Biggest Decision of Ziva
Chapters 1. Bad News

His ziva set the standard motor and then took off his helmet. He just got home after school. Suddenly, she heard the sound of her mother crying from inside the house.

"What's up? How did you cry that?" he muttered while getting off the motor. He hurried by speeding up his steps so that he immediately entered the house to see the real situation.

Brak!

The door opened quite tightly to him. Until the two people who were sitting in the living room chair turned their heads together and the sound of crying suddenly stopped.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ziva with worry and curiosity.

"Waalaikumsalam," the two men replied. They were both Zivanya's parents.

Looking at their unsightly gazes, Ziva lowered his gaze then walked inside past them while saying, "Sorry Mother, Father."

"The species, wait!" the father's orders made him immediately stop the step, then turn around the body.

"What's the matter, Dad?" he then looked at the two people in front of him alternately.

"How much is your school savings? Here help me pay off the debt!"

Ziva must have been surprised. It's like he's being held by a thug in the street. Moreover, his father's face looks confused and angry.

"Debit?" His ziva furrowed his brows. "I guess all this time Dad didn't have any debts ... What is debt, Dad?" tanyanya.

Instead of getting an answer, Ziva actually got a sharp look from his father. While his mother lowered her face while crying softly, there sounded bitter and stifling.

"Say how much are your school savings? I need money!" The father's voice suddenly rose. The man was very emotional as well as confused, especially considering the debt he had so much.

"Well, that's my savings for graduation. Why did you ask? If it's taken now, what will I pay for?" His ziva is emotionally charged. How not? For almost three years he set aside his allowance to save. In fact, not infrequently Ziva had to hold his hunger because the allowance given by his mother was very mediocre.

The father increasingly did not accept and immediately moved from his seat and approached Zivaya.

Prat!

A slap successfully landed on his right cheek. The pain mixed with heat was felt by Ziva. He tried not to cry while holding his cheek.

"Why did you slap me?" he nodded with a trembling voice.

"That's because you defied Dad!" His ziva who got a snap at once his chest felt tight, his eyes began to turn red plus a clear liquid that managed to become teary.

"Sorry Dad, but it's my money. Almost three years I've been collecting the hard-earned money" Zivanya said, trying to keep hers.

"The pocket money I gave you was pretty big Ziva. Bemaned? Have you been having fun with rich kids all this time?" the cecar of the father. His heart felt sliced. Apparently his father did not know and did not understand him.

Ziva glanced at his mother who was still down. The hatred was so piercing from his eyes. Because all this time Ziva did not know about the finances of his parents like what.

"What do you think my school allowance is?" ask Ziva. But his eyes still refused to turn away from his mother.

"Fifty thousand, and the money I have given to your mother" replied the father. His mother immediately raised her face instantly.

"lik! That's not true!" Her mother's eyes were red because she was crying. She gave a look of hate to her husband. "You never gave me enough money. Even in one week, you only gave me five hundred thousand rupiah. You think managing money is easy?" His voice is rising.

"Don't talk to you, Gita!" snapped his father Ziva at the woman who was still sitting with her eyes full of courage.

"If you need money, just sell the motor I used to wear. Don't worry about the others ... " His ziva looked at his parents alternately.

"I'm more willing to sell my bike than see me fight," he concluded. His breathing roared, as the emotions felt by his Ziva were stifling his chest. He still endured his desire to cry.

The mother looked at Ziva and said, "Motor alone is not enough. Therefore, your father asked for your school savings for extra."

"What kind of debt did you owe me to ask for my school savings?" The question was immediately thrown by Ziva to his father.

"A hundred million rupiah" answered the father, making his eyes and mouth round together. The girl's body suddenly sagged.

"Astaghfirullah's. Why is that much, Dad? The business that you've been running isn't already starting to advance?" His ziva shook his head, feeling inexhaustible.

"Father tricked people, Ziva ... " The middle-aged-looking man sighed. The emotion that had just peaked, slowly muffled. His body went limp and sat back in the chair.

"Astaghfirullahal .... " The voice of Ziva is shaking. His body was also getting weak. The girl retreated backwards and leaned her body against the wall.

"How can I help pay off dad's debt? I haven't graduated school either. Is the house sold too? Where do you want to live later? What siblings of mom and dad would take us in? Grandpa is dead. His house was occupied by his sister's mother, especially the grandmother of the father. His house was about to collapse," Ziva's mind shrieked.

The girl could not help her crying. He immediately turned around and went to his room.

"The species! I'm not done talking!" shouted the father. But unfortunately his screams were not ignored by his daughter.

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Her name is Zivanya Larasati, a 17-year-old girl who was born into a simple, but well-off family.

While his father has just pioneered the car showroom business since Zivanya entered High School. Since that effort, the finances of both parents began to improve.

Plus the intelligence he has always scored in school. Of course, it makes the names of both parents more fragrant around the neighborhood where he lives.

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Arriving at the room, one of his Ziva classmates contacted him by phone. But as he needed time to vent his emotions, the call went unanswered.

Moments later, he was content to cry until his eyes were puffy and hot. Because he himself is confused, his motorbike and savings money alone will not be enough to pay off their debts. In addition, the house is also sold.

Ziva glanced at his phone. Suddenly the screen was on and there was a notification there. He grabbed it and opened the screen that had been locked.

[Glenka: Ziv, tomorrow night I'm going to a bokap boy's party. But if I go alone, I'm afraid. You're keeping me? Wanna?]

[Zivanya : What kind of party? Bokap you are all rich friends. I don't have any good clothes.]

[Glenka: You don't have to think about it. It's an important party, doi just went up in office. I'm scared at Rendy's omelin too. You know for yourself, Rendy's jealous of what?]

Ziva is silent. Tomorrow night is school holidays. Although previously Ziva always did not have time off because it had to be extracurricular. But now he is more relaxed because he will soon graduate.

"What do I have to answer? Even the condition of my parents is like this. Ah it feels so dizzy," muttered Ziva and then opened his veil. Before long, a message from Glenka appeared again.

[Glenka: How's Ziv? Please, would you?]

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