MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 10'S
“There is no intentional element behind this incident. Even I have suffered more losses than that. But..” Zalfa could not continue his sentence when he saw the big old man's hand float and ready to land a blow for the second time. Zalfa turned his face and curled up, wanting to dodge but his ankle was hard to step on due to the excruciating pain.
A few seconds passed, Zalfa felt nothing. Next Zalfa heard a foreign male voice. A voice that had not been heard in his ear since then, and had only appeared now.
“If you consider yourself a man, surely this is not how to treat women.” The man's voice sounded firm.
Slowly Zalfa raised his head that had been lowered and found the figure of a man holding the wrist of the old man who had been ready to throw a punch. He was surprised to see the man he had slept with at the hotel by his side. Why is the world so narrow that he still has to meet the man?
“Of course you don't want this problem to be long if you have to get to the green table right? What else have you hit this girl,” continued Arkhan judging. Not the size of his tall and dashing body, nor was his strong strength that made the old Father unable to answer, but the tone of speech that intonated firmly made the old Father submissive unconsciously. “This isn't the first time I've seen men being rude to women. But this time, this girl is alone and you gang up on her.”
“He destroyed my car,” replied the old man in self-defense.
Arkhan's gaze followed the old man's line of sight, a BMW looking heavily damaged. Actually, not only was the old man's BMW damaged, even the back of the car that Zalfa was riding in was much worse.
While the Grandfather was cool to pay attention to the debate by looking at the face of the young man and the face of the old father alternately.
“What woman hit you?” Arkhan seemed to be making a trap question.
“No,” replied the old man, considering it was his car that hit Zalfa's car.
Old Father nodded with hesitation. Want to answer no, but the fact proves the front muzzle of his car hit the back of Zalfa's car. And that can't be denied anymore. Somehow the old man was seen**** in front of the man who had a straightforward look and a firm voice. It is so easy to be fooled into having to plead guilty.
“It's an accident. There is no need to find out who is right or wrong. Now what do you want?” ask Arkhan. His authoritative tone of voice made him more worthy of being a leader.
“Request for restitution.” The old man hesitated.
“About how much is the loss?”
The old man observed Zalfa's car which looked good, as well as the appearance of Zalfa which he judged as a person to be. Then he seemed to think.
The corner of the lips of the young man was interested in slightly predicting something sly in the mind of the old man.
“BMW 3 Series Sedan 320i Sport AT. The price is not more than 750 million,” firmly man in white shirt while glancing at the car owned by old man.
The old man frowned, apparently the man in front of him knew the type of car even to the price. His intention of asking for compensation of one billion was held at the tip of the tongue.
“Ya already, half price only. 350 million. I need a lot of cost to fix it.”
TB