Biggest Decision of Ziva
Chapter 9. Beautiful For Dating

After the funeral was over, Zivanya returned home. But when he had just arrived in the courtyard, he saw his father sitting on the porch of the house. His father's face was very grim and difficult to decipher. The girl immediately approached her father with anger that began to boil.

"Remain Daddy's here? Where have you been, Dad? Because of my father, my mother died. Bad dad!" His ziva is venting his anger. His heartache saw the death of his mother was so sad.

"Let's talk about you, Ziva!" snapped at the father.

But that didn't scare the girl. Although he still respected the man before him as his father, the door of his heart was closed to forgive his father.

"Why Dad? Do you still need money?" zivanya's cross with eyes that started to turn red. The girl cannot be angry. All this time his annoyance and anger only he overflowed with a cry.

"Yes, where? You have?" The look on his face did not look regretful at all.

His ziva was so fed up with his father because the one in the middle-aged man's brain was only money, money and money. The girl is getting suspicious.

"Tomorrow the money I'll give you. I hope Dad will immediately pay off the debt he said amounted to a hundred million," Ziva said staring cynically.

The father laughed and clapped his hands. "It's great ... Where's your money? Why is that sure?"

"Dad doesn't need to know where I get the money from" Ziva replied and then chose to go into the house to his room. Not to forget that the door to his room was deliberately locked. Remembering the time of Ashar prayers to arrive.

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After the Isya prayer, Ziva sat in front of the dressing table. She began to polish her face as pretty as possible. I don't know after the date what will happen to her. Ziva is willing to do anything to serve his parents. Especially now that only his father was left. As much as possible Ziva must know where the money his father has spent so that he can have as much debt as that.

Ziva came out of his room. He wore knee-length dresses, wedges and hair that were deliberately in the booth. Do not forget the small sling bag he sipped on his right shoulder. But he did not see his father there. Before leaving, Ziva looked at his parents' room. Slowly he opened the door, and indeed the father was not there. Sighing, Ziva closed the door again.

His phone suddenly rang, his Ziva immediately pulled the thing out of the bag.

"Arion," he muttered as he looked at the screen of the phone that was still on. He immediately answered it .

"Hallo?" greet Ziva while walking out of the house.

"His family, I'm in front of your house."

"Oh yeah, I'm on the porch. Wait a minute."

"okay."

After the phone connection was cut off, Zivanya locked the door of her house. When I opened the gate, it was true. There's a car parked there.

The glass window opened when Ziva had just closed the gate.

"The species!" call Arion.

The girl smiled.

"Come in!" pinta Arion and Ziva nodded.

Arion is so stunned by Ziva's performance tonight.

"You're beautiful," praised the man staring unblinkingly.

Ziva was embarrassed. "Thank you."

"Why indeed? Do I have to change clothes and wear school uniforms at night like this?" reply Zivanya glanced over while smiling knot.

"Not really," said Arion exhaling a long breath and facing forward. "Wear your seat belt. We'll be leaving soon" he said with his left hand ready to pass the gear and both legs in a position between the clutch and the gas.

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The car that Arion was driving had arrived at a five-star restaurant in the center of the metropolis. Where the restaurant was in one of the buildings that towered up to dozens of floors.

Both got out of the car. Arion immediately approached Ziva with one hand that he folded so that the girl could draping it there.

"Remove your hand" Arion's pinta slightly moved his hand. Then Zivanya oun realized and obeyed Arion's request.

They walked looking very harmonious. Maybe you don't know, they're lovers, so perfect. They went to one of the elevators there.

Being at such an adjacent distance with Arion, makes the Ziva's heartbeat erratic. To be honest the girl was happy, as was Arion. Even though their faith was different, just acting like that alone felt as if it was real.

On the tenth floor, the elevator stopped. Arion goes first and is followed by Ziva. The sound of music on the floor was already heard even vaguely.

"Arion, what do we want to go to? I didn't get the wrong costume, did I?" ziva's whisper is not far from Arion's ear.

"My schoolmate's birthday party. He is also a native of Indo ... You're not wrong costume, pretty," said Arion, praising the girl he was holding.

"Oh that .... " His ziva smiled and then sighed.

Before entering the room, two officers requested data from Arion. Then the man pulled out his phone and attached the screen containing the barcode image on his phone to the camera there. Once confirmed, both are allowed inside.

"I just found out that the birthday party of rich people like you is quite complicated, it turns out," Ziva said as they walked along the hallway to the entrance.

Arion just chuckled softly. "What kind of birthday party do you usually have?" ask the man.

His body shrugged both of his shoulders. "I rarely go to events like that. After all I myself have never been celebrated, most just for snacks just like the neighbors."

"If I celebrate how? You want?" arion's question made his Ziva flinch.

"Not kidding. I don't want to be like that Arion. Doesn't that birthday mean his age is reduced huh? So what is it celebrated for?" timpal Ziva.

Arion just laughed. Without feeling both arrived at a large door made of teak wood that looked very sturdy. Not only that, one of the men was sturdy, black, head plontos and wear black singlet tops and jeans plus boots. The man standing guard at the door seemed as strong as he could to open the door so that the muscles in his arms could be seen.

"Please" said the man after the door opened.

Ziva and Arion begin to enter the actual room.

The deg!

His Ziva's eyes were rounded for a moment. He did not expect what he was looking at right now. His body was fixated as if the coldness in the room was freezing.

"Arion, aren't we misplaced?"

Connect ....