Oh My Cecunguk
Go to work

After the shower, I rushed to the wardrobe across the bed. My eyes moved up and down, staring at the pile of clothes there. Sort out which clothes I'm going to wear today. After thinking for a few seconds, I finally grabbed the black trousers, as well as the buttonless blouse in maroon.

I walked back to the bed. Put my clothes there and rush to wear them. When I finished I started dressing up. Wearing powder and restore the appearance of nude colored lips so as not to be too pale. Don't forget I combed my long hair. Make it a little wavy with the help of catokan.

I smile at the reflection of my face in the mirror. "I think I'm pretty" I murmured, praising myself.

I rise to my feet. Snatching a cell phone and also a bag that is lying on the mattress. Then rush out.

"Hi, Ale-Ale." Greet Alan as I lock the door.

I looked up, looking at the boy. A little stunned at her appearance that looked different. Her hair is no longer bronze. He turned it into a jet black color. It contrasts with the color of her snow-white skin. This time he also added a small earring to his left ear. Alan smiled as he walked towards me.

Damnit. Why is he so handsome. I quickly turned away from him. I walk my feet up the stairs. Followed by Alan trailing behind me. "You want to work?" ask Alan.

"Hm" I replied briefly.

"Need a ride?"

I'm shaking. "I can go alone."

"So you turned down my offer, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"OKs. It's okay" Alan said.

I glared as Alan deliberately nudged my shoulder as he walked ahead of me.

"Sorry, not intentionally," she said.

I ignored his words. Choose silence while continuing down the stairs.

"Oh yes. I heard today that the bulges and public transport are in a massive demo, ", Alan said as we were on the page.

Instantly my steps stopped. I reached into my phone in my bag and pressed a button to open it. After that hurry to open google, find out whether what Alan said was true or just a hoax.

My eyes rounded when reading an article that contains about the mass strike of public transport and also ojol. What Alan said was true.

Duh, how is this. Where might I go to the office on foot.

I looked at Alan who was wearing a helmet. With quick steps I approached the Cecunguk.

"Give me the helmet," I said after being by his side.

Alan grinned. "So you said you didn't want to," she said.

"I changed my mind. I took my words from earlier."

"Basic plan," said Alan, handing me the helmet.

I wear it immediately. Alan turned on the engine. The iron horse roared. When Alan pulled the gas a few times.

"Alright," said Alan.

The seat behind him was quite high, making me a little difficult when riding it. Alan patted her on the shoulder, telling me to hold on to her shoulder to make it easier.

"Are you ready?" alan asked as I sat behind him.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Tight hold."

I grabbed Alan's jacket tip, held on.

Alan removed the clutch, the motor was speeding. I staggered forward, hitting Alan's body. "Yes! You're gonna kill me?" I snapped while slapping Alan's shoulder.

"I told you to hold on tight. But you don't want to listen" he said.

"How do you hold on tight? There is nothing I can hold" I protested.

Hid. Men are always looking for opportunities. He could have told me to hug him.

"No," I said, refusing.

"Yes, it's up to you."

Alan again increased the speed of his vehicle. Again and again. Makes me want to not have to hug her body. Hold on tight so as not to fall.

"Can't you just slow down a little? I still want to live" I said half-screaming.

"Just calm. I'll make sure you're still breathing when you get to your destination."

Not to reduce speed. Alan added it back. I closed my eyes, hugging Alan's body tighter and tighter. The motorbike we were riding on was winding down the road. Overtook dozens of four-wheeled vehicles.

Ten minutes have passed. We finally got to the front of the building where my office was. I got off the bike. I breathed a sigh of relief because I was still alive.

Alan helped take off the helmet I was wearing.

"Thank you" I said as it no longer stuck in my head.

I reached into my bag, took out a wallet and took out a piece of paper money from there.

"To buy gasoline" I said. I gave the money to Alan.

Alan. "I'm not a motorcycle taxi driver" he said.

"I don't consider you a motorcycle taxi driver. This is just a form of my gratitude to you. Because it's taking me," I said. He returned the money to her.

Alan ignored my hand that was still floating in the air. He got back on his bike and started the engine.

"Practice me to dinner, if you want to thank me" he said.

"alright. Where do you want to eat?" my many.

"I'll decide later" Alan said.

"O yes. What time did you come home? I'll pick you up."

"No need, Al. I can go to my office when I get home."

"Aren't you going to buy me dinner?"

"Do you want me to buy tonight?" I said ask back.

"No. Later on the day of the apocalypse," said Alan annoyed.

I chuckle. "Around six. I'll be waiting for you here" I said.

"OKs. See you soon, Alea," said Alan, smiling.

"Hm. See you later."

"I'm leaving" Alan said.

"Be careful on the road" I said.

Alan nodded. Then he stuck the gas and left. I stared at his disappearance for a moment, until he was nowhere to be seen from the reach of my eyes. After that, I rushed into the building.

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