MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 34'S
The car began to move slowly as the line of cars in front of it moved more slowly. Before long, the car starts to stop and here are signs there will be traffic. Sure enough, the cars stopped completely.
“Shit!” Arkhan hit the roundabout.
Zalfa glanced at the man beside her who looked frustrated looking at the road ahead. Arkhan looked impatient and occasionally rubbed a rough face. I don't know what the man was chasing until he looked very upset stuck in traffic.
“Sial!” Arkhan honked many times. Occasionally snuggle with spicy words.
“Can you be a little calmer? This is not the way to the titian sirotol mustakim, so be calm!” Zalfa was much more unsettled looking at Arkhan who was like a hot worm. Like there was not the slightest bit of patience embedded in the man.
Arkhan. Suddenly the anger on his face faded a little. He saw a beautiful face on his side. Then he took a deep breath like he was trying to master emotions.
“For a girl like you, maybe the titian sirotol mustakim will not be scary, then why describe the bridge for me? Do I look worthy to feel restless when going through sirotol mustakim?” Arkhan was still staring at the girl by his side.
Zalfa frowned, he thought, Arkhan would ask what a mustakim syrotol is, but it seems Arkhan already knew the meaning of the word without Zalfa explaining it.
“Are you sure you will pass the titian someday?”
Arkhan just shut up. The view returns to the front, moving the steering wheel round until the car moves slowly with the flow. He turned the car into another road when he found a crossroad. He had to fight the way back to the cafe owned by Zalfa and of course it would take a long time to get to the destination because he had to turn around. That's the only way to be free of traffic.
The car turned to a deserted road. Arkhan drove the car at high speed. Zalfa's heart was actually running around on top of a car with incredible speed. This time he felt like a racer.
“Can you lower your car speed?” asked Zalfa with a stiffened expression. At least he didn't want to die young.
“I'm not used to conditions like this.”
“You have a history of heart disease?”
“There's no history or no, I don't like. Or put me down!” Zalfa's tone was rising. His heart was really tight-fisted feeling a very high speed of the car. Arkhan's crazy!
Brak!
“Shit!” Arkhan stared at the rearview mirror, checking the car that had accidentally just grazed another car shortly after he lowered the speed of the car. If only the speed of the car was still the same as before, maybe the car he was dragging was really dented. Even the car he was riding in slightly swayed when the stampede had happened.
Through the rearview mirror, Arkhan saw the driver of the car that had been dragged out of the window. The misty-haired man shouted loudly cursing. Before long, the car was chasing.
Seeing the car behind him increasing speed, Arkhan stepped on the gas and returned to drive his car at a speed that made Zalfa almost scream in frustration. If all this time Zalfa saw the action of racing cars and chases only on television, now he actually felt for himself how his conscience was in a car that was struggling.
“Handles! Don't worry, you'll be fine.” Arkhan calmed Zalfa down after a glance he glanced at the girl's face paled.
“Why should I run away? Aren't you wrong? Stop and take responsibility!” peekik Zalfa panicked.
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