Our Secrets
Ch. 19. The trauma?

Chapters. 19

"I want to talk to you seriously" Zacky said in a cold tone.

The one I spoke to looked very relaxed.

"Say talk, Om. Don't be so complicated. Hunt home" said Sila.

Zacky did not expect that the attitude of the girl in front of him was enough to make it easy to rise in blood.

A heavy sigh sounded from the man. Although Sila very well remembered who he was, but he tried to be calm and did not show his true condition. Although he felt like punching om half a mateng who would like to tell himself to sit and listen to him speak.

"Not so?" tanya Sila raised her face, looking at the man who turned out her face was a little unfamiliar.

'I'm not a stranger, right?' muttered Sila inwardly while looking at Zacky's face.

Not a stranger who's just seen first, but more like a lookalike someone. But forget who.

"Can we just move talk?" bargain Zacky.

The surroundings were very crowded, and it was not possible for Zacky to talk about something that was very sensitive to them.

"No!" refuse Please. "I don't have much time. Should be spit back home," he added again about the reason why he refused.

Then Zacky remembered that Sila's motorbike ran out of gasoline. With one deadly glare toward someone, the person immediately moved on without Zacky making his point.

Sila who saw Zacky's glance also followed the direction of the man's view. Until then he was surprised when the person who was glimpsed by Zacky now carries his motorcycle.

His loud voice as his hand pointed towards the motor, making some people and students who were there were now staring at a point. Arsya wants to push Sila's motorbike and intends to buy gasoline at a nearby kiosk. All because of invisible orders from his superiors.

"Eh .. Don't get me wrong! I just want to buy ice for your bike. He said thirsty, right?" arsya said while waving his hands in front of the chest.

Please just nod. Making Zacky hold back his growl. These two absurd people may meet.

"Yes, nurut. If I help this motorcycle, you ask for compensation the same om who is in front of you aja," arsya's proposal which then pushes Sila's motor while staring at the people who are now staring at him. "Let's just calm, I'm not a thief. What is a make-up thief? He's my friend, and Sila's om," Arsya said without thinking about the consequences of his words just now.

Hearing Arsya's explanation, some people who prepared to beat the suspect, then they disperse and continue their steps.

While Zacky can not stand it anymore if you have to resist embarrassment due to Sila's attitude which turned out to be very thin ceplos.

Without permission, Zacky grabbed Sila's hand and led her to a parked car not far from there.

"Follow me!" get Zacky to drag Sila down.

While Sila who had been vigilant, but still forced as well. What's more when you see the lucknut car, Sila's spring gives resistance.

"No way!" his screeches. Making Zacky look back and look at him with an indisputable look. But please continue to revolt. "Om not ...."

Please cannot continue the sentence. It felt heavy just to clarify his conjecture.

Zacky understood this girl's fear from her suddenly shaking hands, and her gaze seemed frightened when she saw her car.

"Then somewhere else. I just want to talk" said Zacky who then asked Sila to walk in the opposite direction. Stay away from cars that might traumatize the girl.