Not Laila Majnun
Just try

The girl went straight up in a hurry as soon as Lukman stopped her bike. He patted Lukman hard on the shoulder while looking back. It seems that he panicked not playing.

"Let's go!! The chunky!" The girl was impatient with Lukman's attitude, who just kept quiet and tried to look at his face from the side.

"Sir, please get me out of here! I'll pay for it later. Please hurry up, they're the bad guys.!!!!" The girl further hardened her hand blows on the man she had not known.

Lukman who saw from the rearview there were two men who ran around like chasing the girl immediately drove his vehicle at full speed. He felt he had to help the girl sitting behind him from those who wanted to deceive him.

The girl gripped Lukman's waist as Lukman's bike drove at a high speed that shrunk his guts. And Lukman felt his heart pounding this time. This kind of thing reminds her of what happened a few years ago. When he was with Laila at the beginning of their meeting. Lukman recalled the time he drove Laila home from work and into trouble. Her lips smiled remembering that funny moment that made her heart race.

Surprisingly here Lukman was not angry when the girl he was shaking gripped his waist. Whereas in the past when Laila hugged him because accidentally when suddenly he braked his motorbike, Lukman was angry and asked Laila to release his embrace.

"Sir! sir! stop here sir!" The girl patted Lukman on the shoulder many times and asked him to stop because they had already arrived on the big road and it kept him safe.

Lukman stopped his vehicle and turned to the passenger.

"Thank you sir! Next time I'll pay for it. I promise" said the girl showing herself then hurriedly left.

"Wait a minute!" Lukman grabbed the girl's little arm. The thing he dislikes the most. Holding something that is not halal for him and in fact now he does it.

"Who are they?" Ask Lukman.

"Nobody sir. Just relax!" He smiled by pulling the edges of his lips to the brim making his face look strange. And again Lukman even saw it with a little smile because he felt the girl was very funny.

"Tell me who you are first? Why are the nights still running around? And why were these people chasing you?" It is unexpected that Lukman can say at length to strangers he just met. He was stingy saying.

"This has nothing to do with you! I can take care of myself!!" His voice raised up making people pay attention to both of them.

Inevitably Lukman released the little arm of the girl who immediately ran. Lukman watched closely as the girl's stature almost resembled that of his wife. Her face was not pretty but could not be said to be ugly either. Standard like Laila's face. His height, posture and hair were exactly the same as his wife's hair when they first met. It's just that the curve doesn't beat his wife's. Laila's chest and hips are so good that it makes her always jealous if there is a man who glances at her even though only a glance when his wife also does not flirt with it, instead closing it with a loose dress.

The girl turned around before entering the alley. He stuck out his tongue with both hands under the earlobe. It turned out that he dared to mock Lukman.

Instead of being angry he felt dejavu with the situation. At the beginning of his encounter with Laila, his wife was afraid of him but at other times he also dared to mock her.

Lukman continued on his way home and along the way he tried to compare his wife and the girl he had met by accident. The man with two children smiled imagining if he had two wives. Perhaps each of his wives would not dare to lash out. Both of them will probably race to get attention from him.

"May also if tried" he murmured when he arrived at his yard.

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Lukman again error apparently, his brain needs to be washed like a marriage really try.