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LANZO

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"Your bump is my opium!" It's like a martial arts that has its own meaning, just like you in my life. But soon I'll be meeting a comparable opponent to have you. Only by winning or losing. ~Dylanta Noz

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Chapter 1 - PROLOG

Dylanta Noz.

A handsome man with thick eyebrows, and when he is angry, just keep quiet with his eyebrows linked and draw out whoever makes him angry. Everyone is afraid that Dylan's attitude is like that, but there is one person who is not afraid of Dylan's gaze or good looks. She is Alzoya Morizta, a beautiful woman and has the ability to do martial arts, especially karate.

Zoya is an introvert, but she also often makes Dylan very upset because of her slapping and spicy nagging. Dylan and Zoya are classmates, they are neighbors too. But they rarely interact, given that Zoya is quite bad, making Dylan have to think twice again about approaching Zoya.

Almost every day, Zoya's screams were heard, followed by a punching bag that sounded quite loud from the front of Dylan's house. This makes Dylan quite annoyed, wanting to reprimand for fear of being hit by Zoya, if that happens then Dylan will certainly be in a coma in the hospital.

"Hi! Just daydreaming!" surprised someone broke Dylan's reverie. Dylan gave a long snort while eating the snack which now filled his mouth. Then Dylan asked one of his friends, "Azka, your task is finished yet?"

"Not yet, just a little more. Later in the afternoon I'll continue again," Azka replied while playing Dylan's guitar. However, Jordan put on a nosy face that made Dylan lower his eyebrows as if asking Jordan for an explanation.

"You definitely want to copy Azka's answer right? Honestly!" Jordan replied with a pony grin. However, Dylan ignored Jordan's words and was busy eating while watching television shows. The three of them are cool with their own world even though they are in the same room, namely Dylan's room.

"You are very lucky Dylan, you live freely without parents at home, I envy you." Said Azka while walking towards the balcony of Dylan's room which was quite spacious.

"Don't forget about Dylan's front neighbor, too!" Jordan said, who immediately got a throw pillow from Dylan. Again, Dylan was annoyed because his two friends talked about such a topic, Dylan didn't like.

"Stop telling me to date, you bitches." said Dylan, who held back his emotions to remain kind to his two friends.

Actually Dylan has never been in a relationship with anyone, but in the past he had a crush on a girl with brown hair, tall, white skin, and Hazel brown eyes. Unfortunately when the girl finds out that Dylan likes her, she keeps avoiding Dylan and that too makes Dylan so sad that he doesn't want to like someone anymore for fear that person will leave him again.

"Don't ask us to make the mirror too, watch out you!" Jordan said with a laugh because Jordan and Azka also don't have a boyfriend. Strange. However, Jordan and Azka already felt that the name was going out, even though it was only once and for them it was quite tiring.

"DYLAN!" Jordan shouted from the balcony of the room loudly, Dylan was startled by the screams of Jordan's call. Dylan immediately walked quickly to the balcony and asked Jordan what was going on.

Jordan gave Dylan a meaningful look, making Dylan wince at his confusion. Jordan's hand slowly pointed towards the front of Dylan's house, which showed a girl hitting the bag quite hard. Who else but Alzoya Morizta.

"He shot really well, I like it." says Azka who just came and looked at Zoya with sparkling eyes.

"If I were you, I would look at Zoya during practice like this. Very beautiful, right?" Jordan said while praising Zoya who was very beautiful and looked tough.

"Yes, that's right. I agree with Jordan." Azka replied.

Dylan snorted in annoyance that his two friends had started again, if he was still around them, Dylan could be sure his emotions would overflow. It looked even more terrifying than being hit by an earthquake.

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Sweat was streaming down Zoya's body, she had wiped her sweat several times with a small towel hanging from her neck.

"Zoya!" calling someone makes Zoya pause her activities for a moment. He caught his faltering breath and then returned the call screaming out of annoyance.

"What else?"

Shortly thereafter a man appeared in casual clothes carrying a glass of juice and a bowl of soup in his hands. "It has been called since earlier it turns out to be here. Aren't you tired Zoya?" he asked.

Zoya looks annoyed at her older brother, hands on her hips. Then Zoya replied spicy enough, "Relax. I'm training hard, don't bother me anymore. Enjoy your meal, I can't wait to see your bloated belly."

"Hey! You are rude to your own brother. Because I am kindhearted, I have forgiven you. I hope you do not forget what mother ordered you earlier," said Alzo to his younger sister patiently.

"What else?" Zoya asked incredulously.

"You forgot your obligation to deliver food to the front neighbor's house. Besides, he's your friend, right? What's the problem," said Alzo while sipping his drink.

"Why don't you? I'm busy," said Zoya.

"Zoya, that's a mandate. It must be guarded. Hurry up and get there!" Alzo ordered as he walked away leaving Zoya again.

Zoya grunts loudly and scolds herself. Before leaving, Zoya changes clothes first to be comfortable. And after that the relationship between Dylan and Zoya is a little familiar, especially if they are neighbors.

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Thank you guys! I hope you like it and don't forget to put in your library, because... Next part I have a surprise for you!! Thank you so much, love you :)

Babay!