My Hot Enemy's
The Part 203
Of course, the owner of the bike happily went down. Two-wheeled vehicles that cost one-fifth of Dariush's sports cars. Of course, far the difference, if sold can also buy the exact same five motorcycles.
“Hei! The helmet!” dariush exclaimed as the man who owned the motorbike walked without giving him a head protection device.
“Oh, sorry, I don't think you need a helmet,” the guy's joke.
“Tak wearing a helmet does not make the road soft if dropped,” reply Dariush while receiving objects that are round imperfect but glassy.
“Quiet, gasoline I just filled up. So you won't lose too much by exchanging your vehicle,” tell the man who owns the bike.
“Hm.” Darius answered only briefly. He also protected the head using a helmet, then shook his hands so that the man in front of him moved away.
The two-wheeled vehicle was directly hit by the gas as fast as possible to quickly get to the Population Agency.
The two-wheeled vehicle was traveling at a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour. You can imagine how dangerous it is on the road.
But Dariush had no other choice. The time left is limited. And he doesn't want to fail to meet Mr. Pattinson's final requirements. For him, the trust of his future father-in-law is very important so that the household he will build can be peaceful.
“Sial! Tumben once jammed,” grumbled Dariush when in front of him many cars stopped. He took it to look at the clock. “Sisa three minutes more.”
The second son of Mr Dominique chose to overtake from the opposite direction. Of course with a speed that is not slow because the distance of the Population Body is still approximately seven hundred and fifty meters more.
But apparently, on the road there has just been a consecutive accident. Dariush who had been driving at high speed also braked impromptu to avoid overturned vehicles when there is a car passing from the front. But, ill-fated, good luck has not sided with him.
The motor driven by Dariush slipped oil splattered on the asphalt. The body of a burly man who did not use protection except for his head was slammed, scratched by the road, and his back until it was touched on the body of the car at the accident site.
And worse, the motor driven by Dariush also hit the muscular stomach of Mr Dominique's son. Accidents were inevitable, he was unconscious at that very moment. Fresh blood started to pour out from his injured body.
Ambulances came to help the victims of the accident. Even though someone died on the spot.
Meanwhile, at the Population Board, Alceena and her family were waiting for Dariush's arrival in the waiting room. The distended woman bit her lower lip when her stomach suddenly felt a very tight kick from her children.
“Propay, Dear. Your Daddy must have come to marry Mommy. He never reneged on speech,” Alceena said as she rubbed her stomach.
Alceena's eyes turned to look at the circular clock on her wrist. He tried to sigh slowly as the time given by Papa Danzel would run out by another minute.
...*****...
...Dariush Doris Dominique Rest in love. Maybe your destiny isn't for Alceena. May it be quiet in nature. I love you, very. It is fitting that no one has you than to be a material grabber....
...I'm so sad, Ceena, waiting for a loved one to get married, but fate says something else....