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Chapter 8's

Chapter 8's

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"Za-Za-Za.in!" Call a student who approaches Zain to his desk.

Zain looked at the voice. Not saying, just looking at the person standing in front of him. Waiting for what the student will say.

"Eeemmmm..," The student hesitated a little. "Thank you for helping me make the school arrears go away." He said with sincerity and shame - shame.

The words of Riska made people near them whisper to each other.

Actually Riska was a little afraid to talk to Zain. Because little did he know the character of a Zain. For the past year, they have become classmates.

Yes, Zain was a transfer student a year ago.

Instantly next to Zahwa's eyebrows went up. Is that how good this guy is in front of him?

He got help, and now there's a girl who went straight, kept saying thank you for getting paid for school arrears.

Waoew... It's cool to have a social soul, Zahwa thought.

"It's not my money either. There is other money there too. So you can thank the other classmates." Zain said lightly, and turned back to eating it without regard for Riska.

"But Ryo said, most of it is from you." The Riska kog being ngeyel?

"Kh..." Zain clucking. "Just like that, right?" He said with a sharp gaze does not like if it is too long disturbed by affairs that he thinks are not important.

Immediately Riska became a whip of her guts. With his head bowed he went from Zain's side. Actually he was a little hoping to get closer to his helper angel. Because all this time he's been putting his heart on that handsome guy.

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Hours to school.

Tin tin tin

Zahwa was shocked. He turned to the big motor that stopped near him.

"Are you sure you want to ride a bike?" Zain asked with his handsome and cool face.

"Yes. I only have a bicycle." Answer Zahwa lightly.

"What time do you want to work? You think the cafe's only two meters?" Zain's Sarcas.

"And I can't leave my bike. My things are still in the room." Sahut Zahwa with a manyun mouth, sexy inner Zain.

Ih... Zain wanted to kiss. Uh...? Zain shook his head. Throwing his dirty thoughts at Zahwa.

"If so start work tomorrow. Today you take Lo's stuff bored to move to my roftoff cafe. I'll wait there." Not waiting for Zahwa's answer, Zain immediately drove the bike.

Without them knowing, they had become the center of attention of some students who were going home. No exception to the heavy fans Zain. And it caused envy and dislike from them because of the closeness of Zain and Zahwa.

****

Drrr... Drrr...

"Hem."

"I'm in front of SoZi cafe." Someone from across the phone.

"OKs. Wait." Wait." Click, connection disconnected.

Zain got up from his seat, then went out to the cafe next to his workshop.

Looks like Zahwa with a piece of his luggage. The intention of moving the child, he thought.

Zain walked up to Zahwa. He only focused on the girl's luggage. Wonder what, child goods cost why can this much?

Zahwa who understood Zain's mind could only grin a horse.

"I cooked by myself in kosan. So don't be surprised my stuff is a lot." Zahwa.

Zain was surprised, how do girls, bring this much stuff by riding a bike.

Yes it is not possible Zain, Zahwa bring this stuff just riding a doang bike.

After Zahwa arrived to be bored, he asked a neighbor who had a rickshaw to bring his goods.

"Lo lift to roftoff tuh goods - goods Lo. I just met my other employees." Decree Zain.

"Wouldn't you help me?" Great-granddaughter Zahwa with hands that have begun to reach for her luggage.

Actually Zahwa was a little reluctant to ask Zain for help to bring his goods. But what else. I am tired of going back and forth up and down stairs.

"Kc... Ngerepotin." Ketus Zain's. But he did not mind he grabbed some of Zahwa's goods to take him to the roftoff.

It didn't take long for them to clean up all Zahwa's stuff.

Now Zain began to introduce Zahwa to his three cafe employees. And informs Inah, that Zahwa will be his roommate later.

After the cafe business is over. Zain returned to the workshop to retrieve his motor keys. Because the queen and the princess at home were busy asking him to come home.

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"Eh...? It's a nice room." Mumbled when entering the room.

Looks like a girl he just met a few hours ago was sleeping fast.

Maybe Zahwa who cleaned this room, including goods - goods that did not have time to tidy up this morning, because he was asked to help the cafe chef to go to market in the morning to buy some kitchen cafe needs.

