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Puk!
Puk!
Disturbed by the clapping, Zoya wakes up from her dream. He saw a middle-aged lung woman in slightly dull clothes.
“Hoamm! What's up?” zoya asked in a typical sound of people waking up.
“Syutt! Young Madam, you must get up to prepare for all the needs of Young Master!” said the Aunt.
"Why have I been told? There's a lot of waiters here, guess what babu!?" inward Zoya, he thought after marrying Zevan then his life would be fine turned out to be just like living with his stepmother, full of torture.
“Yes already, I have to say what!?” asked Zoya in a voice that was still a little hoarse.
“Ready warm water, plain water for him to drink, suit, tie, shoes, shirt, pants and so on, Young Madam.” said the old aunt ended with a down, Zoya just nodded slowly.
Zoya is not a lazy girl, only since long ago she was always spoiled by her birth mother and Alfareado. But since her stepmother, she has always been tortured and treated like babu.
Zoya immediately makes warm water and takes clothes and water according to what Bibi ordered earlier.
For a moment, Zoya looked at Marcel's perfect face. Surely all women will be very infatuated with him but not with Zoya, his heart is still loyal to Zihan.
“Hufh! If only I had married her Al.” muttered Zoya.
“Who Al!?”
Zoya is shocked when Marcek suddenly opens his eyes and voice, so that Zoya's hand accidentally nudges a glass filled with water to spill onto the bed sheet.
“Bod*h girl!”
“M-sorry, Young Master. I was accidentally!” said Zoya, he did not dare to look into the eyes of Marcel who was as sharp as the eagle.
“Clean!” say it with a heavy voice and then go to the bathroom and take a towel.
A few minutes after her, Marcel came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist so that her sixpack belly was visible.
Cklek!
Zoya who had changed clothes in the next bathroom also opened the door of the room, she wore a brown sweater with orange mini skirt.
“Akhhh!”
When Zoya sees Marcel coming out of the bathroom using only a towel wrapped around her waist, Zoya closes her eyes and turns her back to Marcel.
“M-sorry, S-I accidentally, T-Young Master.” said Zoya, she immediately opened the doorknob.
“Where are you going!?” asked Marcel who still uses a towel on his waist, now the 22-year-old young man was holding the hand of Zoya who was on the doorknob.
“M-tiger school, Young Master!”
“Who allowed you!?”
"What kind of ridiculous question is that, who would allow you? At university fees, I pay myself kalee! Very song people, do you want to have a bod*h wife what!?" inner Zoya grumbled and cursed Marcel.
“Jawab, bod*h girl!”
“Papa allowed Me, Young Master. He said I should be a smart kid, and be able to be proud of him!” zoya Sahut.
“There is nothing to be proud of from a bod*h girl like you.”
For some reason, Zoya's heart aches when she hears Marcel's sari. But it was bod0h, it hurt more when he was cut off by Zihan.
Fortunately, when the wedding was over, Alfareado brought his favorite pink car which he named, pinkky. So he could leave in his car, he was lazy to use the luxury car belonging to the Marcel family just for school.
~oo0oo~
Worry, yes that is what Zoya is currently experiencing. Not worried about how to apologize to Xien and Jennie, but she worried about her life as if the world wanted her to be miserable.
Currently Zoya is tracing every aisle, a lot of gossip about her relationship and also Zihan from the useless mouths.
"Original! I want to sumpelin chili deh! Gatel really gosipin people's problems. This too, Xien and Jennie where the hell is it!?" inner Zoya while looking around after putting her backpack on her bench.
Zoya opts for basketball courtesy, a place that Xien used to go to because he was the head of the basketball team.
Justright. When she reached the middle of the green field, Zoya could clearly hear the screams of Xien fans as the girl put her ball into the basket.
Boom!
The girl with the black hair was just showing a flat expression when her ball managed to score, Xien who realized the existence of Zoya immediately stopped her game.
“Why?”
Xien is not a girl who likes to beat around the bush, she immediately asked why Zoya came here. Xien knows, there's a sense of guilt in Zoya's heart right now.
Zoya scratched her non-itchy nape, she chuckled for a moment. “G-gw would like to apologize, Xien! Thanks for the fact that Lo and Jennie have realized Gw semalem!”
Xien did not respond.
“Gw thought you wouldn't talk like that!”
It wasn't Xien who spoke. From behind, a brown haired girl with a pink shirt comes to Zoya and Xien.
“Jennie!?”
“Hai.”
“So .. You guys sorry I didn't!?” asked Zoya who had yet to get an answer, Xien and Jennie exchanged glances and smiled.
“We are sorry to Lo! Lo that's our best friend, Zoy!” said Xien who immediately embraced Zoya's body, followed by Jennie.
“About Zihan, it turns ..”
“Gw already knows, Jen! Did Fika make Zihan mutusin Gw? I know, only I don't want to break up our friendship just because of that!” Zoya's advice.
“Aelahh! Mature niee yee her thoughts!?” Jennie chatted while nudging Zoya's left arm made the girl almost toppled over.
“Gw sure you will find a much better soul mate than Zihan, Zoy!” shrill Jennie, Zoya stared fixedly at Jennie's brown eyes.
"Where's a better mate, Jen? I was fooled by the same people I don't know, the people are handsome but the cold is lohh! Issh is really good, and for sure I haven't been able to move on from Al!" Zoya's inner self, but she just nodded slowly as Jennie said that.
“Yuk enter the class, do not be horrified by unimportant babbling from the spicy mouths of neighbors!” jennie continued, embracing Zoya and Xien.
10:30 WIB
Currently the cafeteria is crowded, maybe because there was a basketball game between schools. Nusantara University won that match, and they were so happy.
Of course, the winner for the University of Nusantara is Xien Clooney, the best frontman in basketball at the University.
“Kyaa>
Xien and Jennie were just flat and indifferent expressions when the innocent pretentious girl came and immediately grabbed the embrace of Xien who was still wearing his basketball uniform.