Zeases

Meaning of a Friend

The sky has turned into light. The sunlight is shining its light. The hour hand that never tired around that number now shows the number 05.30. Zeasy, who had just opened her eyes and was sitting on the bed with a blanket wrapped around her feet.

Glancing her beautiful eyes at the alarm clock above the nightstand.

"Hufh, only six hours" he said. Sighs slowly. Then the girl threw a blanket around her legs, went down the bed and shuffled her steps towards the bathroom.

It didn't take long for Zeasy to get ready for school. White uniform attached to her slender body. Long jeans covered her legs. Not to forget his favorite black leather jacket he wrapped covering his white uniform. The hair he let loose. Although Zeasy looks tomboyish, but the charm of her beauty can make every man's eyes amazed.

"Non, breakfast first!" at the dinner table Bi May always prepares breakfast for Zeasy. Not much food is provided. There are only a few slices of bread, nutella and a glass of white milk.

"Where was Momi?" Zeasy sat in his own seat. His hand took bread, then he applied it with nutella. Why did Zeasy have to ask her parents? Isn't he used to it every morning like this? Filling the dining table alone. There is only Bi May who always accompany.

Zeasy looked at him. Suddenly the memories with Omanya cross Zeasy's mind. If time could stop, it would be like Zeasy to start again. Oma who has been away for a long time. I think Zeasy just wants to catch up with him.

Besides Bi May, it was Omanya who was always there for Zeasy.

The circle of crystals that had piled up at the end of his eyes, now escaped without being able to be held back again. Soon Zeasy rubbed it. Then the new bread he ate a little even half of it did not save Zeasy on the plate. Hand grabbing the glass containing white milk, Zeasy immediately finished the milk without waste.

Bi May could only sigh softly. Bi May wanted to hug the child she considered her own daughter. But Bi May knows that Zeasy doesn't like feeling pitied.

"Zeasy went, yes, Bi" the girl moved from her seat. Snatching a school bag in another seat. Not to forget also the key of the motor that he stored on the table near his plate.

"The hope is not finished, Nope?" Bi May followed Zeasy from behind as Zeasy started to step her foot toward the door.

"Udah, Bi" the girl replied as necessary. This morning, his mood was not good.

As Zeasy was about to get his motorcycle out of the garage, a car entered the gate of his house and stopped right in front of the mansion. Zeasy was flabbergasted, seeing her Mom coming out of the car.

"Mommy just got home?" ask Zeasy. The girl approached her Mom who was about to enter the house.

"Yes. Mommy slept at the office last night. Mami came home for a while to take clothes first" Islan who would step back stepped undo it again because of Zeasy's voice that sounded heavy.

"Keep Mami will go again?" zeasy asked with teary eyes.

"Zeas, Mami has to supervise the shoot"

"When do you have time for Zeasy?" Zeasy looked into Islan's eyes expectantly. I hope that Islan will give her time. Even if it was just eating with one table, or a small chat was also not a problem for Zeasy. As long as he can lean his head on the lap of the Mami.

"Zeas" this time Zeasy's speech was able to make Islan's heart full. Islan tried to call Zeasy. But the girl didn't bully him. Zeasy quickly put on a helmet and drove the bike fast.

Islan just stared, staring at Zeasy with nanar until the motor disappeared behind his sight.

Feeling tired, Islan again put his foot into the house. Bi May who became a spectator could only sigh slowly. Without any intention to interfere.

The trail motor travels at above average speeds. Tears now escaped falling down Zeasy's cheeks behind a closed helmet. Disappointed, empty, that's what Zeasy is feeling. He wanted to scream but his voice was stuck. Crying is not even possible. Zeasy is only able to harbor her feelings in her heart. Perhaps with the teardrops that soaked his cheeks was able to wipe away all of Zeasy's disappointment.

**

Orzy, Bisma and Davin who have arrived at the Internasiol School. Davin was sitting on the car. Orzy just stood up straight. And Bhishma is still sitting on his motorbike.

Davin told two of his friends that the trail biker was a woman.

"I swear, this time I'm not lying" Davin bent his finger into a V's hurup.

"Gue still doesn't believe the same, loe" Bhishma looked at Davin's eyes. It's like finding the truth in there. While Orzy only nodded affirming the words of Bisma.

"Oh, I haven't used a white peci. Loe doesn't believe me" Davin clucked at the end of his sentence.

"Loe's the quacker, Dav. Girls, a lot of who eat the same crocodile mouth loe it" Orzy chuckled amusedly.

"Submit. I don't care if you believe it or not." Davin moved from his seat. Take her foot to class.

"The style is temen loe, Bis" Orzy just shook her head slowly to see the cool style of a Davin. The right hand that draped the bag on his shoulder. And the left hand he put in his pants pocket.

Which woman tries who is not fascinated with Davin's style. Clara doesn't want Davin to decide. Clara herself knows that Davin is a playboy.

**

"Zeas don't be upset continue dong. I'm following this" Rosy rubbed Zaesy's shoulder.

Yes, since arriving at school, Zeasy told me again about her parents who did not come home to her best friend. Rosy can't do anything but give Zeasy strength.

"What the hell, Cy. I'm not upset. It's also normal, isn't it like this?" the smile that Zeasy forced Rosy not to worry about.

"Zeasy" Rosy hugged Zeasy. Putting power on the girl.

"Gue is always there, loe. Don't feel alone, yeah! Oia, you'll be home from school and tell Mommy to come to the boutique"

"Make what?" Zeasy scrunched her forehead.

"Don't know. Want to know you're the same guy" Zeasy hit Rosy's shoulder slowly. Rosy just laughed in response to the blow.

"Isshh, that guy you should look for. Loe's not doing well" Zeasy chuckled. The girl rolled her eyes puffed.

"Kaya loe who did it"

This is just a friend. Which is always there when it is difficult or happy. Not a friend who only exists when we are happy. Zeasy always thinks why have so many friends if loyalty and solidarity do not exist. One friend alone is more than enough, as long as it can be invited to share. Sharing sorrow and distress. If happiness is not to be said again.

TB

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