From : Z
I’m outside your house right now
;) xx
Buset cepet amat ni orang
nyampenya. I check all of my things wishing there’s nothing left. I go to downstair
to meet my grandma and grandad. I hugged them and kiss them on the cheek. It’s
8 am and maybe I’ll arrive in Oxford around 10 am. [ Nessa's outfit ]
“call me when you’re arrived” my
grandad walk me off to the door and I kiss him on the cheek and hugged him once
more.
“I promised” I pulled from the
hugged and smile
“I wish I could see your boy” He
said and look at the car across the road, waiting for me.
I smiled, “unfortunately, he’s
not my boy”
“alright, I gotta go, I’ll call
you later” I said
“take care of yourself” my
grandad said and I nodded. I walk to the Zayn’s car and he get out from the car
and stood in front of me.
“morning” he greeting me with a
cheeky smile
“good morning Mr. Malik” I
replied him and smile. “have a nice sleep?”
“really nice” he said and he looked
at me with a questioning look and raising his eyerows
“what?”
“no suitcase?” he asked
“no, I just bring my phone and
iPad when I came here” I answered him and we’re chuckled
“well, let’s go then!” he opened
the car’s door and let me in first.
We entered the car and I give the
driver the address of my flat and he
drives us there. There’s a long silence in the car. I look out the window and enjoying
the view out there. So classic.
“so, what major are you in?” Zayn
broke the silence
“International Relation” I said
and turn my head to him
“cool” he smiled. “how long
you’ve been studied in Oxford?”
“hmm ... maybe around 8 months”
“hmm .... so tell me about
yourself!” he said and look me in the eyes
I chuckled a little “what do you want to know about me then?”
“hmm ... everything that you want
to tell”
“well, my name is Vanessa Aulia
Preston, I was born in London but I ever lived in several different countries.
I’m half British – Indonesian ...” I told him
“are you Indonesian?” he cut me
off and I nodded. “hmm .. that’s why you have an unique accent” he added.
Actually my accent’s isn’t British nor American, but not Indonesian neither. I
have my own accent cause I lived in several countries that have different
accent. So I speak in my own accent. Not British, not American, not Indonesian,
but Vanessa’s. ;D
“you have a unique accent too” I
smiled and he chuckled
“yes we are!” he smiled.
“continue please”
I told him about myself and he
told me about himself. We have talked about each other almost 2 hours. There’s
a quite long traffic jam, so we can talked any longer.
“are you a model too?” He asked
me when we talked about our jobs.
“nah! I’m a student and freelance
drummer” I answered and give him my best smile. Trololol
“but you look like a model than
drummer!”
“you must be joking!” I laughed
“no I’m not. Seriously, you just
look like a model, your face, your body and your style. So gorgeous!”
I blushed . Zayn pinched my cheek
“you’re so cute when you blushes!” He smiled
“so please stop make me blushes”
I said to him as my cheek get redder
“no. I like to make you blushes!”
“here we are!!” the driver said,
interruped our conversation and we look out the window and we’ve arrived.
“well, lets go inside!” I said excitemently.
“thank you for drove me here!” I added and tapped on his shoulder
“us ...” Zayn corrected me
“yeah, us!” I chuckled.
We get out of the car and entered
the lobby. I smiled at the doorman who I’ve already known before, Mr. Damson.
“Morning Mr. Damson! Have a nice
day!” I said with a huge smile as I passed him
“Morning beautiful, have a nice
day too!” he winked at me and I chuckled. Zayn looking at me curiously.
“what was that?” Zayn asked as
we’re waiting for the elevator
“what?”
“the doorman”
“what’s wrong with the doorman?”
“he winked at you”
I laughed when he said that, “he
just like my dad, we know each other when I move here, he’s really good man” I
explained him as we entered the elevator
“hmm ... “
“why?” I said and raising my
eyebrow, I don’t know what is in his brain .
“nothing”
As the evelator opened, we walk
through the hallway and going to my room. My room is in 7th floor, number 323.
I turn the key and we enter to my flat.
“here we are!” I said cheerfully
and I let Zayn in first. I closed the door and put my bag on the couch and I
walk off to the kitchen. “What do you want to drink?” I asked Zayn. He’s
looking at my flat carefully and his
eyes like trying to find something.
“ whatever you have” he said and
walk to the window
“how about lemon tea?”
“sounds good!” he stood up in
front of the window and I’m in the kitchen. Like what I’ve said before, my flat
isn’t huge so it’s possible if I talk to someone from the kitchen.
I walk to the window to approach
him, “here” I handed him a glass of a lemon tea, and the other glass is for me.
