Love Syaza
Episode 3

The sound of an alarm on his phone shocked him from a beautiful dream. Syaza grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom. After he finished the morning prayer, he immediately put on his clothes. Her face was lightly rubbed with foundation and a bit of lip gloss on my natural red lips. Since then, she has been lazy to wear thick makeup like her female friends. It felt like a Chinese Opera performer when he was dressed like that. He brushed his hair short.

"Eh, it's been a little bit of my hair, I want to cut it again" she complained. The glasses on the dresser quickly picked her up.

Syaza sees Anita, his roommate, preparing breakfast. (The crafter once he makes breakfast, it's usually me who does all that. It must be something), Syaza said in his heart.

"Good morning, Nita! Dreams of doing all this. Right to right !" Syaza reprimanded Anita while helping her lift the dishes and glasses.

"Yesterday Kamil proposed to me, he said his family wanted to come to my family this weekend" Anita said in a cheerful tone.

"What ! Really ? Congratulations, Nita ! I'm happy for you. You are very diligent, apparently happy because your lover wants to come to propose," Syaza then hugged Anita. He was happy that his best friend was getting married. "Thank you, Syaz ! Let's have breakfast. I cooked this fried rice, but it's not like your cooking. But it's okay." Anita brought a dish containing fried rice to Syaza.

"This fried rice passed for people to eat. Very delicious ! But it's not just fried rice that you'll cook for Kamil later ?" Syaza teased as he stuffed the fried rice into his mouth.

"Oh, well you praise me, there is still time to mock again !" Anita sighed and pinched Syaza's arm.

Syaza laughed as he rubbed Anita's pinched arm. He got up and grabbed his bag and patted Anita on the shoulder.

"You want to be a good wife, to be diligent, sister! So, all of you wash my dishes and glasses too !" Before his friend replied, Syaza moved quickly out of their apartment. Anita smiled at the behavior of her best friend.

Syaza drives from the Mutiara Apartment area to his workplace in Ampang. The clock on his wrist was already showing at seven past fifty minutes in the morning. He hoped that he wouldn't be stuck in a traffic jam this morning. Although the Federal Highway has many branches, it will get stuck in the morning when rush hour like this. This was the fate of people like him who worked in the Klang Valley. After nearly an hour of being stuck in that traffic jam, Syaza finally arrived at Prima Holdings Company, where he made his living.

Finally, after exhaustion in the elevator, he and the rest of the staff arrived at the office. Syaza was surprised to see the man who spoke to Aliah earlier come into their office. (Who is he?)Shaza wondered in his heart.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Syaza reprimanded Aliah as he rushed to his desk. He wanted to make sure that the files were needed for discussion sessions between Mrs. Maznah and Mr Rahman at ten o'clock are done.

His hands open the schedule. Thank goodness today Mrs Maznah has a promise with Mr. Rahman only.

"Good morning, Shaz !" Daniel who stopped suddenly at his desk surprised him. He looked at the man with a cheerful face as he sang a little.

"Morning ! You look happy this morning, you won the jackpot, musta ?"

"You're niya, you like to call me musty, really bored !" He saw Daniel walking away with a serious face.

"Sorry, Daniel ! I'm kidding. Can you tell me why you look so happy this morning ?" He asked as he stood at the door of Daniel's room.

"Luckily my mood was good this morning, in fact, I met a pretty girl before I came here" Daniel cheered.

"Who is that poor girl ?" Tanya Syaza was being cynical. He knew Daniel had never been with all the women he knew. Temperamennha is like Najwan and Aliah who like to make collections.

"Didn't you love your mouth ? I'm a good man you know, all the women I know are just friends. Actually, I was waiting for someone, not knowing when I could recognize him," Daniel said as he checked the file in front of him. (Syaz, if only you could read my heart) he spoke to my heart. Somehow his heart was tied to this tomboy girl.