Zeazlans
Prolegomenon

I don't want to fall in love not because I reject fate just that I judge the love of what's going on in my life

the Zea Ulya praisa

I'm Zea. Zea Ulya Praisa's. The simple girl who still sits in the High School. I'm an ordinary girl and only have ordinary intelligence and even an ordinary face. I have two younger brothers. One male and one female. They are my precious treasures that I have right now.

Do we have parents? Of course, we have. Only, our mother is dead and our father is remarried to a widow who has one daughter. She's Faira Natasya. She's my age even at school with me and Zeo, my little brother. At first after they got married, my mother and step-sister lived in my house and father. He was always kind to me and my sisters in front of my father. But behind his father he began to show his demonic face.

If only I was ordered or hurt it would not matter, but my smallest sister Zia was often their target. I'm not like the garlic in a fairy tale he could command and he trampled. My principle is that he is polite to me then I will be more polite but if he dares to step on, I also do not hesitate to do the same. Same with Zeo. My mother and half-sister would not dare to Zeo. They often looked in front of my sister. I want to scratch their faces when I talk to Zeo.

Until one day Zeo found Zia's arm bruised.

"Your hand why is this?" ask Zeo. By holding a soft bruise incision.

"No papa. Zia had just kept kesayat thorn," replied Zia. With a lethargic face, even sweat had drenched his temples.

"You don't lie! Or want Aduin brother with Zea yes!" zeo Threat. Zeo was very puffed up with Zia's face which was currently seen covering something up.

"Don't bang! Don't go to brother Ze!" Zia looked panicked.

I who heard my name called directly raised a voice.

"What's this about? How noisy?" my question then approached towards Zia.

My eyes bulged when I saw Xia's arm full of bruises. I pulled Zia's body closer, aligned my body with her small body.

"Why arm? How can gini hurt? Thorn is not gini Zia's former!" cold spoken.

Zia simply lowered her gaze. Even to make a sound, he did not dare. If this is the case, I know who caused the wound on Zia's arm.

"They again?" zeo asked in disbelief.

I looked at my little brother for a glance.

Short clucked.

"Then, who else?"

"Here you go, let's treat your wounds!" then I took Zia to the living room to treat her injuries.

Actually, something like this is not normal. In fact, events like this do not happen once or twice but are already frequent enough. But Zeo and I just kept quiet, we realized we couldn't fight that crazy woman.

We complained to Dad. However, my stepmother turned the facts upside down. It is we who are finally in the law.

"We can't just be quiet, brother,"

"They've been late!"

I know Zeo is very emotional right now. Which brother would not be angry if he saw his sister hurt. However I will not let Zeo rashly and act as he pleases which will eventually boomerang for him.

"Quiet Ze! We can't get angry at them. And recite that they did this to Zia. They're sneaky."

"I'll be home tonight anyway. So I don't want to just because we're rash to attack that grandma drop by so we're punished." I tried to calm Zeo down. And try to explain to him.

"So you mean we're just looking at Zia like this?" Zeo is the same. His emotions are still not soft. Seen from his sharp gaze and his hand that continues to be grasped.

"Gue has a plan" I said.

This made Zeo interested. He looked at me with a questionable look.

"Plan?"

"What plan?" tanyanya's confused.

"Zia go to the room first. Later sister susuk there, sister want to take the p3k box first in the kitchen."

Zia nodded obediently. Then walk to his room. After making sure Zia was really in the room then I approached Zeo.

"What plan?" ask Zeo again.

This time I saw Zeo's curious face.

"I whispered here" I said.

Without waiting for long, Zeo immediately brought his ears closer. I quickly told her my plan.

"What do you think of?" my many.

I stared at him fixedly, waiting for the answer from the lips of this ice cube man.

"Hmm, okay I agree." Zeo nodded, then smiled briefly. " When do we do this plan?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

"Tonight? Before dad gets home we should have already executed our plan," I said steadily. Replied by Zeo.

"It turns out lo pinter too, brother"

Whether it's a compliment or not. What was clear were the words that came out of Zeo's mouth. For the first time he said I was smart.

"Lo's healthy?"

"Health!" answer Zeo steady.

"Because of what's the virus you muji I pinter. The corona? Ordinary also ngehina mulu," my lips.

"Basar mbak Ropeah!! Praised instead of saying thank you instead pray for his sister corona," Zeo replied with a ketusnya.

"Gue is not a doain. I'm just her. It's weird, you're my muji. And this should be appreciated." I follow him with his spirit.

"Alay lo's. The chili-cabean cake," after saying that sentence. Zeo ran straight to his room.

"My kalok cabe lo what's bambank? Chili's sister? We're in blood****," I said not to accept Zeo's call saying that I'm chili-cabean.

"Bodo. The important thing is to continue our mission" he said with a blink of an eye.

"Astagfirullah,"

"Because of what wind is my sister?" askau.

"What's really corona, huh? Usually never does that either. Let alone flirtatious wear blinking all eyes," I grumbled.

"Hopefully it doesn't get worse" I can only hope.

Then I went to Zia's room with a p3k box to treat the bruises on her arm.

* * *

*The one thing that is the strongest energy to move a human being is love*

- Azlan Malik*

I'm Azlan, exactly Azlan Malik. Another fairly short name like most people out there. Just two words. But I believe this name will lead me to success.

The name Malik which he put down to me may have had its own intent. Inspired by the name of one of the guardian angels of hell. But that doesn't mean I want to go to hell. Surely not!! No one would want to enter the place if asked. Just inspired to open. means want to meet, right?.

Sometimes I wonder why my name is just two words. Unlike the billionaire children out there whose length exceeds the Amazon river even complicated more than the mood of girls who are pms. Yes, that is a fact.