He take the glass and drink it a
little, “tasted good!” he said and smiling
“I just brought it from the
market” I said and we’re chuckled in the same time.
“well, no drum?” he asked and
look at me and the view outside the window alternately.
“yeah. I haven’t buy the new one”
“So when was the last time you
playing drum?”
“a day ago!” I chuckled. “there’s
a set of drum in my grandad’s” I added and he nodded. There’s a silence at that
time. We’re just enjoying the view outside and the lemon tea in our hand.
“don’t you have something to do
today?” I broke the silence. “I mean, you must be so busy” I walk to the couch
and sat on it, Zayn followed behind me.
“I have two days off”
“how does it feel?” I asked him
and look him in the eyes.
“what?”
“being famous in young age” I
said carefully
“well, it’s fun but sometimes
it’s bored, we’re just normal lads with
a plenty of luck. We’re living in our dreams actually, so we’re trying to enjoy
it” he told and smiling. “but sometimes we got bored. We need more time to spend our time with our
friends and family, we missed the time when we’re just normal teenagers and no
one recognize us. But we never regret of what we’ve got today!”
I smiled at him, “there’s nothing
to regret if you can get what you’ve dream about. You live in everyone dream
of, thats cool!” I said and punched his shoulder slowly. He laughed a little
“yeah I know I’m cool!” he said
proudly
“whatever Malik!” I rolled my
eyes and he just chuckled. “Well, don’t
make your driver waiting too long” I added trying to change the subject.
“he’s get back to London”
“what?” I shocked a little. “how
you can get home then?”
“I can call him to pick me up!”
he said and smilling
“you’re wicked! The distance
between London and Oxford is about 52 miles, and it’ll take 2 hours”
“would you mind if I stay any
longer here?” he asked me with his puffy eyes
“hmm ... until when?” I rolled my
eyes and I heard Zayn chuckled
“until night maybe, I don’t
exactly know”
I sigh but I can’t pretend that
I’m happy because he’ll stay here any
longer, “fine”
“yeaaaah!” he said cheerfully.
“so, what are we going to do today?”
I look at my watch, 11 am. “what
do you want to do?”
“hmmm ... I don’t know”
We’re just sitting in couch, turn
on the TV and thinking of what we gonna do today.
“hmm ... how about drawing on my
wall?” I turn my head to Zayn who sit next to me.
“drawing on your wall? What wall?”
he frowning
“my room’s wall” I said happily.
“Come on I’ll show you!” I stand up and walk to my room, Zayn follow right
behind me.
I opened the door and we’re
entered the room. My room is contains of a bed, a wardrobe, a bathroom, a work
table and tiny grooming desk.
“what you want to do?” Zayn asked
with a confusing look
“look at the wall!” I pointed to
the wall behind my bed. “I heard that you’re good at drawing, so let’s drawing
in that wall.” I said and he smiled. “I’ll go get crayons and maybe markers” I
added and I leave Zayn in my room.
I find my
drawing tools in God knows where those are. I forget where I placed it. After
10 minutes, I finally found my drawing tools in my huge suitcase. I back to my
room and watched Zayn’s talking on the phone. I enter the room and put the
drawing tools in the desk which Zayn’s sitting next to. I walk off to kitchen
to find something to drink for the next an hours. I take an apple juice and
poured it to the teapot. I walk off to my room and Zayn seems look around to my
drawing tools.
“are these yours?” he asked and I
take a sit next to him
“yeah”
“do you like drawing?”
“not really, but sometimes I
loved to. It depends on my mood by the way” I said and smiling. “so let’s get
started” I stand up and Zayn look up for me.
“what will going to do?”
I sigh, “I told you before, we’re
going to drawing in that wall” I said and pointed the wall
“what will gonna draw on it then?”
“anything”
He stood up right in front of me.
My heart beats faster, he just gorgeous, handsome and no words can’t describe
of how he looks like. He held a red crayon and smiled at me.
“anything right?” he asked and I
nodded. “let’s get started!”
He walk off to
the wall behind my bed. I smiled and followed behind him. We draw anything we
want, I take the left side and Zayn take the middle to the right side. I like
drawing but I’m not an expert. Gue cuma bikin oretan gak jelas, gambar tangga
nada & kunci G, gambar monas gagal, nulis lyric lagu favorite gue, nulis
quote2 favorite gue dan saat ini gue sedang berusaha buat gambar tampang kecenya
Zac Efron, tapi malah jadinya kaya telor dadar, bulat dan tak berupa. I sigh
and turn my head to look at Zayn’s. He looks so serious, I don’t know what he
is drawing now, but he looks more gorgeous in this way. He’s bitting his lips
and keep drawing. Oh Gosh! That’s my favourite look of him, when he bits his
lip, just too cute and adorable.