Not wanting to disturb this girl's sleep, Inah went straight to the bathroom and cleaned herself. And not so long ago he was done with the ritual.

Chequek...

The bathroom door is open.

"Astaghfirullah's..." A shocked mouth immediately stroked his chest. Fortunately, he had no history of heart disease.

"Mbak Inah why?" Zahwa asked as she squinted her eyes at the glare from the light.

"You don't getin' mbak, you know." His pat on Zahwa's shoulder as he approached. How not to be surprised? Inah sees the look of Zahwa with random hair - a lion-like scramble.

"Hehehe... Sorry." Zahwa cengengesan. "So overslept. Tired put the stuff away." Zahwa scratched his unscratchy head.

Inah gave her eyes. He just realized in the corner of the room there are several tools for cooking as well.

"You brought cookware too?" Ask Inah.

"Yes. When I cook myself. Let's save more on spending." Zahwa.

Inah nodded in understanding. Then he went to bed and laid himself there. He's tired. Cafes are crowded today.

"You're Zain's schoolmate?" Ask Inah, invite Zahwa to talk for a while. Zahwa nodded in response.

"Zain is not just handsome. But he's a good-natured man. Light hands to help people in their own way. Yep... Though sometimes nyebelin's the same cold attitude." He began to tell me about their boss.

"But that's one for the sultry chick - sultry with the little boss. A grown-up like this can shake his heart." Inah. Zahwa confirmed Inah's words just now.

That is Zain Malik. Cold outside, warm tspi inside. Until - until all his school friends always praise a Zain Malik.

"Mbak. I never thought I could get help from a guy. Even though school time never reprimanded. Let alone reprimand, papasan only a few days." Zahwa. "But he's just as dumb as anyone."

"Do you really understand the boss? You have a crush too, huh..? Hayo..." Goda Inah's.

"Ih... What the hell mbak." Elak Zahwa's. "I don't think I made love all this time. Too busy studying to find money." Zahwa breathed his tired breath.

Tired of this difficult life. But Zahwa didn't want to use a short way to live happily, as a friend at school did.

"Times?" Cibir Inah can't believe it.

"It's really." Zahwa pointed his middle and index fingers up. "Before the incident I hit his motorcycle from the back a week ago, I never had his name really - really called Zain Malik. Just often see from afar, continue to hear the story about Zain also from the chat of his fans. Maybe he never knew I was a school with him"

"Can that? Usually, Zain's rich guy is famous in school." Inah remembers the old guy who was a most wanted school. But unfortunately Inah never glimpsed tuh guy.

"My head was just learning and how to get extra money to continue education in college. I want to raise Drajat my parents are accommodated with my knowledge. So I'm trying to put aside the problem of men, what else is love." He stopped for a moment. " If my grades drop, my scholarship will be withdrawn. While my parents can only send money to eat doang. So I don't want my mind to focus on learning and work."

"Kog looks like your life's heavy?" Ask Inah.

"Yes, his name is also alive." Answer Zia lightly. He has been used to living since childhood since his birth parents died.

"Have you known Zain for a long time?" Now Zahwa is interviewing Inah.

"About two years." It glanced back to a few years ago. Zain helps her from terminal thugs when she first sets foot in Jakarta to complain.

Intentions want to find a job, but ill-fated all his valuables are robbed by terminal thugs. The sling bag containing the purse and the hp raip was taken away, all that was left was his clothes bag.

Fortunately, Zain was helping her at the time. Otherwise somehow his fate in this great city.

At that time the workshop and cafe has not been this crowded, because it was only a few months Zain pioneered his business at that time.

And now the place of Inah to scavenge this sustenance began to grow rapidly and crowded visitors.

The employees here are mostly people - people who Zain helped from hardship. Including Zahwa of course.

It turns out that the bad events of that time, when he hit Zain's bike, brought a blessing and luck to Zahwa.

Zahwa was lucky to get to know Zain firsthand. So he got a better job offer before.

Honestly, being a hawker turned out to have a considerable risk. He must be able to fight the thugs who always make the results of his hard work selling merchandise that is not how profitable.

Zahwa hopes that the workers here have noble hearts like their bosses. So there is no word of envy from each other.

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