My Lovely President From The Mars
SE TO THE TAN

God lit a cigarette right in front of the emergency room, he did not want to bother or expensive to pick up Zahra with a car.

The building of the hospital relics of the Dutch era that has been renovated is Zahra's work place, he exhaled cigarette smoke so that it billowed in front of the face.

Zahra walked by still wearing her nurse's clothes while laughing with colleagues as a fatigue reliever.

"Zahrah!" shouted the God, have a loud voice why not be used in radish rather than having to bother approaching!

They turned to the source of the sound, where the god who was a henchman with his sting style smoked cute on a motorcycle.

His eyes immediately glinted like a cutter looking at a face like Ganesh but not. He knew it must be the Lord.

"Ra, who? The handsome tau, gondrong-gondrong wants to make a living! Rawh!" beautiful Whispers.

"Gondrong-gondrong pingin jambak!" hiss Zahra.

"Oh yeah, I'm going first for Ndah, Put!"

"Fuck!" they are ria. While Zahra with a face as loud as a front to approach the Gods, this young man handed a helmet to Zahra and then ruled, "up! Today I picked it up. Ganesh is busy meeting clients!"

"Heh!!" Zahra patted the back seat of the God hard bike.

"Where is parking prohibited?! Can you read no, play parking as good as udel, thought the hospital stepmom lo?!" fiercely pointed to the signboard P marks crossed out.

The god circulated his gaze, "engga. Elah, just a hitchhike! Males parking, distance, pay anyway. It's also a legal parking ambulance !" he brushed off the air.

Zahra was just surprised, what the brain of this young man is made of, kok ya bo doh was encouraged all!

"About discount brains become rich gini! So if the school is not just ampe doang gate!" the girl murmured, for a long time she poked her hair too.

The gods had expected him, picking up Zahra would not be as easy as digging up. Of course they will noisily, the slightest thing can be the trigger, for God and Zahra each of them is a time bomb. If you meet it explodes, also repet rich match firecrackers.

"Lo, I'm not saying thank you too! So you want to go back, or am I coming back?!" mencam Dewa almost slammed his helmet, good luck if the helmet was bought special design pesen from Italy, the materials are from Brazil, official in Spain although finally sold in Tanah Abang, Italy, confused right? Same me too.

A Zahra's lifetime has never known the humble word on a creature class jin ivritts, "yes already live alone, yet every day also back alone! Die alone," Zahra turned her body towards the big street intending to stop public transportation to go home. He who is used to being independent will not be troubled even though he is actually a princess from the Ananta clan who would like to, once appointed angkot driver se DKI raya directly nyamperin.

The god who felt defeated, screeched violently. He was not usually defeated by a girl, being rejected half raw this was a slap to his pride.

"Stom! Fatty's!" he shouted like mothers who were again credit makers. While Zahra pretended to be deaf, assuming that the cry of God was a whisper of the devil that he had to throw away, he might even have to throw a stone as big as a foundation stone like throwing a soul.

"Dragon!" he managed to stop the transport to his boarding house.

"Eh! No kidding, girl! Forgive me, what dream did I get this al!" God immediately put on his helmet and following the transport that brought Zahra, at least the positive thing that God had was to take responsibility for what he was doing at that time, as a man he abstained from leaving or neglecting his work.

"Auto says sexy secretary dong!" his murmur chased and gassed his motor.

Zahra sat docked with the other passengers in an angkot, while behind the Gods followed her like a lizard's tail.

"Ra! Down peak!" god shouted against the wind, equating the speed of the motor with angkot where the window glass Zahra section sits open as wide as a gap for the player.

Zahra glanced beside him, "Udah, go home sono! You think I will mebek bombay, there are still many vehicles in Jakarta besides the motor butut lo it!" zahra replied, while the Gods divided their focus with the road ahead fearing crashing into another vehicle.

"Lo down the padlrot! In exchange for your pick-up angus!" reply God sewot.

Zahra mocked him, "bo do! I thought!"

"Review lo ya! If I can stop angkot, I check lo!" threaten the gods again. Far from the gentle nature of Ganesh, the Gods seem rude to women.

"Before you check me, I'll tell angkot to make nabrak lo sampe remuk not rest!" not to lose Zahra returned to reply. Even now their quarrel became a fun spectacle during the day for passengers and other street users.

Just saying that, they should be startled by the sound of a collision.

Gedebugh!

"www!"

Instead of helping Zahra laugh, "ha-ha-ha, rasain! Yeeee!" he waved his hand as public transport moved further away.

"Si alan!" god is trying to wake up.

"Oh mas! How the hell did it go. So if again marahan same girlfriend do not drive!" the fierce mother was so jolted when the body of the motor behind her was hit without feeling by God.

"Sorry, sorry!" The god grimaced to lift back his motorbike that hit another motorcycle pan tat, fortunately the speed of the motor was slow.

"Replace mas! This is if you go to the workshop to be asked to change!"

"Yes mbak, anyways mbak also wrong, brake impromptu! How do I know if I have an impromptu brake!" the debate though did not undo his intention to give up two pieces of one hundred thousand pieces. After all, the motor is just a little scuff, buy wood paint just done!

"Oah! Nice style of tenan, but the money is nehi!" sarkas the mother, returned to motorbike after grabbing the rough money from the Gods, mother-mak is indeed the king of the streets. The street king seemed to have lost a great deal if he had faced the strongest race on earth.

"That's a big surprise, mom, say I'm nehi," dumel Dewa.

Don't call him a god if you can't go after Zahra. "Lo wants to mess with me, miss! Look at me when I play!" he gave the engine of the prototype motorcycle GP motor. The sound of the engine roar alone is not as bad as a normal motor in general.

Ckitt!

"Woyyy! Saravv is a man!" hajat angkot driver with other passengers, obviously they were angry wong stuffing angkot already mbrejel rich stuffing lontong on r3 mas, Zahra only to stumble to other passengers fortunately not directly amnesia. This young man was desperate, something he really wanted he had to get. He deliberately cut the angkot column.

"Sorry!" god answered, get off the bike.

"Ra, down!" pinta Dewa bows his head into the angkot, the unfriendly faces they throw for this reckless biker.

"Sorry mothers, gentlemen, brothers! I just want to pick up my wife. Regular household problems, again angry because of the money I used to buy tog3l!" the word of the Lord surprised Zahra.

"Ooo!"

"Well, if there is a problem that should be discussed well," a mother carrying a child and carrying groceries gave wedding banquet to Zahra, this girl is increasingly embarrassed by God.

"But he---"

"Udah ma! Go down yu love, sorry everyone!" god's nod politely eased the faces of the retreating monsters and pulled Zahra's hand from the angkot. Because it was cornered Zahra finally came down and paid the freight.

"Si!!" hiss Zahra.

The gods laughed, "until at any time no one will be able to defeat a god. And lo gembrot, won't be able to support me to get a sexy secretary!"

"Let's ride!" his word does not want to be disputed.

"I didn't want to have a brother-in-law like a rich hell crust man!"

"Amijin!" the God replied laughing looking at Zahra's manyun face.

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