Leaning Sweet Me
3.Gara Mini concert
Farrel drove a car through the streets this morning, then turned on his car tape looking for a favorite band that would accompany his trip this morning, this time Farrel chose his favorite band since the days of junior high school. As the music flared, Farrel hummed along with the voice of his favorite vocalist Richie. Five
minuted.
I'm tempted..
I'm tempted..
His shout followed the voice of the singer, his hands he moves according to the rhythm of the drum, not forgetting a little movement forward back his head. For a moment Farrel remembered his father's question at breakfast, making his heart a little uneasy.
Farrel shook his head.
"Ahk already later also I will be there but not for now, I still want to be free wkwkwk " Farrel monologue
Until the sound of the telf ringing disrupts his mini-concert.
" Cx is disturbing "
At a glance at his cellphone, want to know who dares to disturb his mini concert.
" Ahk, Alan fucking told you the most there, so bad "he muttered while inserting a phone that still rings behind his denim jacket until it stops by itself.
Continuing the concert that had stopped, his lips did not stop singing, re-moving his hands according to the sound of the drum and back to back up his head repeatedly.
Many times also ringing telf from his phone he ignored. A little annoying for the concert but did not change his decision.
And yes of course Farrel is very selfish, he will do whatever he wants to do, and will not do what he does not want to do. Like giving the caller a chance this time.
While on the other side there still did not give up until the owner of the phone answered him. Many times he called, but he did not pick up. Unyielding, his hand continued to dial the phone number, hoping that once the phone picked it up.
"Aakh " shit.
Farrel was roughing his head,
reached into his phone that he was hiding earlier, he was about to get out of there but fatefully slipped from his hands.
Uh.uh
"Ahk, even all the more mobile phones" he regretted.
Farrel looked down to find the location of the dropped phone, without letting go of his hand. A few seconds in fact, his gaze turned down the steering chair back again towards the road but a second it was lost already his control.
Tin..
Tin..
Bruck..
"Aaaahkk "
" Fuck it again "
After his consciousness re-assembled farrel saw a woman already sitting on the sidewalk, with a motorbike rolled in front of his car.
Farrel was about to open the car door and run to help the woman, but was stopped because the woman stepped quickly towards him, right behind the car glass, knocking on the door glass violently even nagging indistinctly.
Farrel could only see a startled expression mixed with the emotion clearly visible on the woman's face, watching her face, round eyes with her plump fur, her small pointy nose, and her, peach-colored thin lips that instantly pursed and took out mockery for himself.making him not blink one bit, Farrel smiled .
" I'm tempted" he murmured.
Hem.
Hem.
Farrel tested his voice and tidied his stirrings.
"It can't be seen bego, hem" he thought.
Finally Farrel got out of the car, he showed his flat face hiding a sense of panic, shock mixed with a sense of fascination.
His gaze was not let go of the woman. His voice was clenched and unable to say anything. Just an apology that he was able to say, until the mother's call that made the woman even more upset made Farrel even more anxious.
Seeing the woman glancing continuously at the circular watch on her tiny wrist, Farrel realized that, that chance would not be wasted.
"Have come my mom delivered, like her mom was going to be late to work, the bike let me take care of later, if I have finished I tell mom yaa ma'am "said with one breath.
Farrel smiled seeing the woman nodding her head in agreement.
Don't want to waste time Farrel immediately open the door, afraid that later changed his mind.
Soon Farrel drove his car after calling someone, and told the location he sent to bring the motor he hit to his subscription workshop.
Of course he called Alan, who else.
Farrel put his phone back in, walked to the steering wheel and immediately gas-fired. Do not forget to turn off the voice of the vocalist who still sounded his independence.
"Damn it's not necessary for me in matiin "Maybe so think the word tape his car.😂
While in one different place there is an upset, after many times calling his best friend even more upset. Because the person who had been contacted finally now finally contacted him as well, but instead gave a task that added to the burden only.
" Ak "
"****, the habits of the boy" he said.
"My work has been stacked because of him, now even more work "his annoyance while tidying up the files that look messy on his office desk.
" What a mess is he doing now "
Make sure everything is stacked into one pile and passed out of the room.
" Sir we will meet in 10 minutes" said Cintya, Arya's secretary and also the person who had been helping Alan.
" Cancel it, there is something I have to finish first "south then pass.
" But sir, this is a very important client "
" There's nothing more important than this"
" It's back to your place, I won't be back until noon "
Alan entered the elevator and left.
Alan, Aryan's confidant, a child he already considers family. For Alan, Farrel was everything. Everything Farrel wanted would be an absolute command for him.
Thinking Farrel was his own sister, all he would give if Farrel wanted to, even a life.
Growing up with Farrel since childhood, which made his dream come true, his dream was to have a younger brother.
His soul will be a protector for Farrel, no wonder the possessive man often gets reprimanded for always protecting Farrel when they were still sitting in school.
Will be the first to be ahead if it comes to Farrel.
Having lost a sister made him overprotective of Farrel, he did not want to feel the loss anymore.
Alan contacted his men to perform the task Farrel had ordered,
" What was it, he hit someone?"
he said to the female servant who was passing in front of him.
The waiter certainly did not understand what he was saying. But just nod instead of getting hotter. Thought it.
" Hem, do it right "
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Please be aware if the maaih is a mess, because I am still a very beginner.
Hope you like this piece.
Greetings Geje😚