Chapter 5: Slowly Code

"Zi? How can you goin' here with Tapai Busuk together?" Naya narrowed her eyes, trying to find out the fact from Zia.

Instead of answering, Zia pulled her eyebrow. "You left me this morning, why?" she asked Naya back 

"Uhm, sorry, Zi. Earlier I was dying to pee." Naya argues.

"Huh ... I know ... you must have avoided yesterday's senior, right?" Zia held up Naya. "You don't know that I almost got hit by the senior who used excessive make up yesterday!"

Naya's pupils dilated. "Eh, how could it happened?!"

Zia shrugged her shoulders. “You, instead of accompanying me, you just left. Fortunately there are Eza near me and helped me, if he's not helping me, it's possible I would die of fleas this morning."

Plok. Plok. Plok.

"How super he is, it's a prince on a white horse who saves the princess every time the storm comes." Naya applauded dramatically. "Okay, back to topic. How can you and him go to the cafeteria together? "

"Yeaaaah ..." Zia stopped her words, made Naya wait for her answer.

"What, Zi?" Naya urged impatiently.

"I think someone is looking at you, Nay. If I'm in twelve o'clock, he's in seven o'clock."

Naya looked back, found yesterday's crowd of seniors. Just when Naya's gaze filled the seniors there, her gaze collided with yesterday's senior's eyes. "Oh my God, oh my God! God, please save me! Zi! You tricked me, huh!"

Zia laughed at the gesture of Naya, who hurriedly looked away. "Hahahah ... You often teased me, and now it's turn out that Naya is actually the one who is falling in love, hahahah ...."

"Ziiii!" Naya hissed in embarrassment. She still covered her face with her palms. "Is he still there?"

"He's gone."

Naya turned back, but again the senior figure was still there. “Ziii! Uh, it's so bad it's not funny you know!" Naya blushed because the senior had caught her eyes twice.

"Hahahah ... I'm serious now, there are no more seniors, hahahah ...." Zia still couldn't stop laughing.

Eza, who had just arrived with the tray filled with their orders, then asked, “What are you talking about? How come it seems so fun?"

Zia shook her head. "No, there's nothing that we talked about," she concluded as he took the kopyor ice that Eza handed him towards. "Thanks, by the way."

“Alrite. Ladies and their own privacy talk." Eza laughed.

"Sure, Sir. You don't have to know that." Zia continued, laughing too.

"Uh, you don't need to use any English, why? My TOEFL aren't pass yet!" Naya grumbled while sipping her orange ice, wanted both of them talk in Bahasa Indonesia.

"What are your study program, you ...."

"Naya." Realizing that Eza doesn't know his name, Naya says his own name. "I'm in chemistry study program."

Eza nodded his head. "So you will meet a lot of English literature, hm?"

Naya covered her ears. "Whatever! I can use google translate later!"

"She's really against English," explained Zia between laughter.

“Hahahah ... it's okay. Just talk, Nay. You'll be enjoying it." Eza gives tips.

... -toxic- ...

Today's second course ... contextual chemistry.

Even though Zia is a biology study program, they still need to learn the basic materials when they are in mathematics and science faculty, which is include physics, chemistry, and biology. Of the three subjects, for her only physics obliges them to do practicum so that Zia can breathe freely, she doesn't need to do practicum with a series of animals in biology or a series of substances that she doesn't understand in chemistry.

Eza came later, but the man immediately took a seat right next to Zia. "Hi," he said.

"Hi." Zia greeted Eza with a smile as usual. The scent of pears mix an fresh aquatic sensation with a hint of cinnamon at the end, filled Zia's sense of smell.

Eza is really good at choosing perfume scents to suit him. Zia can not look away made.

"Why you brakes at me like that?" Eza asked when he realized that Zia's face was still turning towards him.

"U-uh!" Zia hurriedly turned away. Again, her face turned red. Being near Eza is comfortable, but what's uncomfortable for Zia because her cheeks are flushed so easily. "S-sorry, I was suddenly sleepy." Zia made up excuses.

"Hahahah ... Zia, do you likes the sea?" asked Eza.

Zia immediately nodded hard. "Toooooo much like it!" she answered with a long vowel 'o'.

"Ah, I see, hahahah."

"You see ... What?" Zia was curious.

"It's okay." Eza is reluctant to answer Zia's question, how could he tell Zia that his perfume smells of the sea, a.k.a fresh aquatic?

"Eza you're annoyed," said Zia.

"It's okay, but the important things that I am handsome."

Zia is reluctant to turn around, reluctant to admit that Eza does have a handsome face. "No, it really lost to Lee Min Ho." Zia exclaimed.

"Ah, even though he already ahjussi, how could there are still so much girl loved him?"

"Eh, did Eza watched Lee Min Ho?"

"I didn't watch it, but I was bored seeing Lee Min Ho live on TV when I was young until now."

“Reza Mangkubumi. Zia Anastasya. Have you finished chatting?" Mrs. Farah's cold and distinctive voice made them both speechless. "If you want to chat, you can do it later. Your mother is still explaining the material. Is it bad if your mother has a sore throat but you still don't understand the material?"

Eza and Zia are still silent. "Since when did you come in, Za?" asked Zia in a hushed tone which was only answered by Eza 'don't know' sign.

The two of them laughed. How can they not be aware?

... -toxic- ...

"Zi, the data collection for your cellphone number." Gea, the head of Zia's class, handed me a paper containing a list of the cellphone numbers of the children in his class. "Make sure you are connected to WhatsApp application, because later we will just create a class group in WhatsApp."

Zia nodded. "Ok, Ge." Zia took the paper and immediately wrote down her data.

"Give it to Eza too. I think you guys are really close."

Gea's statement embarrassed Zia. "What the heck, isn't that short, really," he avoided.

“Hahahah, Zia, Zia. You know ... girls in this class talk about you, you know? They wished that they were the person Eza was defending at that time, hahah. Btw your hand is healed?" Gea reminded Zia of the sprain she had during the student orientation yesterday.

"Yes," replied Zia. "Thanks for asking."

“Nope. If it's already filled in, I'll just give it to Zahra, OK?" instructed Gea.

"Ok."

Gea immediately left, while Eza who just came back from the toilet looked at Zia. "After talking about what?" he asked.

“Phone number data. Make sure the phone number connected with WhatsApp application, right? Because we will create a class group on WhatsApp."

Eza nodded at Zia's explanation. He immediately filled in the data and immediately returned the paper to Zia. "You ... didn't ask for my WhatsApp number too?" asked Eza.

"Uhm, for what?" Zia's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeaaah ... for information? If you don't want to ask for my WhatsApp number, let me ask for your WhatsApp number." Eza handed his cellphone to Zia immediately.

Zia shook her head in surprise, but her fingers wrote fluently the WhatsAl number that she had memorized by heart. "Alright." Zia returned Eza's cellphone.

"Okay. I named it Zia Panda, right? "

"Why?"

"Because Zia's like a panda, really slow even though she has been received a code by someone."

Zia really didn't understand, while Eza walked away. What is the code did Eza throw at her?

-To be Continued-