“I’ll take a drink for us” I said
to him and he turn his head to my direction, he nodded and smiled.
I walk to the
kitchen and take the teapot in the fridge. I find something to eat because I’m
quite starving, but I found nothing. I haven’t go shopping for a week. I go
back to my room and find Zayn’s still drawing. I put the teapot and cups on the
desk and I sit in the chair behind my work table.
“I’m starving right now. Don’t you mind if I order some
pizza?” I said and look at to him. He turn his head at my direction and chuckled
“this is yours, you can do
anything you want right?” he still smiling and I nodded.
“you’re right” I said to him. How
can I be so fool, ini kan apartment gue jadi udah jelas dong gue bisa ngelakuin
apa aja sesuka gue. Kenapa juga gue harus minta izin dulu sama Zayn. Silly me!
-___-V
I pick up my
phone and diall the number to order pizza. I order Pizza Supersupreme with
cheeses on top, I ordered without asking what Zayn want to order. Udah cukup
gue bikin malu diri gue sendiri barusan. Lagian apapun yang gue pesan, pasti
nanti Zayn juga akan makan kok. I’m sure he’s starving as well, it’s already 1
p.m which means it’s lunch time.
I lay my body
in the bed, I look at Zayn and he’s still focused on what he draw. I scanning
of what he has been drawing. My eyes get wide as I see one of the pict what he
had been drawn. It’s a big heart and there’s a big acroynm of ZJM on it. I’m up
and walk off to approach him.
“what is it?” I’m pointing at the
pict [ Zayn's Pict ]. He chuckled and I frowned
“it’s a big heart and the acronym
of my name on it” He said proudly and smiling
“what is it for then?”
“what is it for?” he repeated my
question with a look. “I drew this one *pointing at the wall* to make you
always remembering me” he said and chuckled
“Oh my God!” I sigh and pushed
his shoulder with my fist, he laughed.
“ouch!” he smirked, reacted of
what I just did to him. “why you have to do that? That’s cool!” He laughed and
I walk to my bed and lay on top it.
“lu narsis banget sih Zayn. Pelis
deh!” I said from my bed and he turn his head to me.
“what?” he’s frowning. “can you
just speak English?”
“no I can’t!” I laughed. I
usually speak in mixed language. I speak English and Indonesian, so I love to
use both of it, but I realized that I’m in England now so I have to speak
English fully.
The door bell ringing, it must be
my pizza has coming. I’m up and walk to the door, I’m totally starving and I
can’t wait any longer for my pizza. I
opened the door and the pizza’s man show up.
“this is your pizza!” he said,
smiling and handed me the pizza. I give the money to him.
“thank you” I said and smiling
“you’re welcome” he said and walk
off to the hallway. I shut the door as he has leaved. I’m going back to my
room and Zayn is still with the crayon in his hand, drawing something. I sigh
but smiling. Gileee ini orang dari tadi gak beranjak dari tempatnya. Gue udah
bolak-balik berapa kali tapi dia masih aja berdiri disitu. Gue lirik gelasnya
juga masih kering, berati minuman yang gue bawa dikacangin dong sama dia.
Kasian. -____-
“Pizza time!” I said cheerfully
and he just turned his head and smiling, say nothing. I put the pizza in my bed
and I take a sit on it, give a space for Zayn. I looked at him, but he still on
his drawing. Bete! Tadi minuman gue yang dikacangin, sekarang gue yang
dikacangin. Ya ampun, lain kali gak akan gue kasih crayon lagi dah tu anak.
“Zayn!” I called him with a high
voice. He look at me a bit schocked but still say nothing.
“Can’t you just stop drawing and
sit here, eat the pizza!” I said and he chuckled. He move to my bed and sit in
front of me, so the pizza is in the middle. He pinched my cheek and smiling.
“you’re cute when you’re mad” he
said and take a slice of pizza and place it to his mouth
“I’m not mad!” I said to him and
he just nodded and smiling. I punched his shoulder as I saw his reaction. His
‘ouch’ is coming up from his mouth when he’s chewing. I giggle of his reaction.
“why you like to punched
everyone?”
“I didn’t punched everyone. I
just punched you!” I said and I take a slice of pizza
“then it’s mean I’m special right?”
he asked with a grin and winked
“you wish Malik!” I throw a
tissue to him and we’re laughed.
-- to be continue --
sorry if I made mistakes
review please
with love,
Athe
xx
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