
The car door opened and a look of Union Desi emerged from behind the glass door of the car. He looked at me with a curious expression as Kak Gaffi stood on the edge of my bike.
"What's the matter Ndis?" Ask Uni Desi.
"Ga good talking on the street. At home it is more polite. Buruan. Uni has bought fast food, cold hunting" said Uni Desi while closing the car glass and leaving us both right in the complex...