Miss Mia
A MISSION

After his encounter with Kyara at the cafe, Bian now increasingly intensely contacts Kyara.

Although just chatting or asking for news, Bian routinely does it every day.

Is Bian in love with Kyara?

Hohoho there is no word of falling in love in the dictionary of a Bian. Especially for a childish girl like Kyara.

If Bian is now so attentive to Kyara, none other than that for the sake of the rupiah coffers that Bian might get in a moment.

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Bian just got back from dropping off orders for customers.

Kyara, who was already sitting sweetly on one of the benches inside the restaurant, immediately waved at the newly arrived Bian.

Of course Bian was surprised, but Bian quickly approached the girl,

"Hi, tumben came here?" Sapa Bian chirping.

"I happened to be passing by here, so I'm stopping by, too" Kyara replied with a smile.

Bian was already sitting on the bench that was in front of Kyara.

"My work hours are not finished yet, so I can't keep you company any longer" Bian still made small talk.

Combating this girl through chat turned out to be easier than having to meet face to face like this.

Why did Bian suddenly become groggy like this?

Bian repeatedly had to take a deep breath to drive away his grooves.

"What time did you finish work? I can wait," Kyara said in a relaxed tone.

Seriously?

What this girl is crazy about the charm of Bian, until willing to come to Bian to this restaurant and will wait until Bian's working hours are finished.

Bian looked at the watch in his hand,

"Four o'clock in the afternoon is over, it's still two hours away. Aren't you gonna get bored?" Ask Bian worried.

Kyara shook her head quickly.

"Actually, I was here in a friend's car. But my friend went straight back because there was a need. So I can't go home, "Kyara's looking for an excuse.

What about a taxi?

Is this rich lady so spoiled that she doesn't dare to take a taxi?

Or does he not know how to ride the high-class public transport?

Ah, maybe Bian's feeling is right. Kyara is already crazy about him and is now looking for Bian.

All right, no problem. Bian is carrying the net here and Kyara is the fish.

Kyara had already gotten into Bian's net, so Bian stayed to make use of this innocent girl.

"Alright, if you insist on waiting for me. You can order food first, I'll buy it," Bian said a little arrogantly.

It's okay Bian's a little rich ass today. There are also many discounts at the restaurant. And Bian was sure, this rich lady would not eat too much.

Kyara smiled broadly,

"You serious? All right, thank you, Bian," said Kyara still with a big smile that adorned her face.

"I'll continue my work. Enjoy your meal, Kyara." Pamit Bian passed from before Kyara.

For whatever reason, Bian can't wait to see Kyara's expression when he has to piggyback Bian's butut bike when he comes home.

Maybe later Bian can pretend to tell Kyara that the bike is broken and broke down. And maybe the rich lady will immediately buy the latest Bian motor output.

Haha, uh,

Looks like Bian's starting to fantasize again.

Bian immediately snatched away several boxes of food that were ready to be delivered to hungry customers.

Bian won't waste any more time. The man immediately drove his motorbike and again struggled with traffic jams, vehicle smoke, and street dust that sometimes felt sore when entering the eye.

Time to work hard, Bian.

*****

The sun began to roll west. The light no longer stings.

Bian is done delivering the last order to his restaurant customers.

Bian glanced at his watch for a moment. Four o'clock ten minutes.

Bian walks into the resto, and still finds Kyara busy with a cell phone as well as a headset that is gagged in both ears.

Bian really did not expect, if the girl was still at home waiting for Bian to finish work.

Bian briefly went into a special room for employees to just wash their faces and replace the courier-style uniform with a regular T-shirt.

All right, Bian looks fresh now. Bian was ready to drive the rich lady home, and was ready to be a matre girlfriend for the rich lady.

"You bored?" Bian patted Kyara's back gently before sitting on the bench in front of Kyara.

"You done yet?" Instead of answering Bian's question, Kyara asked back.

Bian nodded quickly.

"Want me to take you home now?" Bian asked back into small talk.

Kyara looked at her watch for a moment,

"How about we go for a walk. Isn't it Saturday?" Cetus Kyara gave me an idea.

"As far as you are. I'm ready to drop you off. Wherever you are," replied Bian a little hesitating.

Is Bian going to be a kang ojek for this rich lady now?

All right, just take Bian!

It's all for a mission.

Mission dredge rupiah from two wealthy ladies who are brothers.

"good. Come on!" Kyara had gotten up from her seat, and walked out of the resto towards the parking lot.

Bian just tailed behind the rich lady.

"Where's your car?" Ask Kyara dingukan.

A car?

Is this rich lady mocking Bian now?

"Sorry, Kyara. But I don't have a car. I just have this butute motor." Bian pointed to an old model matic motor in faded red.

The same motorbike that Bian used to ride Miss Mia.

Why did Bian think of that director?

Just go! Just go!

You fucking miss director!

Kyara frowned,

"This old motor? Is this motor safe to ride? What if the tires come off fitting us again in the middle of the road?" Ask Kyara with a plain look.

The girl stared in horror at Bian's butut bike.

Lightly enough, the plain question from Kyara made Bian immediately laugh.

"This motor is safe, Kyara. It's just that sometimes strike in the middle of the road, especially during the rainy season. But this afternoon the weather is sunny, so you don't have to worry" Bian explained at length.

"How much does a new motor cost? Why not buy a better bike? This bike is not worth your cool face and appearance, Bi!" So is this a question or a compliment, or even a satire?

"About twenty million. I don't have that kind of money, Kya. You know for yourself, right. My job is just as a courier." Reply Bian with a melas tone.

Kyara only mangosteen as if to understand the condition of Bian.

"Well, let's buy a new bike for you!" Take Kyara while I clamp down on Bian's arm.

Whatisthis?

Is this rich lady joking?

Inviting to buy a new motorbike is like inviting to buy grilled corn.

Did he carry twenty million in his expensive bag?

"But, Kya," Bian still looked hesitant. Although inwardly Bian was already cheering happily now.

"But what, Bian? Only twenty million, right? I have that kind of money" Kyara said casually.

What did he say just now?

Only twenty million?

Does this girl have a money-leafed tree in her house that she can pick up at any time, so twenty million dollars is only worth a small amount to her.

Ohhh,

Bian would be rich if he were really dating this royal girl.

"Come, Bian!" Take Kyara once again. The girl walked to the side of the highway.

"We're going on foot?" Ask Bian pretending to be stupid.

"Of course not. We'll just take a taxi. I don't dare ride that ugly bike of yours. You'd better get rid of it as soon as I buy you a new one" Kyara said.

What say?

Throw away that old motor?

Although the bike looks old and ugly, but Bian can get some rupiah if you sell it.

So Bian won't just throw it away. Someone must have bought it.

Kyara and Bian had already boarded the taxi.

It did not take long and the taxi immediately rolled to the nearest motorcycle dealer.