MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 33'S
Zalfa wanted to get his men to buy a flash drive out, but he was afraid his employees would buy it wrong. He glanced at the flash, and was astonished to see a flash that has storage space up to 1 TB or equivalent to 1,000 GB. Zalfa did not think, what data does Arkhan store until it has to contain as much storage?
“Alright, I'll go buy that stuff now.” Zalfa stood up.
Arkhan folded up the laptop and stood up. “We go together.”
Zalfa looked at Arkhan with a frowned. But he doesn't want to ask much. He stepped out of the cafe. When he got to the front of the motorbike, Zalfa stirred up the contents of his bag. Oh my God, where's the key? When it is needed like this, it is bumping somewhere.
“What are you looking for? I have not much time!” Arkhan, who was sitting at the wheel of his car, stopped the car on Zalfa's side shortly after turning his car. He lowered the car glass until it was fully open.
“My motor key does not exist.” Zalfa forgot where he put his keys.
Arkhan got down from the car then pulled the arm of Zalfa's hand which immediately got a rebellion from the girl. But the grip of Arkhan's hand is so strong that Zalfa can not wiggle when his body has been put in the car.
“My time is not much. You will be responsible if something bad happens with my laptop until finally I can not copy all the stored data,” Arkhan said when the man was sitting on the side of Zalfa with a flat expression. His eyes focused on the road ahead, on the road that the car was about to cross.
Aren't you a fucking tyrant? Replacing losses with a nominal hundreds of millions can only, why can't only buy flash? Why should I replace it? The sentence was swallowed in the heart. Zalfa did not want to make the atmosphere become cloudy.
The car stopped at a counter. Arkhan and Zalfa entered the glass door, approaching the counter guards.
“Flasdisk a thousand GB, is there?” Arkhan immediately pulled out his laptop from the tote bag.
“Not there, Mas.”
The movement of Arkhan's hand that was pressing the laptop stopped, his eyes glaring sharply at the counter guards. “What's the point of you waiting for a counter that has no goods to sell?”
“Ya already, quick grab!” arkhan growled while opening the folder. Thankfully it is still safe.
“Do you need more storage space?” ask Zalfa.
“Ya.”
“Then we take seven flash, how about?”
Arkhan looked at Zalfa. “Ndon't need. One is enough.”
Zalfa took out his wallet and paid the price that the counter guard mentioned.
Arkhan began to move the data into the flash he had just plugged into the USB hole of his laptop. It took a few minutes until the data moved all over.
“What laptop also need to be replaced?” ask Cehsy again.
“Not necessary.” Arkhan has many laptops at home. Why should he accept Zalfa's offer? He could buy thousands of laptops if he wanted to. Now he only needs accountability from Zalfa, as the owner of the cafe who has made his laptop and flash damaged. That'sthat's all.
Finished with the job, Zalfa and Arkhan got out and got straight into the car. Arkhan drives with concentration. Zalfa chose silence.
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