Since You Married Me
Early Meeting

Zaya Diandra, that's the name on Zaya's identity card. He himself did not know for sure who actually gave the name to him. Mother, huh? Her dad? Or the caretaker who's been raising her all this time.

Zaya is indeed one of the residents of an orphanage located on the outskirts of town. Since childhood Zaya never knew who her biological parents were, because as far as Zaya could remember, she only had a memory of the orphanage. Never once could he remember what the faces of his parents looked like.

According to a story told by the caretaker, both of Zaya's parents died in a traffic accident, when Zaya was very young. Then because both of them have no family, finally one of the acquaintances of Zaya's parents handed little Zaya to the orphanage for care.

But to be honest, Zaya herself is somewhat dubious about the story, because on the other hand, her friends often ridicule her by saying that she is a child of illicit relationships that her own mother deliberately discarded out of embarrassment. Zaya who was initially curious about her origin finally chose not to bother and did not find out anymore. Because, he did not want to find another bad reality that could make it worse.

Zaya herself actually has a pretty sweet face. Her hair is black and bushy, her nose is tiny, and her lips are naturally reddish in color, which lipstick manufacturers will certainly not like. Not to mention his large and clear eyes, making him look more like a living mannequin. The only thing that made him often ridiculed about his body was his below average weight.

As a child, he was often used as a joke with the nickname 'Bone of Belang' or 'Lack of Eating Man'. Zaya did not reject the nickname, especially the second, because in reality Zaya was often short of food and was forced to endure hunger. It was Zaya who decided to learn to make money on her own when she entered high school. Starting from receiving washing and accompanying services, to peddling bread on Sundays or other holidays.

Often Zaya was exhausted from having no time to rest, but at least when the parlor was short of food supplies, she could buy herself food and no longer needed to hold back hunger as before.

Don't ask Zaya's performance at school. His mediocre brain coupled with his learning time that can be said to be absent, making Zaya's achievement in mastering the subject area very concerning. Not even infrequently school teacher Zaya caught the girl asleep in the classroom while the lesson was going on. This made Zaya often reprimanded and disliked among the teachers.

Zaya knows herself. He did not dream of a grandiose thing for his school, just never staying in class was already a fortune for him.

Zaya's situation lasted until he finished high school and continued to the upper middle level.

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That day, just like other holidays, when his classmates were busy with their respective holidays, Zaya was actually traveling around peddling his merchandise. Seventeen-year-old Zaya had two baskets of fully loaded bread in both hands.

His sweat poured out, but did not make his spirit recede to keep going. His thin legs run down the sidewalk, offering to anyone passing by to buy his wares. But it seems he is not too lucky, the article is almost noon, the bread of the merchandise is still not too much to sell.

Finally tired, Zaya chose to sit under a tree with her legs out. He drank the water he brought from the house to the toilet. And there was a sweat that had flooded his forehead with the back of his hand.

Zaya turned her face shut, hoping for a miracle to come and her wares would soon run out so she could return home with a little money. But suddenly a group of teenage boys came to Zaya. Sontak Zaya immediately stood up and grabbed both of her trading baskets.

"Woy, there's bread, here!" yell at one of those young men.

Zaya rolled her gaze in all directions, hoping to find help, but the streets around her were quiet. Apparently tired, Zaya had unwittingly entered the area of frequent crime.

"It just so happens that we haven't had lunch today, we're eating our bread" another young man said.

Zaya's face looked anxious, she did not want to lose anymore like before. A group of street children had made him several times to compensate for eating the bread of Zaya merchandise without giving money. Not because they have no money, but because of the actions of thugs who have been ingrained in these street children, so they prefer to plunder rather than buy.

"Come, wait a minute. Get bread!" The young men began to follow Zaya.

"Can't!!" Zaya shouted out loud.

"If you want bread, give money first!" yell Zaya again.

"Oh .. have dared to fight you now. Ask us to play rough, yeah!" the young man whose body was the biggest.

