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Third Man

Zhorif never expected that today would be his tertiary day. After unceremoniously hitting a foreign man in the face, his face was also beaten because the foreign man did not receive the harsh treatment of Zhorif.

"Sorry," Zhorif said, staring at the man called Arka.

Arka nodded her head while smiling faintly. "Gue didn't mean to make you misunderstand," he replied casually. The man stretched out his hand to get acquainted. "Arka," obviously.

"Zhorif," replied Zhorif.

The two are now sitting in the same car, which is none other than Zhorif's car.

Zhorif appeared to turn his head to find Zhara who seemed to run from a distance approaching his car. Zhara walked in through the doors of the two cars and looked at the two men who were sitting next to each other.

Arka turned her head to look at Zhara who had just finished her obstacle. "Udah?" tanyanya while holding a tingly laugh.

Zhara nodded casually as she rubbed her stomach slowly. "That's great, Mom! But, my ass is sore," he said, which suddenly made Arka's laughter sticking out instantly.

Zhorif shook his head while looking at Zhara in disbelief. The reason, just this time, he found a girl who spoke bluntly against the opposite sex.

Zhara looked at Zhorif with narrowed eyes before advancing her face towards Zhorif who was then turning towards her from the steering chair. "Bibir Mas is bleeding." - softened with furrowed eyebrows.

Zhorif stopped his breathing and looked at Zhara who was now so close to him. The man touched the wound on the tip of his lips and grimaced a little.

"It's all because of Mas Arka!" Zhara hit Arka's back suddenly which made the man reflexively try to distance himself.

"Kok, you're even wrong Mas? You didn't see who first attacked?!" sahut Arka did not accept while grimacing to feel the spicy taste on his back.

"Mas Zhorif, am sorry!" reply Zhara while glancing towards Zhorif for a moment.

Arka rounded her eyes looking surprised. "Do you know where he apologized from?" tanyakanya.

Zhara laughed cynically. "Yes, you know! Zhorif is so different from Mas! He is very kind to me" said Zhara, bragging with a slightly raised chin.

"So, you mean, you mean evil?" reply Arka with a look of disbelief.

Zhara replied with a nod without thinking.

Arka sided while grieving not to accept. "Evil, evil gini, also you never like the same Mas," said Arka by slowing down his voice deliberately.

Zhara rounded her eyes, the look on her face turned frantic and unconsciously the fist on her hand moved itself to hit Arka's head. "Everyone has been a philanderer, yes, Mas!" the upset.

"Stupid is very important you ever like the same!" sahut Arka seemed to reaffirm it deliberately to see Zhorif's expression.

Zhorif let out a huffed breath, his hand moving to reach into the cell phone he kept in his pants pocket. After getting the item, he rushes to send a message to Alesha, asking the woman to replace him who has a shift tonight on the grounds of driving Zhara home. Fortunately, Alesha did not ask much and immediately agreed.

"You want to go home with me?" zhorif's bargain forced Zhara to stop her fight with Arka which still continued.

"To your house," explained Zhorif who made Zhara have to swallow her disappointment. "If you don't want to"

"You, kok!" cut Zhara fast.

The girl got out of the car and shuffled to the front seat after pulling Arka to get out of Zhorif's car. "Bye, Mas! I hope we don't see you again!" Zhara waved her hand towards Arka from the glass she had accidentally opened.

Zhorif's car was finally able to walk back down the crowd of the Jakarta City highway. After a long walk, the car was forced to stop at a pharmacy located across the street due to the coercion of Zhara. "Please wait here, yes," he ordered before he drove off to enter the pharmacy.

Zhorif could only stare at Zhara's back which started to drift away. The man rubbed his chest, feeling relieved that he had asked Alesha for help to finish his work.

Shortly after, Zhara returned with a plastic bag in her hand. The girl got back in the car and turned on the inside lights. He tore off a package that turned out to contain an alcoholic tissue. Zhara brought her body closer to Zhorif who was leaning on the chair. When the tissue almost stuck to the man's wound, Zhorif held Zhara's wrist involuntarily. "I can do it myself" he refused.

Zhara shook her head while releasing Zhorif's hand which tried to block her movement. In the end, Zhorif could only stand still and let the girl clean her wound and smear it with an ointment. The man's body stiffened as Zhara did the unexpected, blowing the wound carefully and painstakingly.

I don't know what's in Zhorif right now. Her eyes did not stop staring at Zhara's lips that were slightly twitching from blowing her wound. His mind began to point and focus on that thing that looked moist and chewy.

"Udah, Mas!"

Zhorif decided his gaze in surprise. The man nodded his head in return and rushed back to run the car to keep himself busy.

When they made it to the fence of Zhara's house. Zhorif was again beset by trouble because the girl did not seem to want to go home and instead embraced her own safety belt. "I want to come home," he whined.

Zhorif sighed, trying to be patient with the unstable teenager sitting next to him. "It's late, you better get inside quickly" he said in a soft tone. Ah ... it could be said that Zhorif was expelling Zhara in a subtle way.

Zhara pursed her lips looking annoyed. "Mas can't marry me now, can you? I don't want to separate from Mas...." Unfortunately, Zhorif's subtle ways do not seem to work against the girl's whining.

"Don't talk like a fool" Zhorif replied beginning to run out of patience.

"I'm sure I can, really, if I'm going to try!" sahut Zhara's.

"What effort?" reply Zhorif with lazy eyeballs.

"Pregnate me tonight!"

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Sorry, but the update is slow. Lately I like to forget the save and some parts in the part so erased and have to rewrite

Don't forget to keep your characters....

-Charlies_N - N