Marrying Young Miss Kaya Raya
12

Fifteen minutes later, Alvin was in the park seat in the middle of the city. He returned to daydreaming. Alvin is really sad at the moment because of all the events he went through.

Life is cruel. Alvin felt that he was truly miserable. In addition to losing her love, she has lost her job. He has lost everything.

Alvin opened a can of drink that he had bought at one of the roadside shops. He drank his drink and took a slow breath. He was confused as to what he would do after this. He has no plan now. Brain's dead-end.

And after a long time of daydreaming of the bad luck that befell him. Alvin sighed for a while, then he got up and decided to go home. He felt very tired, both physically and in the mind.

Along the way, Alvin still can't even concentrate on the highway. He carried his vespa motor with a dreamy mind while thinking about all the problems that happened to him.

Is everything that happened pure his fault?

What caused the end of his relationship with Karina was also due to him alone. Her fault?

He had just lost his job because of his own mistakes.

Well, it seems that all the bad things that happened were indeed his fault.

Alvin now passed the crossroads without looking right and left, until without realizing it a car suddenly appeared and passed from the left direction of the road.

TINN!

TINN!

Alvin woke up because of the sound of the car clason.

"Gosh." cried Alvin.

Skiit!!

Alvin quickly braked his motorcycle, as well as the car that seemed to reduce the speed of his car and slammed the steering wheel in a safer direction.

The collision was finally avoided.

A middle-aged man was seen just getting off the car, just as Alvin removed the helmet on his head.

"Hey, young man. What are you doing?" the driver shouted at Alvin.

The middle-aged man must be a driver, visible from his clothes that were indeed wearing a black uniform that was usually worn by drivers.

"Why aren't you careful? I almost hit you earlier." exclaimed the driver again.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's my fault because I was carrying a vehicle with a dream!" Alvin explained.

"Geez, kid! You daydreaming? Listen young man, next time you have to be more careful. Not only you lose, but everyone else does."

"Thankfully you're okay. Otherwise my employer would-"

"How's uncle?" a girl from the car.

Alvin turned his gaze to the source of the voice. It seemed to be the master the driver was referring to. Alvin furrowed his brows. He could not see the girl's face because the window of his car was only half open.

But a few seconds later the woman lowered her car window and that was when Alvin could clearly see the girl's face.

Both of Alvin's eyes immediately rounded as he saw how beautiful the girl looked.

"Everything's okay, right, Uncle?" ask the girl again.

The driver approached the car to talk to the owner. "That-that, miss. This young man"

"Did our car hit it, uncle?" ask the beautiful woman.

The driver nodded quickly. "No miss. We avoided that."

"Goodoo. Then let's hurry up and leave now. I'm busy, I don't have much time" the girl ordered again.

"Well, miss." said the driver, obediently.

After that the driver hurriedly re-entered his car. They just left Alvin alone in that place.

Alvin who was still a little confused just stared at the departure of the car in silence, then he smiled.

"It's so pretty" she murmured.

"The girl's face was enough to make my bad day feel so much better. Ah, it's a pity that I can only see it at a glance." said Alvin then back put on his helmet. He got on his motorcycle and immediately drove him home.

The rain started to fall when Alvin arrived in his front yard. His body looked a little wet now. Covering his head with a helmet he ran up the porch of his house.

Alvin opened the main door and went straight into the house. He took off his wet jacket and directly threw it on the back of the sofa.

He came out of the room after previously taking a towel to dry his hair.

Sighing slowly, Alvin draped his towel around his neck. He then laid his body on the sofa in his living room.

"I'm tired." he muttered while staring sadly at the photo of his late parents displayed on the wall of his house. "When will good things come to me."

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