Marrying the Virgin Widow (Senandung Dawn)
Part 03's

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"Damn it, I'm pickled!!"

An upset dawn continues to curse itself, where it can be as bad as the hunger that hit. People should know, if not all men have matches for example he who does not smoke, but can not be blamed also because only Dawn was there at that time.

"How should I go?" he murmured while giving a glance.

If only the wallet certainly does not matter, but this follows with the phone. Not dear to the flat object but there are some important files and emails there considering he is a businessman.

The heavy breaths that Dawn carried out were as if a sign of how crowded his chest was at the moment. Intentions want to calm down he is actually faced with new problems. And not the Dawn of his name if he resigned before trying.

Dawn walked toward the parking lot not far from there, at least he had to make sure first before finally choosing to go home.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Yes, Mas. What's up, huh?" asked the parking attendant to get up from his seat.

"Hem, look, did you or someone else see a teenage boy from the front of the minimarket there? wearing a grey t-shirt and shorts?" ask Fajar, lucky he still remembered what the person was wearing.

Not accusing, it's just that this moment is very fitting because Dawn remembers very well if the two objects were nearby before the person came to ask for matches.

"Tanggunug teenagers wear Grey T-shirts and shorts?" re-question The parking attendant makes sure with a face look thinking hard. And Dawn immediately nodded her head right then and there, hoping that there would be a definite answer to what she was asking.

"Most The Ucil, just look at the market, Mas. Is it the same with him?" spill a Father while lighting his cigarette.

"Market debit? where are ya?" ask Dawn.

"Half an hour from here, Si Mas will be straight there will be a red light turn right, not far from it."

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you very much, excuse me," said Fajar, but not yet he stepped The parking attendant even approached.

"Pocketed mas? if it is not too important it is better to be sincere, the risk is big, Mas. At that market thugs plot," explained the parking lotman who was wrong explained.

Dawn just smiled, he made sure everything would be fine. It is not a matter of sincere unreserved just that something like this cannot be continuously allowed. If the rich don't seem like it might be a problem, then what if the person in the pickpocket is a middle-down person who may be the only mobile phone and the money in the wallet is the only property that remains, is not it difficult to be sincere?

"So calm down, I'm saying good."

Dawn then returned to the parking area minimarket to pick up his car, he then rushed to the market according to the instructions of the father just now. How will it finally be clear he will go there first.

Because the road is quite jammed, be Dawn to the market almost forty minutes. He clapped his car in front of the closed shop.

Step by step, Fajar continued to walk until he finally found the figure he was looking for, the teenager whose responsibility he said was named Ucil was standing leaning against the wall of the public toilet.

It's not the type of thing to solve problems with emotion and violence.

"Bang!!!" The Ucil who was shocked by the figure in front of him certainly jumped immediately.

"Where is my wallet and my phone?"

"Loh, I know, I just want to borrow a match to Brother right?" Ucil certainly remember because it was an incident that was only a while ago.

"But neither of my possessions coincided with your departure either. Can you please give it to me now?" pinta Fajar with his hands in front of Si Ucil.

He who is still an amateur is certainly a little experience, which he knows his prey is rich and a lot of money without thinking whether the person has power or not.

The dawn that kept forcing finally made Si Ucil give up.

"But I'm scared, Bang. What if I am in a crack?" ask the Ucil which is indeed this is a difficult choice.

But, for some reason Fajar really wants the two objects back, but he can afford to buy it even better than just a stolen phone. For some cards in the wallet he would just ask the Bank to block everything, cash was not how much.

"You'll be safe, I can guarantee you'll take me to that person" Fajar said.

Ucil who has confessed also said that the two objects are no longer in his hands, but in the hands of someone he called the Boss. Everything that Ucil stole will be deposited and he only gets a few. Ucil will not want to accept because he guaranteed his safety if caught, but the risk will he get much more creepy if you dare to open your mouth.

"But, Bang."

"Then you show the person later, let me face it," said Fajar as if someone kept pulling him to act quickly.

"Boss isn't here, Bang. Abis I deposited him home," replied Si Ucil, somehow he seemed to be this honest.

"Good, hurry between me," pinta Fajar.

Although both of them were very suspicious, but no one dared to approach. Ucil finally drove the victim to the Boss' house as if he was sure that everything would be fine.

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Wh why? why is it as if someone is waiting for me?