Obsession in Love

When the sun's disk begins to rise towards the horizon. The orange red tinge is now starting to reveal a beautiful light that adorns the morning sky. Singing birdsong broke the silence at dawn on Monday. The wind blew gently, blowing the fine hair that fell down to cover the smooth white face. A beautiful girl, standing on the balcony of her room. Gaze at the beauty of the dawn in the early morning.

Knock-knock!

"Za!"

A knock on the door and a call from someone snapped the girl out of her thoughts. Suddenly turned around, he headed for a magical object that was able to give access to the rest room.

Check!

Open door. The figure of a middle-aged woman was standing there. Snorting harshly, the woman could only shake her head at her youngest child.

"I think you're ready," said the woman. "Just take a shower yet," he continued.

Grinning like a horse. That's what Khanza Arisha did. "It's still early, Mom," he said casually.

"What morning, Zach?" mother scolded. "This is Jakarta. The most congested city in Indonesia. You know how much time it takes you to travel to school? It can take up to half an hour. not to mention you shower and eat. What time are you leaving?"

"Don't worry, Khanza can make sure you won't be a second late Ma." With a wink, the sweet girl passed the Mama just like that. Humming loudly, he entered the bathroom.

Karina Larasati could only shake her head at the behavior of the youngest. "Mommy's waiting at the dinner table!" he shouted.

"Ready Mom!" said the girl.

***

Khanza Arisha grew up as a nerdy girl. Often called a geeky girl by her schoolmates, she doesn't care about that. The important thing is that he is able to make his parents and two older brothers proud of his achievements. Isn't life about proof? then ignore the julid people talk.

Today is the first day of acceptance of new students. Stepping on the white and gray school. Now the little daughter of the Pamungkas family has grown into a teenager. .high school, the time when a love story will be engraved on teenagers in general, but Khanza himself doubts whether he, also feels the painting of love from the goddess of romance.

Love. One word full of thousands of meanings. Love is present unseen, and goes without having to be asked. .love can change everything, and love can also eliminate our common sense.

The girl who has a low status does not dare to play with a word called love. .because imagine a wound that will feel very painful to torture the soul, while it is difficult to find an antidote. However, who would have thought that love could come without having to be asked, and without the permission of the owner.

Finished braiding two long hair, he did not forget to take reading glasses in the drawer. Tucked two stalks on the ears, until the round glass was bright, perfectly covering the eyes. The last thing Khanza did was drape a sling bag over his slender body.

"It's finally over," he said.

Then out of the room, he stepped down the stairs. There was a boisterous sound from the family in the dining room, the girl immediately joined in to have breakfast.

"Morning Pa, Ma, Sis Sis, Zay," he greeted cheerfully.

"Morning dear," said the father.

"Morning beautiful sister," replied Sisi—the beloved sister-in-law.

"Sit down and have breakfast first Za," said the mother.

Khanza sat across from his brother who had been focused on the omelette, he didn't even answer the greeting from his youngest sister at all. Annoyed at being ignored, an ignorant idea arose from the poor girl. Rising to his feet, he reached for his sister's glass of chocolate milk. As soon as he could drink, he even emptied the contents of the glass.

"Khanza!" shrieked the sister. "Why do you have Big Brother drinking?" he scolded.

While Khanza smirked in pleasure. Putting down the glass, now he turned to ignore his brother who was getting burned with annoyance. Sitting back relaxed, the girl ate the omelette that Mama had made.

"Khanza! Are you?!" growled the brother.

"It's honey, I'll do it again later." The wife aka Khanza's favorite sister-in-law also calmed her husband.

"It's not like that, honey. He's very habitual of drinking mine," said Zay.

"Besides, he's old, he still drinks milk," teased the younger brother.

"It's up to you what you want to drink," Zay argued.

"All right," said the mother. "Are you guys? Every morning you have to fight, aren't you tired?"

"Mama's favorite child always makes a fuss." Zay squinted at Khanza.

"Eh, that's fine. Anyone who asks them to greet always doesn't answer," defended Khanza.

"Brother answered, Dek," replied Zay.

"No such thing?" Khanza debate. "Khanza didn't hear that."

"It's in the heart," said Zay casually.

"Uncle Zay!" Holding a tissue, the little girl threw it at her sister.

The mother and sister-in-law could only shake their heads. Tom and Jerry are always busy when they gather at home. See, Zay will not budge with his sister. The thirty-two-year-old man even threw another tissue at his brother. Al the results of the fuss they both.

"Uncle Zay!" shrieked Khanza as a lump of tissue hit his nose.

"What?!" Zay stuck out his tongue mockingly. And Khanza prepared to retaliate again.

"Ahem!"

If the middle-aged man named Damar raises his voice then silence will occur.

Khanza sat back down and remained silent. While Zay immediately corrected his tie. Finishing the bread on the plate, he grabbed the water to wet his throat.

"Let's go, it's getting late," said Papa.

"Okay Pa," said Zay. "Come on Za, finish your breakfast."

Khanza rolled his eyes. "Sis Zay first with Papa, Khanza can go alone."

Suddenly Zay's eyes flashed in horror. "What do you go with? Motorbike? Brother won't allow

"Ah Sis Zay. Let's hurry to school Sis."

"Eh-eh-eh! No!" Momy forbid.

"But Mom?" please khanza.

"We've only moved here a few months Za. You don't know the ins and outs of this city yet," added Sisi.

"There is google maps, Sis. Calm down, Khanza promises it won't be okay. Besides, Za can defend himself, Sis."

"No you can't. Anyway, Brother said you can't, you can't, Dek. What's wrong with that?" Come on, Zay is always overwhelmed with this stubborn little brother.

"Can you?" she seduced the eldest man in the house. "Khanza promise not to speed." Approaching the Papa, he clung to the arm of the breadwinner.

Taking a deep breath, Damar looked at the child. Commenting on a smile, he did not forget to stroke the top of his youngest child's head lovingly.

Khanza stuck his tongue out at Zay, his hopes on the high. If the Papa will allow it then all will not be able to prohibit it anymore.

"Pa," said the mother.

"Don't worry, Mama," said Papa gently. "Khanza can ride a motorbike, but—"

"Yes! Thank you Papa!" Khanza cheered.

Zay snorted harshly. The wife stroked her husband's shoulder. Meanwhile, the mother squinted at her husband.

"Hey wait!" said Damar. "Dad's not done talking yet."

"What Daddy?" Enthusiastic Khanza.

"You can ride a motorbike in two years."

"Yes!" Now it's Zay's turn to cheer.