(Who) I'm Without you
65. Apes

Dinda's head was already fixed to the back, his eyes had already caught a figure that dared to hit his shoulder quite gently but because of his burly hand, his, making Dinda's shoulders instantly feel heavy if the hand is left perched on his shoulders longer.

"Eh. a.. what's wrong, sir" said Dinda who was dumbstruck with the man who was nearby. As a result, Dinda hastily fix his seat because he wants to face directly with men who he himself is confused to be called by name only, or brother, or called sir but too young.

"Look at that" he pointed it at Dinda's car.

"That's my car sir, why is it with my car?" said Dinda innocently made his interlocutor fold his front hand chest and look at him sharply.

"I don't show the car, but the front pole of your car" he said firmly.

"God! I'm sorry, but I wasn't intentional. You see, I didn't see it there in the parking lot" said Dinda who regretted her careless behavior.

It could be parked right in front of the pole of the letter P which is given a cross which means that parking is prohibited.

But after remembering, usually Dinda also parked there. And I don't remember that sign. What's new in tegakin ya mast?

"Don't pretend you don't know. Where's KTP? Don't have it, right? Therefore, if you are a child, do not bring a vehicle. Kapok will be" said the police officer in his style. The handsome siiih, but his pretentiousness is you know, so he's good-looking.

Dinda reached into his wallet and looked for where his ID card was. He wants to prove to the police officer that he already has a ID card, let alone a ID card, SIM is there. Whatever he wants, there is. Duh, so nyolot dindanya.

"Have you Dek, HP's call for parents, right? My car, I brought it to the office. Later ask his parents to come to my office to take his car and sign a statement letter if minors are prohibited from carrying a vehicle and if proven to be in violation, if the, let our parents hold us accountable" he said in a tone that had softened but remained unsightly to hear.

"Can you be patient? I am not seeking a KTP, not HP. Sir, I am an adult, not a minor. I am a Bachelor Sir, a Law Scholar. Work at Aidil Khalid Alfarizi Law Firm S.H.,M.H. Duh, I'm clear, right? Still don't believe it?" growled Dinda while his hand still looking for where the ID card is. Because only small objects that become the validid-valid proof.

The police officer named Nanda was quietly listening patiently while occasionally he turned his body to look around. Maybe saturated also time yes waiting for a spoiled girl in front of him is nagging while grumpily looking for something that he was still doubting.

Soon enough, the important card that Dinda was looking for was finally found. With an expanding smile he showed off the card exactly 5 centi in front of Nanda's face.

Nanda nimbly snatched the card and put it in his wallet.

"Lho, sir that's mine. What do I need?" said Dinda whining while shaking Nanda's hand.

"Where do you choose? At the ticket or ID card is held for 2 days" said Nanda gave 2 choices that are easy enough for Dinda to make a choice.

"Yes, hold it. 2 days yes, means wednesday I picked it up. Where's dad's office?" ask Dinda who immediately put a reminder on her phone calendar. Because he was afraid to forget.

"Once again you call me Father, I extend the detention period of your ID card" said Nanda with a grinning smile that made her look more masculine.

"Call what? Nanda?" ask Dinda who made the cop grieve.

"Don't, I'm older than you. Not very polite anyway" he admitted to making Dinda all wrong then he stepped up to sit next to Dinda. Light weight yes, rich no burden. Know-how sitting sweet beside Dinda. Bummer nih man.

"Continue what? Brother?" ask Dinda again.

"Ck, brother brother. What am I selling. What's good about danger napa?" he then casually ordered 1 glass of cane ice to his merchant, ignoring Dinda who was still looking for a good call to hear.

After Nanda received his order of sugar cane ice, he glanced back at Dinda who was still engrossed in his thoughts.

"Nake?" said Dinda.

"Yes" said Nanda spontaneously because he thought Dinda asked the taste of the sugar cane ice. Though it wasn't that.

"Yes it's delicious if so" said Dinda relaxed and then sip the sugar cane ice that is already bland.

"meaning?" nanda asked back in her firm tone and folded her hands together in front of her chest. This made Dinda feel intimidated.

"So you said, ask to be called with a good call to hear. I keep asking, good? You answered yes. Yeah, well, that's a nice call, right?". Dinda's sentence just made Nanda's face go red. He thought this woman was a minor. Precisely now he himself feels he has been played by Dinda.

"You" said Nanda hanging and staring at Dinda sharply. He hinted that he was holding something in him.

Dinda was terrified to see the man in front of her would go berserk. Physically, Dinda has lost far. What if this absurd man challenges him to a jotos fight. Could die silly Dinda if serve him.

"Practice me to eat, I'm a lager" he said. No matter how tight the breath that Dinda breathes, know-how even ask in the food tract. Fucking weird.

If not for the ID card that was already in his hands, where would I practice this stupid police, Dinda wrote in her heart.

"Lah bengong. Woi" snapped again which made Dinda upset at times.

"You can't ngagging wai woi woi" Dinda protested against Nanda.

"Yes, yes, I want to eat what" said Dinda repet. Suddenly he also began to dare to speak in a high tone towards Nanda.

"Denger yes, I don't mean to morotin lo. But your mistakes are many" said Nanda who made Dinda put on a face wondering.

"First, you break the sign in the parking lot ban while you are a law scholar and work at a law firm. Your life is closely related to the name of the rules, but you yourself carelessly obey the rules" said Nanda with a smile expands as if what he said is the absolute truth about Dinda.

Argggggg, why should I see him anyway. Why aren't the police who are my countrymen. It's just as powerful as the police that does business gets easier. Say yes, tell me, uh don't. I am ashamed of the profession of hehehe, Dinda cerocos in her heart.

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Good evening epribadehh, do not forget to pray...

Forget to eat ga papa origin do not forget to pray.

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