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Zidan and his personality.

Zidan pratama is a fifth semester student at Gajah Mada University. His tall, sturdy and mature skin makes him not infrequently a wrestler for every woman.

Some of them who have been close, claimed not to bear with his strange and often fickle attitude. Sometimes like a spoiled woman, sometimes like a homosexual who thirsts for attention, behaving whining like a child or even tempramental.

The last option is what makes most women do not dare to linger close to him.

Zidan Pratama's. Have dissociative disorder, or can also be called dissociative identity disorder (DID).

Dissociative identity disorder, is a disorder that is being experienced by Zidan in recent years. In psychological terms, dissociative identity disorder is another personality, often referred to as multiple personality. When multiple personalities take over consciousness, the sufferer will become another person with a different name, age, gender, or trait. In fact, it does not rule out the patient feels himself an animal.

"Damn it!" Zidan cursed, making some people who were around glanced at him in surprise.

It was there that Zidan was, sitting on the campus garden chair, alone. His intention of waiting for someone he puffed up when one message had just come in and upset him.

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Aa Zidan, we'll see you next time, yeah. I busy.

Zidan growled softly as he squeezed his phone.

"He who meets, he who cancels."

After snorting, Zidan stood up, intending to leave. Innocent canned garbage he kicked, not knowing the direction.

Zidan walked, not knowing the purpose. His eyes see wherever he wants. A few steps later, his head ached when he saw two men sitting side by side, chatting and laughing together.

Either they are doing what, but immediately the pieces of his past are remembered again, making his head feel even more pain.

Zidan stopped, closed his eyes, crouched down while holding his head, occasionally squeezing his hair.

"Armgh!" Aspersion.

A second later, someone's hand held onto his shoulder, making Zidan's body instantly stiffen.

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Miko and Afif are now taking a leisurely walk, sweeping his gaze wherever they want. More precisely, they were walking in the Gajah Mada university area. Intend to conduct a survey of prospective universities that he will occupy until he holds a bachelor's degree later.

Miko frowned, patting Afif's shoulder that had not stopped staring at people who looked like dating.

"What the hell, Ko?"

Miko snorted, pointing at an object she saw with her chin. "Look, Jing!"

Afif according, looking. There was one man who was crouching like he was frustrated, not far from him. They looked at each other, a second later they spoke in unison. "Please!"

And in the next second, they ran up to him, then tried to touch his shoulder, making the person in front of him seem to stiffen.

"Eh-- relax! We just want to help," said Miko, smiling stiffly.

That guy looked. Yes, he's Zidan.

Zidan turned his head, silent for a moment while looking at Miko and Afif alternately.

Zidan smiled stiffly, nodding. A little nervous, he answered. "L-yes!"

"Stand up first" told Miko to help her stand up.

Zidan was transfixed, staring at Miko endlessly, until a sweet-looking smile now seemed to hypnotize her.

Zidan pecked, his mind whispering. 'Sweet!'

"Miko Gua and this cave tent, Afif."

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Zidan walked into his house with a happy look on his face. The wall clock in her house has now shown at five in the afternoon, making Liya silently pay attention when she sees her brother as sumringah now.

For whatever sake, Liya had never seen her brother this happy, inner.

"What's up, huh? Tumben?" Liya asked, while following Zidan with her small steps.

Yang was asked instead indifferently, continuing his steps towards his room without caring for Liya.

Liya was annoyed, her hand now planned to throw a punch on her brother's shoulder, whining. "Bang Zidan .. uh!"

The one hit stopped, staring flatly. "Zidan who?"

Liya stared at Zidan's back in disbelief. His eyes flickered, lamenting his stupidity.

"Bego, that must be another personality!' his monologue.

"Duh, bang Zidan next week don't forget yes, psychotherapy time!" Continued shouting.

"Let Liya anterin!" His murmur sounded anxious.

His anxiety instantly disappeared as a voice answered his scream just now.

Liya turned to the source of the voice, "huh?"

"Don't you still have to go to school?" He answered while opening the refrigerator, making Liya's eyes narrow.

Rouse suspiction.

"A day's vacation can be!" Answer's relaxed.

Ryan looked at the contents of the refrigerator, then took some food from there.

"Oh that?"

Liya nodded. A second later, he widened his eyes in disbelief, then shouted loudly. "SISTER RYAN, IT'S LIYA IH'S!"

Ryan laughed, feeling that he managed to fool his sister. He kept walking and passed after returning his sister's screams.

"Thank you, Deck!"