Reno's accusation. "Though nutmeg lo in pluto!"

There was laughter all over there. Their habit is, loudspeaker calls from anyone when they're together.

"Continue?" ask a woman. From her voice was like Rumi's.

"I think I'm relapsing" Zia explained.

"Can't you?" ask Fisya. He was always more worried about Zia.

"Or," Zia shook her head. As if they could see Zia's head.

"We go there, yes" Reno said and the connection was cut off. Reno disconnects the call even before Zia answers.

"Based on a madman. What is it about you dateng, ha? PD really lo," said Zia on Reno's WhatsApp picture profile.

***

Almost an hour after the connection was cut, they had arrived here, at Zia's house. Today they are complete without a single person. Rumi who usually likes to disappear is now also present. If you revise the thesis is good together, he said. So if you eat or go for a nice walk together what? Shitty fucking camel hump!

"So who's the guy you talked about yesterday, Sya?" ask Rumi who is still focusing on her laptop.

Fisya looked at Rumi at a glance. "Lo know? I don't think you've updated about us!"

Rumi nodded. "Gue read all your chats. But I may not be impressed, my man again with Zidan. It's not good!"

"Zidan who?" tanya Fisya who now set his full gaze towards Rumi.

"My girlfriend is,"

Fisya just ooh while returning to his initial position. The laptop is just like Rumi, Daniel and Reno.

"Gue thinks your boyfriend is with Zia's girlfriend, one knows, Rum!" fisya's speech succeeded in making everyone, including Zia who had been struggling on her phone.

Feeling the center of attention. Fisya shifted his focus away from the laptop. "Yes abis is almost the same. You don't want to know the people closest to you, do you?" fisya said relax.

"But like no, the name is also different" he continued and returned to focus on his laptop.

"That's why having a boyfriend is known to us!" daniel relaxed.

Daniel was the most relaxed of all. Moreover, Reno, he was the most unable to relax. If you are angry, you feel that everyone wants to get into his stomach.

"Better also lo singles our kayak, Rum. You see, during the courtship, there is no time for us," Reno opened her voice.

"Lo on don't really support me dating, wonder!" clearly Rumi did not accept.

Ting Nong's..

The bell rang, Zia looked towards her friends. But everyone behaves as if nothing.

"Lo on no intention to open the door?" ask Zia hope they know if Zia is again a mager, aka lazy motion.

"Who's this house?" answer them together. Zia snorted then finally walked towards the door.

"Dimas Sack," Dimas stared at Zia from head to toe.

"That's why?" tanyanya flat.

Zia looked inside the house. "There's in his room. Just goin!" Zia gave a gap for Dimas to go inside.

Dimas just passed Zia. But after a few steps behind Zia, Dimas turned to face Zia who had already closed the door again.

"You don't have to be sexy. You don't wear clothes like that at all. Your flat feet are absolutely nothing to show off! Don't you feel ashamed of the same sexier?"

Tbc!

Happy reading my dear baby🤗