I have a friend, his name is Grisham Delvino Graciou Pansel. Even to pick a good and fast call it confused me. Want to be called Grish or Gra is too complicated for me who is native to Indonesia. Not because I'm not good at English. But I don't think that name is a sentence but a call to someone. Finally I prefer to call him Vino, rather choose his middle name. Why don't I call him Pansel because I don't want to switch to a cell phone. It could be that I was eaten away by Mr. Vino who would like to change the name of his son.

Simply discussing Vino's name, I'll explain why my papa gave me this pretty simple name. If you think my name is only Azlan, and the word Malik is just the name of Papa who was derived from grandfather, namely Firman Malik. But two words. Yes at least that's a habit that happened for generations in my family to myself.

This is my answer when I asked about my name.

"Bah,"

"Yes, what's up?" the tan is soft while sipping his favorite black coffee.

"Why Azlan's name is only two words. Isn't that a longer name cooler?" my spoken.

Papa looked at me, smiling briefly. But that smile is meaningful in my opinion.

"Don't you like your name so?" tanyakanya.

"No pa. Azlan likes this name, just curious." Reply potluck.

"The answer is simple like your name is Lan. The first reason let's not be complicated is to call and the second reason so that you do not have a complicated test." Then he went back to drinking the black coffee.

I was silent to digest papa's words.

"Yes, yes, too,"

"Newly aware?" papa syndicate. I only give a snort without sin.

"Thank you to your father for not wanting to make things difficult for you."

"Thank you my dear papa."

Suddenly the middle-aged woman approached us. His face looks angry. What's the matter? I feel like there will be a thousand verses to come.

"Lan," call mama slowly. But I knew he was holding his voice back to keep being gentle.

"Yes, what's wrong?" I said try to stay calm.

"See this!!" he said then gave a two-striped test pack.

"Mommy's pregnant!!" my peek. I was honestly surprised and happy to see that.

Papa who heard my voice immediately looked at mama with a questionable look.

"May ma?" papa ensured.

"It is not pa. This isn't my mom's test pack."

"Continue having who dong?" many wonder. Because my mom brought that little blue thing. Yes, of course, with two red lines, indicating positive.

"It's Rani's, she's a crying Dateng here and keeps telling this to mama. He said this is your son Lan. You want to put the family to shame with people's children." Omel my mama.

I just stared at my mother's words. The reason for that was because I was completely unfamiliar with the name he mentioned. Yes there are too many women that I date but none that I have ever slept with. I only dated them for a certain reason. Not because I love them.

Wicked one!!. Yes I am evil. For playing women. A playboy? Evidently. That'sme. But even so I never ruined or took away the future from the girls I was dating. I realized I couldn't be with them. That's why I have no right to take it.

"Which farm is ma?" I'm still confused.

"Astagfirullah Azlan, how many Rani you sleep until you forget," said Mama quizzed hysterically.

"Oh Allah, I swear!! Azlan had never killed anyone's child. Just hold on."

"Keep why the girls cry here asking for your responsibility," mama again.

"Well, Azlan knows. Azlan's girlfriend has no name Rani mah." Obviously me again.

"His name if mama is not wrong Ang-Aggaraini just let's hurry mama said Rani,"

It is customary in this house to call people as they please. The important thing is quick and delicious to mention.

"That's Aini mah, anyways Azlan just dated her two hearts. Is it possible she could get pregnant within two days."

"What!! seriously??" ask mom directly.

"Yes, that's because he wants to kill himself if Azlan doesn't want to accept him" I added.

Because that is the fact. Aini cried in front of me Hanay wanted to ask me to be her lover. If I didn't want to he'd kill himself off the fourth floor of campus. Crazy woman indeed. But anyway, I can't bear it and can't possibly let that girl do such a crazy thing. And I finally accepted it.

"But how she said she was five months pregnant, Mama also saw her stomach was a bit bloated. Yes, my mother believed me."

"Maybe she's pregnant with a guy next time."

"Oh ma, Azlan Nerima he was just out of pity. Not because of love. Maybe he wanted to use it so Azlan would marry him. In my opinion, Azlan will break him."

"What if he wants to kill himself again?" ask your mom to worry about me.

"mmAzlan said he wanted the responsibility of another girl Azlan hamili, simple right."

Papa smiled briefly.

"A pretty good idea. But it's not good for our family's good name Kan." Her speech.

"Keep what else try the reward?"

"Putusin only, so men must be firm. He tried to lie to my mom. And the lying woman doesn't want to be Malik's daughter-in-law." Papa said firmly.

My smile expands.

"The idea is brilliant!!" morale say. Then ran to my room to launch my actions to decide on Aini as soon as possible.

I really don't love him. A right I always have to do when I'm dating. There was never any love in my relationship. All the women who approached me only wanted my property or just hitchhiking because they managed to get close to the campus owner's son.

I am actually lazy to respond to them. But I don't want to be arrogant. But because of that I have not found a genuine money woman loving me not because of my money or good looks.

I never gave my love to those women. I was only courting them because of some things that I found beneficial.

I'm not a pedophile who's gonna play a woman's body. I really appreciate them. I will never ask for their precious treasure and seize it even if they allow it willingly without coercion.

I wouldn't do that to a woman I don't love. Even I was thinking will I find the woman who really grabbed my heart later. One may never. Seeing all the women I met just wanted me with reason behind it.

Until I finally met the woman who looked at me with a different look. Not the gaze it wants to have but the gaze is cold and flat. A beautiful woman who never wanted to be called beautiful. A flat face that is able to make my heart beat above normal when I see it. The brown eyes that made me opiate to keep staring at him.

An ordinary girl, yet able to make my heart tremble when looking at her. Spicy mouth and an unpleasant look at me added to my interest in him.

That girl is Zea Praisa Ulya.

The girl who was able to make me fall in love at first sight.