It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
41. The flat tire thing

*Today the Author entered his hamlet Nesya first yaah .. nginap there, there is no signal. Author nolongin nengokin Nesya and Alan family first ... 😂😂😂 May today pass the contract. Do not forget to give support yes Brother all, who knows can accelerate to pass the contract and enter the banner entry Event Household Competition. Usually chapter 20 Author has passed the contract, this is 40, not yet 😭😭😭. Ngenes euy, no income .... Maybe sawer ads and tips can help 😂😂*

Today again there are funds lost even though the amount is not large, but this really affects everything if it continues to be left.

Rather than I keep guessing, I better install my secret CCTV immediately. No one will know that this doll-like display is a camera.

After that I immediately put Elena to sleep and perform Isha worship. Three courses for tomorrow. I looked at the time when it showed at one in the morning. Before going to bed, I went back to check the equipment and completeness of the work for tomorrow. I have to go to college in the morning, so I have to be careful before I rest myself.

*

*

*

The next day on campus I immediately used the lecture time as best I could. Trying to do my best, so that my time is not wasted. There is no such thing as hanging out because when the lecture is over I have to go home soon.

I also have no interest in taking part in campus activities. My activities are already very much, making me confused myself in dividing time.

When I got home, it was late afternoon. I immediately closed the shop and bathed Elena. After all the routine that is done repeatedly and rolling every time, deserted was hit again, I also opened the phone to check the performance of this object that I have purchased.

It was impossible to watch the entire twenty-four hour footage. Video I fastened the next day. I accelerated the movement of the video again until it looked suspicious movement.

At ten o'clock in the morning, where everyone was busy drying clothes, and ironing, there was a figure who came close to the drawer where the money for buying and selling transactions was stored.

"Oooh, so he?"

I also continued the activity of making tasks and other monotonous routines. Well, that's all I can do right now. I have to follow the scheduled time. If it's not scheduled, everything will be messed up.

The gully of the return day required me to the main activities as a student. College, while taking care of work, and caring for children has become a unity that I have arranged with epic.

After college, I immediately say goodbye to friends who disband after college. Aaah, it feels like I'd love to catch with my own hands when the perpetrator starts the action.

With a little run, I headed towards the parking area. However ... "Yeah, leaking?" Motorcycle wheels front kempes.

Haduuh, it looks like today's hand-catch operation plan will fail. I was forced to push the motor to find a workshop in order to increase the wind or patch this motorbike.

I'm still trying to push this bike out of the campus gate. Because in the campus area there is no additional wind services. The journey from the faculty to the gate was quite far. Sweat has been pouring out in all areas of my body.

I finally saw the gate, making me more excited in pushing this vehicle. "Patience .. patience! Fortunately, it was only a two-wheeled vehicle. What if you had to push a four-wheeler if you had given up on a two-wheeler?"

I kept encouraging myself, but unfortunately .. there was no workshop in sight. At the gate of the campus is only visible ATK equipment stores and photocopies. Understandably, students are in desperate need of these two services. One more, in this area is a gathering place for rice stalls, drinks, and others.

None of the workshops are tucked around here. So, where am I going? Do you turn left, or turn right?

Finally, closing my eyes, I decided to turn right. Hopefully there's a shop over here. Aaah, I haven't memorized this campus area. So don't know where the nearest workshop is.

thiiiins

The sound of the vehicle's horn surprised me. I looked back and it was Bang Alan. The door was open, but I chose to speed up the pace of pushing this bike.

"Dad! Deck!"

There was a voice of Bang Alan following my steps. Why is he here? Aaah, the mood is already bad because there is no workshop so it is getting destroyed because of seeing his face.

"Honey, where are you going?"

I stopped the step. That's not Bang Alan's voice. The standard of the bike I lowered and looked back. "Sir Aren?"

"Sttt!" The index is on his lips. I remember, she protested when she was called Aren by Kak Vina. However, it is also funny if he is called Aren .. sweet taste like directly attached to the tongue.

My eyes also moved towards someone who was behind this young lecturer, there still stood Bang Alan with both hands on his waist glancing at us sharply.

"Where are you going to push the motor like this?"

"From the workshop," I said, glancing back at Bang Alan.

"Here, let me push!" Mr. Arendra pulled out his handkerchief and wiped my sweat.

I glanced back at Bang Alan, and he seemed to be scratching his head and getting into his car. The sound of the vehicle was turned on and the car left us.

Mr. Arendra continued to press the handkerchief in an irregular direction. His eyes, continued to look towards the speed of Bang Alan's vehicle.

"Already, sir, stop! He's gone, no more drama." I pat her hand that pressed my lips with that handkerchief.

He gasped and rubbed the handkerchief all over my face. "Antikaaaan!" I pushed her hand that was already broken.

"Smile dooong! Ugly tauk!"

I widened my lips with bulging eyes and then encouraged Mr. Arendra to continue the journey to find a workshop. However, this strange lecturer held me back from shaking her hand.

"You're looking for a workshop?" tanyakanya. I nodded my head too.

"Why doesn't the engine start?"

"You said that you used to say that a flat tire like this should not be ridden, it will even damage the wheels" I explained.

"What weight can you make these motorcycle wheels damaged? If the road is bad, it may be destructive. But you saw it for yourself, right? Nice road like this you can still drive a deflated motorbike really."

"Awl? Time?"

Mr. Arendra also turned on this motorbike. "I'll take it to the workshop first! You can wait there!" He pointed to his car standing across the street.

"You guard! It's not locked!" Then he went out of nowhere.

I, who was still in a confused fashion, moved into the white car. The car is dead and all windows are closed. It's really sultry stuffy. I also chose to go back out, leaning on the door of this vehicle.

tiiiinn

Then a four-wheeled vehicle stopped right in front of Mr. Arendra's car. From the direction of the motorist's door, came out a woman wearing work clothes. Her face was quite familiar, and I tried to remember who that woman was.

"You? Why stand in Mr. Rendra's car?"

Well, now I remember. This woman is another faculty lecturer who came to Pak Arendra at that time.

"You? Why just shut up? You don't appreciate me, do you?"