Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 13

One year later~

Time is rolling so fast. It has been a year that Gandhi has been pursuing his new profession. At first many doubted his performance. However, as time went on, Gandhi demonstrated his leadership skills well. Much progress after he started leading.

In the afternoon after work, as usual Gandhi took a mini bus to drive him back home. He chose a seat in the back seat. Hugging the backpack in his lap. Even though the passengers were in contact, he actually enjoyed the crowd.

His eyes kept on leading out the door. His eyes caught a beautiful woman with straight hair and narrow-eyed was having a fight with a man by the side of the road.

His eyes continued to follow him, "As familiar?" He turned his head back. And rightly guessed, he saw a black bracelet that was coiled on the girl's arm, a bracelet that he had once knitted on a little girl in a red and white uniform. His eyes then widened perfectly, he knocked at the car door. "Sir! Left, Sir!" gandhi shouted, getting ready to go down.

Gandhi immediately put his left foot on the ground. Then keep both feet after the bus stops for a while and return to the gas.

It's a long way from Chaca at the moment. He quickened his pace when he saw Chaca who kept shouting while clasping a man's hand.

"Lo thinks I'm a girl, huh? Crazy you sure I check in. There's still brains, right? Don't you think the brain is lacking in tons." Chaca ruffled her waist while continuing to curse the man in front of her.

"It's only natural that we're going out" the elak guy grabbed Chaca's wrist.

Hearing that Chaca went up in black. Handbag with his left hand. So hard it hit the face of the man in front of him. To make the man scream in pain, touching his face. "Aw! You bar-bar chick," he retreated his steps.

"What's? Still want some more? Just dated me and asked for a macem. You fucking jerk!" maki Chaca with her bangs.

The man suddenly attacked Chaca, strangling her neck. The movement was so fast that Chaca did not have time to dodge. His hand continued to twitch about to resist, but his breathing began to choke.

Gandhi ran and immediately kicked the man's arm into the neck of Chaca. Chaca coughed as she bent her body, adjusting her wheezing breath.

"Who lo? Don't interfere!" furious with the man who has the status of Chaca's girlfriend. His steps were shifted by Gandhi's kick.

"You should not hurt women!" moan Gandhi put up the horses.

In his heart of worry. Because he did not master martial arts at all. Just styling in front of his opponent.

The man was astonished, seeing the mass, he panicked and immediately ran away. While Chaca is still with her acting tears. After all chasing after the man Chaca laughed out loud wiping away her fake tears.

"That's why don't macem me. Chaca fight!" he said he was proud of himself.

"Ow, so your name is Chaca?" gandhi stopped Chaca's laughter for a moment.

His body turned around, he only realized with his rescue man earlier. The two looked at each other. The girl's mouth was gaping, her body was sculpting, the world seemed to stop spinning.

"E-elo?" muttered Chaca stammered.

Gandhi simply pulled both corners of his lips, forming a smile. Chaca then hit Gandhi's body until staggered back. Fortunately, he has a good balance.

"Sister of the brownist, "call Chaca with tears.

Gandhi was still glued, his eyes slightly widened. His hands were hard to move. Mouth's open. Especially the rhythm of his heart. It was like running a marathon.

"Gue thought we'd never see each other again" he sobbed in Gandhi's arms.

Gandhi moved both of his hands. Brave to return Chaca's embrace. He gently stroked Chaca's head while widening his smile.

"Chaca, how are you?" Gandhi finally spoke after a long time.

Chaca took off her embrace. His eyes look red. Yet a beautiful smile was etched on her lips. "Sister of the brownie seller," Again that's all he mentioned.

To his surprise, Chaca was speechless. He closed his mouth, his legs pounding the ground he was walking on. Like a child excited to see a new toy.

"My name is Gandhi" said Gandhi, extending his hand to introduce himself.

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