MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 9
Zalfa felt his body squeezed, the room in the car suddenly narrow. For a moment he recovered his surprise by beristighfar. Then he took off the sealtbelt. Just as his hand touched the door handle, his window glass was pounded firmly from the outside. Zalfa's head turned around when he heard the cry from the glass next to him again. A fat grandfather with a chin decorated with a white beard shouted while glaring at the eyes of the roar.
“Come out!” snapped the grandfather while continuing to bang on the glass of the right car.
While from the left of an old father adds to the rowdy atmosphere by continuing to bang on the glass. None other than the owner of a BMW that hit a Zalfa car from behind.
“Out! Out!” exclaimed The half-coule-faced old man was impatient.
Rush Zalfa out of the car. It was quite difficult to pull out his legs that were squeezed by the dashboard. He even felt his ankles ache and pain.
Just as the door opened and his foot set on the asphalt, the old man with half a bule look pulled Zalfa's hand tightly until Zalfa's body was pulled out.
“See it!” The father pointed to his dented BMW. “Luckily I'm fine. If only my face had been crushed, or my breast bone was crushed, or even my neck was broken, then I would not forgive you.”
Zalfa replied, The white-bearded grandfather circled around Zalfa's car and approached Zalfa. He screamed loudly, “Hey, you saw my waist hurt because of you. Can you drive or not?”
Zalfa remembered the grandfather passing in front of him without looking to the left right first until the accident happened. Zalfa slammed the steering wheel to the right to avoid the grandfather from getting hit. Why is that grandfather angry now? Is it true that his car had nudged the grandfather's body? Even now Zalfa could see the wrinkled face of his grandfather trembling with anger.
“Sorry, gentlemen, this was an accident. And I wouldn't slam the steering wheel to the right if this Grandpa crossed the road properly. Grandfather suddenly appeared from the side when my car was nearby. To my surprise,” replied Zalfa trying to explain the actual incident while groaning to endure the pain in his ankle and thigh which increasingly made his body almost collapse. It hurts so much. His feet were shaking and holding all that.
“Where are your eyes, huh?” grandpa went back to snarling. It was as if he was dissatisfied with the anger he had been yelling since. “Don't expect you to get away from me! Blind base!”
“My waist hurts. Come on, get your money out for my treatment!”
“Shit!”
“Job!”
Alternately, the old man and grandfather cursed Zalfa. Then the two spoke in unison until there was nothing to listen to, Zalfa had no chance to speak. Money, only money will stop their anger. Maybe the cash in the bag is nothing. But at least Zalfa could hand the money over to the grandfather so he only had to deal with one person.
Zalfa turned around to grab the bag in the car. But his body felt spinning when the old man with half a bule look pulled Zalfa's arm and then landed a punch on Zalfa's face.
“Astaghfirullah..” shrewd Zalfa surprised, did not expect he got a blow from the hands of men.
“This is all because of you! Look, my car's wrecked. You know how long I've been raising money to buy it?” the old man glared.
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