MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 109'S
Atifa's view circled the contents of the garage. He was amazed to see the sight before his eyes. Arkhan's garage is like a car auction.
“I did not expect, my sister-in-law turned out to be this single.” Atifa glanced at Arkhan. “Arkhan, I did not wrongly approve of Zalfa marrying you, I believe you are a good convert. And with you, I believe Zalfa's life will be even better.”
Arkhan was silent, just staring at Atifa without commenting.
“O yes, I stopped by here to see the condition of my sister-in-law, and thank goodness everything is fine.”
“Hm. Then?” ask Arkhan.
Atifa then glanced at some neatly lined cars. “I'm sure these cars are not all you use, is there no intention to give just one for your sister-in-law?”
“Mbak!” sergeant Zalfa didn't want Atifa the nyablak's handyman to speak as he pleased. So far Ismail has not been able to buy Atifa a car. Never mind buying a car, to just shop at the mall during the holidays alone is difficult to remember Ismail's finances are not as lucky as Arkhan.
Ismail is just a regular employee at a small company, his wages are not much. Of course Atifa cannot indulge with wealth. And now Atifa saw Arkhan's abundant luxury.
“Why, Zalfa? Arkhan is flooded with wealth, you see. Look at the car so rame already like a car sowrum. There will be no use if only taken. And it will be more useful if it is given to others, Arkhan will get charity by sharing on those who need more.” Atifa spoke at length lightly as if there was no burden. Who does not know Atifa, her mouth of origin.
“I just heard Zalfa talking about charity, sharing, alms and blah blah blah blah... And you came to talk about the same thing. All right, take this for you.” Arkhan throws one of the car keys at Atifa.
Atifa who was not so bad with the throw was stuttered and spontaneously caught him. The key fell on the floor after hitting the chest of the woman's stomach. Atifa immediately bowed and picked it up. “This is serious for your sister-in-law?” Atifa. “I'm just kidding.”
“Go and bring your car. Don't let me change my mind. Tuh, the most silver color corner there.” Arkhan pointed at the car in question.
“How much is your account?” Arkhan took the phone out of his shirt pocket and prepared to press the number that might be mentioned.
“Mbak, jeez.” Zalfa gave the code by shaking her head so that her brother-in-law would not behave in such a manner. Zalfa was ashamed of Arkhan. But Atifa did not care about the code given by Zalfa even though he understood the code.
Atifa immediately mentioned his account and in a short time he received a notification in the form of money. His eyes widened and his smile broadened wide staring at the array of figures in sight. “Amazing. Fifty million. Thanks. You are a good sister-in-law.”
“Go! Your business is done, isn't it?”
“OK okay.” Atifa got straight into the designated car and drove it out of the garage after previously honking as it crossed Zalfa.
Zalfa shook her head to look at her brother's behavior.
“Come, Zalfa!”
Zalfa turned to the source of the voice, Arkhan was already in the car that was approaching him. Zalfa stared at Arkhan's face through the open car window, the next second he burst into the car and sat down at the side of the steering wheel.
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