CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Who Did Tega Do This?

Yoga had just taken a sip of coffee when he stopped by a roadside coffee shop. By then time had already shown half ten o'clock. His intention after stopping by the stall he wanted to go straight home because there are some books that must be learned at home. When suddenly less than fifty meters from where he was hanging out, there were several men who he thought were thugs, laughing and whistling, approaching a woman who was seen walking past them.

Initially Yoga did not care much, but when it was seen by him the woman was cornered even crying made her heart moved. With a slow step he approached. The five thugs he saw there. He doesn't want to be rash. It was not the one two thugs he would face, not to mention if they carried sharp weapons even though he himself mastered martial arts.

The closer the Yoga steps, the clearer the face of the poor woman. Yoga was aghast when he saw the woman who had somehow coincidentally met him, and in each of his meetings the woman always left an unpleasant impression. But right now it is in a state of fear.

" Please get your hands off that woman ...!" the voice of the Yoga baritone sounded firmly with clenched hands when he saw Natasha's body had drooped in the lap of one of the thugs' arms.

Some of the thugs turned their heads towards Yoga.

" Wuih .. anyone wants to disturb our pleasure, nih!" One of the gondrong-haired thugs sneered.

" Eh, boy ... You want to join us?!" ask the thick-bodied thug chiming in.

" Sorry, Bang. I'm not gonna bother you, but that chick's my friend, Bang." Yoga is done in a calm tone.

The gondrong-haired thug laughed. " If you call her a friend lo. I can also say that this is my bini girl," he said trivializing the Yoga confession. The thugs laughed at Yoga.

" Heh, kid. Lo handsome .. you can get this rich girl at any time. Well us?? Rarely nemu who is this, once in a lifetime is not necessarily .." said thugs who have tattoos on the neck.

" But I really know this girl, Bang. I know where he lives, I know where he works. Whose name he is, even his future fiancee I know, Bang!" Yoga mentions things related to Natasha that can be made evidence to convince the thugs.

" Halaah .. don't listen! Most of all he wants to fuck a girl alone" said the other thug.

" For God's sake, I don't have that intention, Bang! I know him, Bang. Her name is Natasha."

" What is the evidence that you know him? Just a bag he didn't bring, how can you prove??" ask the fat thug.

" Eh, but it's true, this chick wears a necklace written by Natasha." The thug who carried Natasha said when he saw the necklace that was circular at the neckline of Natasha's level was indeed engraved that name.

" Ah, I still can't believe it could have been a coincidence" said thug gondrong.

" So you can hold my ID or Student Card if you think I want to take advantage of my friend, Bang." Yoga hurriedly took out his wallet.in addition to the card, he also issued a hundred thousand bills as much as one million rupiah that he had just withdrawn from the ATM earlier this afternoon.

" What does this mean?" tanya the tattooed thug stared at the money sheet pictured with the proclamation hero Yoga offered.

" Take this as a substitute for your losses" said Yoga.

" Well, what??" ask the tattooed thug to glance at his friends.

" Please, let me bring my friend that, Bang. If the girl was the kinsman of all brothers, how would it feel to see her own family treated like this??"

" Yes, I love girls, I get a lot of money." The gondrong thugs immediately snatched the money from Yoga. " That girl's love to a boy!" his orders to the thug from earlier hockey held the fainted Natasha.

The thug then approaches Yoga and hands Natasha's weak body to Yoga. " Buruan bring this friend home. Don't meet any of our rich thugs on the street" he continued laughing.

" Kuy-lah, we revoke. quite able to make a drink," the gondrong thug orders while kissing the money given Yoga earlier.

Then Yoga directed his gaze to the weak figure who was in his embrace. The beautiful face of the woman looked pale.he had seen some traces of redness on the neck and shoulders of the woman. Torn clothes in some parts expose the beauty of the woman's body. Anyone the man who saw would definitely think like those thugs earlier.

Yoga is not not not aroused to see the beautiful body of Natasha, but seeing the condition of concern for the woman who always looks haughty it turns out to make her heart restless. Yoga clenched his teeth, his jaw hardened, a sudden sense of anger filled his heart and mind. Who would do something like this? that's what then appears in Yoga's head.

Yoga rushed back to where he put his motorbike in front of the coffee shop

" What's wrong?" ask some people who are hanging out in front of the shop.

" My friend seems to have a bad break" said Yoga. " Sir, you have wind oil, don't you? My friend fainted." Yoga asked the owner.

" A minute, Mom." The owner of the shop was. " Mommy, Mother .. There's a fainting person. Got wind oil, right??" the owner shouted to his wife. " Be brought in first his friend, Mas."

" Thank you, sir." Yoga immediately entered the inside of the stall.

" It's just here, Mom." The shop mother showed me a small-sized bale bed.

Yoga rested Natasha's body on top of that bale. Then took off his green jacket identity as an online motorcycle taxi driver to cover Natasha's body. Then he brought the wind oil closer to Natasha's nose. A while waiting for Natasha to finally blink her eyes.

" Don't ...!! Please let me go ...!! I don't want to, huhuuu ..." Natasha got up with her hand hitting the air while screaming hysterically.

" Neng, Istighfar, Neng. Istighfor ..." The shop owner's mother stroked Natasha's shoulder to calm the girl down.

" Huhuuu .. I'm afraid, Pa, Ma .. I'm afraid," said Natasha tightly hugging her own knee.

While Yoga was only stunned to find Natasha's fact that looked like a shock. It feels like he wants to make a calculation to the person who abused Natasha.

" It's best to take it home, Mom. Poor ..." said the shop owner's mother later.

Yoga nodded while taking his phone. " Sir, where is the position now?" tanya Yoga to Pak Teguh across the phone.

" GrogoI area, Ga. again carry passengers. Why, Ga?" ask Mr. Teguh.

" Oh, yeah, it's not, sir." Yoga finally breaks the call. Because at this time he only brought a motor matic finally he decided to look for Taxi Argo to bring Natasha. And leave the bike to the shop owner and promise to take it tomorrow.

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Author POV: Kang Ojol.. lope lope deh me to you😘.

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