Rumput Tetangga A---- Part 1 A---- Zafira Sun A---- K... ★ Working & Safe

Zafira Sun—known to her 2.3 million followers as simply "Zee"—stared at the ceiling fan. It spun lazily, chopping the humid air into useless ribbons. For the seventh night in a row, sleep was a foreign country she could not get a visa to.

It was the kind of kiss that ruins breakfast for the rest of your life. The kind that rewires synapses. Zafira Sun, the woman who had written 800 pages about yearning, finally understood what yearning actually tasted like.

The doors slid open.

And then he kissed her.

"Bu Zafira," he nodded, his voice gravelly. RUMPUT TETANGGA a---- PART 1 a---- ZAFIRA SUN a---- K...

At 10:55 PM, she stood outside Unit 7B—Pak Ryan's second apartment, the one he told his wife was for "storage." She wore a black silk dress and nothing else. No underwear. No armor.

"You are the grass, Zafira," he said, and she felt his breath on her nape before she even saw him. "You just never realized it." What happened next was not gentle. It was not the romance novel she wrote. Zafira Sun—known to her 2

The culprit was the wall.