
Long Sunday night, the sentence should have been corrected. Long night for singles, for the double yes time after aja feel blinking.
Zea is still sitting cross-legged on the bed, befriending her dark lover who features her favorite online game as well as a few packs of her favorite snacks strewn across the blanket, anyway this girl's bed already looks like a slash that is flooded with garbage at this time. He clucked in annoyance as his notifications interfered and blocked the screen.
"Ck. What the heck." he shifted the incoming message from the captain Ankara, "very serious wiggle did not do," his hardship sneered. Whatever he said was never filtered.
Without any intention of replying, Zea did not heed the message. Another case with Zea, Sagara actually utilizes the night time of the week by opening each sacred text and reading it. Saga always remembered the words abba and his ashes at all times, at least set aside free time among his busyness in the military world to remember the Creator.
What a contrast between Zea and Sagara.
"Shadaqallahul Adzim..."
"Yahuuuu! I'm victory! Otewe is hosted by the e sport nusantara team is mah for the sea games ntar event!" he exclaimed happily while getting out of bed, leaving crumbs of spiced potato chips from his lap, no matter if now he was crowned as a dirty beautiful girl this year, want to be equated with rats, the same chicken, and, the same cockroach is also she doesn't care, the important thing is that she enjoys her life.
Zea threw her cell phone just in bed, rich people are free, want to be thrown on the tile of people, to the head of the important person there instead.
Feeling hungry, he finally came out of the room that was like a rat nest for dinner.
"Mihh! What do you eat the same?" ask her frequently, every time she will eat. Though mah just eat a ribet very, besides the menu every day is so if not abis. Mama Rieke is too dear if you have to cook every meal and change the menu, as long as it has not run out until the spices, he will not take food from the refrigerator and process it, that's tips to become rich, catet!
Mama who was in the middle room while reading the magazine turned her head briefly and then returned to her busyness, seeing mehong watches that were made by world-class sultans while similining diet cookies. His mushrooming cake business business business has been taken care of by an assistant, let alone try?! In addition to waiting for money to flow rich river water into the account.
"Just like rice." she replied briefly. Zea chuckled shaking her head, it was indeed her fault to ask. He should have missed the question so, what's this dinner side dish?
"Just the same time!" reply to open the food lid and look at one by one the menu on the dining table, which in fact he himself already knows the existence of vegetable soup ribs, potato cakes, crackers, sambal.
Zea circulated her gaze looking for something that was missing, it felt like the house felt spacious and not crowded, what was missing? Is the refrigerator for sale? He nodded, the refrigerator still there.
Or is the sins of the inhabitants of this house reduced? Comeon! He chuckled to himself with his crazy thoughts while scooping vegetables into a pile of rice on his plate. The body is small, but the portion of the meal is quite a lot to feed one village a month.
Uh! Mas Zico and his papa haven't come home yet, he just realized that.
"Mih, papi sama mas Zico hasn't come home yet? Any serious work? Or what other country?" he sat down beside his mother holding a jar of crackers and a dinner plate on it.
Mama put down her reading glasses, mama is actually still clear enough to just see the face of the model, but because the model is the prince of Brunei, he said so that more afdol see using glasses.
"Yet. Don't you know the issue of the country is rame now?" ask mama.
Zea's eyebrows began to frown, and Zea shook her head slowly, "lengue."
Mama sighed before starting to tell a story, "previously mami wanted to ask, captain Anka how?" ask mama Rieke. Long life once, just said now have been asked mama, fix! Mama Rieke's soul mate.
Zea shuddered his shoulders indifferently, "how are you." Zea began to feed the rice into her mouth.
"The captain of Ankara was the son of the papi, he was a dedicated officer, son of the danyon, still quite young..."
"Old man." Tukas Zea doesn't like it.
"Young enough for the size of a captain in the military, take care of you. He's a good son, Soleh...."
"Mommy again what kind of promotion? Buy one free one ngga" Zea chuckled discordantly, as if her sneer cut off her mother's speech that was a form of dislike.
Mama Rieke tiring and resigned, "dengerin first!" snarl.
"What the hell, Zea doesn't like! Please do not and do not need to discuss first captain Anka. Or Zea get out of here" he threatened.
Mama Rieke closed her eyes for a little while, "okay. But mommy asked me to consider."
"From tomorrow there are people from the police who come here and participate in your activities until an unspecified time." Seen the look of worried face of the mother saw the youngest daughter, while rubbing the face of chubby Zea who was chewing he stared full of bitterness and anxiety.
"Ze, papi work may look cool and hedon to some, but it's a crime risk too. At least the people who sit in the seat of government are quite risky and have great responsibility especially the position occupied by papi." Obviously mama on Zea.
"Maybe it's worth what the country gave us."
Zea was not a naive child, she understood very well what the mother said without having her mother explain at length times the height.
Mama pressed the television button of the curve screen as big as the screen in front of them and looked for a television channel that aired news on national television.
Until his thumb stopped on one of the channels that aired a news with a female news anchor in a soft voice.
"The illegal labor case that is now handled by the ministry brings with it the name of the mafia kingpin kidnapping minors and hu man traffi cking which is famous throughout the earth, earth, no kidding mafia cartel is reportedly dragging a number of names of state officials into the bribery hole."
The tired figure of his papa was shown there with a highlight of a camera lens that noticed every movement, maybe the coverage was recorded last afternoon, he said, because obviously papa is with the deputy and staff of the ministry in front of the ministry building where he is staying in clear weather.
"Sorry mami is the same papi yes, if while Ze's space is limited,"
"Keep Zea's departure for the competition from what school, mih?" asked Zea to put the jar of crackers that she had closed again, including her dinner plate on the table. Her appetite is gone already, see this case.
"Your mother again tried to talk to the school, let you be given a dispensation not to come," has not yet mama finished her remark Zea had called out to sewot, "NGGA CAN!"
"Zea team captain mih, how is Zea's business not coming!" her tone was quite high replying to Mama Rieke's gentle speech.
Disappointed, that was how Zea felt. Oh No! It's my dream! Mind blaring.
"It's Zea mih's dream, can go International, bring the name of earth earth in the International scene, make everyone proud!" he stood up, even now his position was higher than that of Mama Rieke.
"Mami know son, mami tau---but this is for your safety,"
Zea still does not accept, then whose fault can Zea stubborn like this? What may be wrong parenting patterns, or maybe mama and papa are too indulgent, once the path of fate is not as expected then he will be very rebellious and disappointed.
"Why the hell, papi should be a minister! The rule is to retire, take care of business! What the hell are you looking for?! Want to be repotin the same problem of society, after all the community also does not think we?! If it is wrong, blasphemed abis-out, he said not becus ngatur state! Some are corrupt one, others are affected, without knowing the struggle and sacrifice we are honestly rich!" Zea turned her body and took a big step towards her room.
"Dam!"
"Zee!"
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