I'm the One You're wasting
On Contract

"We've arrived!" Dina's voice made Witma who was depressed just shocked so that she grabbed Dina's hand so tightly. "Awh, sick!" He grimaced in pain because Witma was so forcefully clutching his hand.

"Sorry, Din. I'm shocked." Witma quickly took off the grip of her hand.

"What are you daydreaming about anyway, to the point that my melodious, rhythmic voice makes you so shocked?" dina asked with a voice that she made like imitating a child. He did this so that Witma felt comforted after that he made her shocked.

"No, I'm just worried, because why haven't Tami and Ojol arrived yet? They were in front of us." Witma got off the bike after that he walked a little to the edge of the highway. He wanted to make sure that the ojol was not the wrong way. "Didn't that ojol know this way?" Witma paced back and forth just like an iron on her face also looked more anxious when the drizzle began to hit her palm.

"Damar couldn't have gone the wrong way, because he's the kid here. It's possible that they stopped filling bottled gasoline on the side of the road" Dina said chiming in on Witma. "Better we go in, it looks like the drizzle will soon be raining." Dina carried Witma's suitcase by dragging her. "We wait for them inside, come on. Don't keep thinking bad about Damar I know what that kid is like" he continued.

"Alright, we'll just wait for them inside." Witma finally wanted to enter after a long time of thinking. He also did not forget to bring a bag that also contained some of his clothes there. "Oh yeah, there's something I want to ask you." Witma made Dina's move changeable. "Where do you know that ojol? Until so sure that he won't mess with Tami?"

"I knew him when I just set foot here, he was the one who had helped me when I was about to faint from hunger. My position at that time had no money because my bag was in the jambret but fortunately there was him when it just came home ngogjol." Dina sighed, she now became recalling the time where she had almost been harassed as well by the thugs. However, he did not tell me considering Witma is still taruma.

"A lot of people who passed by that time, only Damar who stopped and offered me a ride then therefore, why do I believe so much with the rancid boy that I already consider as the younger brother." Dina spoke at length hoping that Witma did not suspect or fear Damar and thought no-no. "I hope after hearing my story that you believed in Wit, that Damar's a good boy."

"Oh Allah, it is true that ojol is good. Sorry yes, because I was too suspicious of him," replied Witma, he now felt a little guilty for constantly suspecting Damar. "Then we go in, look around into this contract," Witma asked.

However, when they were about to step in suddenly the sound of the motor kelson makes them both shocked not play, to the point that they both hug each other while reading the istighfar in their minds.

"The room! We're surprised to know!" peekik Dina's.

Damar laughed when he heard Dina's voice. "Sorry, Brother Dina. I did it on purpose," slurried Damar.

"Less asem, watch out for you." Dina squeezed the suitcase she brought because she wanted to get to Damar.

Damar who felt Dina would grab her hair as usual if she managed to make Dina upset quickly told Tami to come down. And with a quick movement he came down after that run until there was a scene chasing each other.

Tami and Witma opened their mouths wide in shock, they did not expect Dina and Damar to be that close.

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"Tau nih, sister Dina. My hair's falling out because of the old snap." Damar answered while taking the bottle.

"Who told you to ngaggetin me, thought this heart is made of cement three wheels that are hardy what." Dina chimed in Damar. "Other times do not need to like that again, if until it happens your hair is slippery like prosoran that I make bald, do you want?"

"No yes, sister Dina. My good looks will diminish."

Witma could only shake her head as she said, "Already, you two make peace."

"We made peace earlier. Isn't that right, Damar?" Dina blinked one eye. "Jawab dong, later I curse you to stone because the wronged man's prayer quickly accepted." Dina then drank the bottled water.

"If the curse of the sister becomes real, I prefer to be a stone so that it is a little useful" said Damar maker Dina spitting out the drink earlier. "Oh my goodness, this face even in the spray where the smell of brother's jigong already tacky again."

In that instant Dina and Witma laughed back and forth when they heard Damar say the smell of jigong.

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Title: Woman One Night

Author/Signon: nana shin

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