Owned By The Devil
[OBTD] CHAPTER 4: Another Cogan

Jasmine opened the balcony window of her room. This morning was really too bright with the sky bluish in color. The air also felt cool and made Jasmine feel comfortable.

Even he had forgotten his frustration at the guy who almost made him sick of the random behavior of the guy last night.

Jasmine walked towards the glass to see her appearance this morning. Her straight hair she pegged to make it a little wavy. He sprayed perfume with a refreshing aroma to the area of his body, especially the neck and wrists. After that he snatched the bag and went downstairs for breakfast.

"For Pa, Bun," said Jasmine, who had just entered the dining room at papa and his mother who was having breakfast.

"Morning too, Brother" replied Papa Abram and Mother Rosaline.

Jasmine sat down on the chair and took out a plate of fried rice that her mother had prepared. "Where alta? Not having breakfast?"

"For a moment, Mother call your sister first." Mother stroked the head of Jasmine. "You eat first, brother."

Jasmine nodded while sitting on the chair.

"You're comfortable, aren't you, son, at your new school?" ask Papa Abram. The middle-aged man folded up the newspaper he had been reading and put it on the right side of a black coffee with a plate of fried rice on his left side.

"It's safe, Pa." Jasmine silenced a sweet smile. "Thank Pa. If there's no Papa, Jasmine doesn't know what to do."

Papa Abram smiled. His left hand rubbed Jasmine's head gently. "Papa will do anything for the happiness of your little family."

Jasmine nodded. Then his gaze shifted to Altair who had just entered the dining room along with his bunda who was heard nagging.

"For Brother Je, Pa." Altair walked lazily towards the dining table. He was seen still holding back sleepiness due to staying up all night. Even the buttons on her uniform have not been buttoned properly.

"Alta, uh, Pa. It's hard to tell you not to stay up! If you don't wake up, she'll still be sleeping in bed!" Mother Rosalin nagged. But he did not forget to take a piece of fried rice and a glass of milk for Altair.

"Altairr. If tomorrow Papa see you still often stay up late for things that are not important. Papa confiscate your cell phone" Papa Abram said. "Or do you want your monthly money Papa cut in half?"

"Yes, Pa. Forgiver. No more," replied Altair. The boy who had just occupied the 3rd grade of Junior High was gripping wryly. The eyes that I used to have look fresh.

Jasmine had already finished eating the fried rice made by her mother. He got up from his seat and greeted his parents. "Jasmine leaves first, yes, Bun, Well, Al."

"Oh yeah, Papa forgot to say. You got your brother's bike today, huh?" father Abram said. The brother in question was Jasmine's half-sister Abram's first child with his ex-wife.

Jasmine furrowed her brows. "Well, did Rey come home? When?"

"Body this morning he came home. Your car was taken. Continue to say brother, you are free to ride the bike Abang which you can," explained Mother Rosalin.

Eh? How, how?

"You wear the White, the Red, the Imel, the Amel, the Tosca, or that person. Papa aja not to memorize the name of your brother's motor," said Papa Abram while clucking in wonder.

Jasmine clucked in heart. He blinked his eyes while thinking. He's a little worried. Actually he can ride a bike. He also has a SIM for it.

But the problem is, first, the bike belongs to his brother that's a classic Vespa of all. There are seven Vespas from various models and brands in the garage and they all belong to his brother.

Second ... price. The price of one motor belonging to his brother that can make Jasmine to the head bobbles. So, Jasmine was a little afraid that she would accidentally damage her brother's children.

Mother Rosalin looked at Jasmine who still had a worried face. "It's okay, brother?"

"Not to worry. If why-not the same beloved motorcycle brother, yes, just aja. Which brother dares to be angry with Brother." Altair chimed in while giggling amusedly.

Altair knew, Her brother could at least be told to be angry at Jasmine. Probably because she's the only daughter in the Nabastala family.

After all, if he was in the car with his dad and Altair, it would be even more impossible for him or for Altair because surely one of them would be late for school. Altair School and his papa office are in conflict with Duaja Wijaya High School.

So what can I do.

Jasmine picked up one of the keys with a pendulum inscribed with the Red one hanging in the closet. In order to be comfortable riding, do not forget she replaced her skirt with long pants made of black genie so that her thighs are safe and not exposed due to pleated skirts that are only knee-length.

After that he went to the garage, wearing a mask on his face to avoid street dust and then wearing a helmet lying on the seat and then drove his brother's red Vespa to school.

But halfway through the journey, he saw a teenage boy suddenly stretch out his hands and walk towards the road to intercept him. A helmet hung on his left wrist and a motorbike parked haphazardly not far from where the man was standing.

What the fuck! Didn't the teenage boy realize that he had just committed a dangerous act?

Jasmine clucked in annoyance. Inevitably he stopped his motorbike on the side of the paved road which fortunately was quiet, because it was still in the middle of the residential area.

Jasmine was still standing on her brother's Vespa. His eyes stared fixedly at the teenage boy who was walking up to him. He realized that the boy was wearing the same uniform as himself.

"Lo from DW High School, right?" asked the teenage boy when he arrived in front of him. He researched the uniform that Jasmine was wearing. Not wrong anymore. The young man cheered in his heart.

Jasmine nodded. "Yes. Why?"

The teenager scratched his hair. "Well, can I not cry? My bike broke down."

Jasmine looked at the embroidered name mark on the left of the teenage boy's uniform.

Arcello Pradana's.

Arcello's.

The cello?

Oh. Former chairman of OSIS SMA Duaja Wijaya.

Jasmine exhaled slowly. "can't. My bike doesn't fit two people."

Cello glanced at the black-colored watch that coiled around his left hand. "May, please. 20 more minutes in, nih."

"Order Goojek, right, can you?"

"Gue doesn't have the app." Cello scratched his temple. Suddenly, Cello's eyes looked at the Red Jasmine was driving. The manicure glimpsed with admiration. "By the way, your bike is cool as well, hehe" said Cello, laughing crazily.

Why is the cello salfok the same motor? Jasmine grumbled in her heart. Why on this sunny morning was he faced with such an annoying situation like this. It really ruined his mood.

"Would you like to be left that way?"

"Easy! There will be a house to take."

"My back is narrow." Jasmine was still trying to find an excuse to refuse.

"No problem. Anyway, it can still make a screwdriver, really." Cello still persuades. "Or, would you like me to do something boncengin elo?"

Cello carved out a thin smile looking at Jasmine's stiff face.