Zaya swallowed her saliva. Actually, he was afraid to face these street youths, especially if he was just a girl, alone as well. But his reluctance to return to loss made him inevitably have to fight. Even if viewed from the number, the resistance can certainly be in vain.

"You never pay. If you want to keep going like that, I'm losing, you know!" sergeant Zaya

The thick-bodied young man snickered. "That's your business," he sarcastically, followed by the laughter of other young men.

"She's funny too" one of the boys said in his laughter.

"Already, get the bread. Then you can go." The biggest young man pulled Zaya's basket.

Zaya did not stay silent. The holding of his basket, until the scene of the pull of the basket, until finally the two baskets were thrown up and the bread in it scattered.

Zaya hysterical. Simultaneously, a black luxury car stopped before them. Suddenly it made the street youths run away, trampling the bread of Zaya merchandise scattered on the ground.

Zaya was getting hysterical to see him. He picked up the poor bread as much as possible, although it was clear they were no longer worth selling.

While Zaya is busy with her breads, a young man in an office suit gets down from the car approaching Zaya.

"Miss is okay?" tanyakanya.

"Nobody got hurt?" ask the man again.

"No" Zaya replied briefly.

After he had finished picking up his bread and putting it back in the basket, Zaya stood up and was about to leave. But Zaya had not yet stepped up, suddenly he pecked when the passenger door of the luxury car in front of him opened, and saw someone coming out of there.

The figure of a young man clad in an old gray suit seemed to step up in great charisma and exuded such a powerful aura. His face was flawless, reminiscent of the illustrations of the faces of Ancient Greek Gods he had seen in the comics he had read. His body is tall with a very proportional body shape. Not to mention his delicate and clean facial skin, as if this figure before him had never been contaminated with any dirt.

Once again Zaya had trouble swallowing her saliva. He froze like a statue that could not move, forgetting if he wanted to go from there.

"Young master, I'm sorry you came out." The man who had previously approached Zaya, looked slightly bent.

"It's okay" replied the Greek God-faced man. Her voice was heavy, but it was very good to sound in Zaya's ears.

"What are you selling, miss?" ask her then to Zaya.

Sontak Zaya stuttered a little.

"Ro-bread, sir," he answered.

"Hm, can I buy it?" ask again.

"Yes?"

"That bread, I want to buy everything. Can, right?"

The question of the handsome man made Zaya slightly flabbergasted.

"But all this bread is no longer worth it, sir. I can't sell it" Zaya refused later.

The man slightly thinned his lips, almost resembling a smile.

"No problem. I'll give these breads to my pet fish" he said.

"So, how much are all your loaves worth, Miss?" ask again.

Zaya seemed somewhat doubtful, but then she counted her loaves.

"Everything is one hundred and twenty thousand, sir. But since these breads are broken, you can pay half of them" Zaya replied later.

"Can?" The beautiful man asked again while slightly raising one eyebrow.

"Yes," replied Zaya steadily.

"All right, then." The beautiful man then took out some banknotes from his wallet and handed them to Zaya. Zaya accepted it with a confused look.

"This ... this is too much, sir. I can't take it." Zaya gave the money back.

"That includes money to buy the basket, all of you" replied the handsome man as he passed.

"Eh?" Zaya was still confused when the other young man went by while carrying Zaya's bread with his basket.

The luxury car finally went from Zaya's presence, leaving Zaya still dumbstruck, trying to digest what she had just experienced.

Meanwhile, in a luxury car driving by, the young man sitting next to the driver's seat was still looking at the two broken bread baskets before him.

"Young master, do you really keep fish?" tanyanya.

"No" replied the young man.

"Then, these breads?"

"Throw away. Or do you want to put it in a museum? It's up to you."

The young man also held a smile. Behind the cold nature that his young master had always displayed, it was unexpected that he could see the other side of his master. The side that was unintentionally seen because it met the baker girl who was being bullied. From then on, the young man believed the baker girl was special.

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