Please Let go of me
Chapter 39 - The car breaks down

Saints have set a location that is quite fitting, the distance of other bakeries is a bit far apart. Smiling as the store was already in his name, he made a message on Zufar's phone regarding the money used. "Servant as well, but let it be.This is the first time he spent my money." muttered the man who was glancing at his phone for a few seconds and put it back on the table, back on the computer screen.

Suci also decorated his own store very beautifully, some accessories and decorations seemed to blend together, increasingly pampering the eyes of the beholder. "I'd better look for poor female employees, count on opening jobs even if only recruiting a few people." His enthusiastic monologue, hoping if his efforts run smoothly. 

After all is still being done, Suci chose to go shopping for necessities and ingredients according to the recipe taught by Umi Kalsum. "How's umi doing? I miss him so much." He muttered as he pulled out the phone, looking for the contact number on the list.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, is there a call?" 

"Hana, this is brother. How are you guys doing?" 

"Now ask the situation? After what you did to us?" 

"I'm sorry, brother didn't mean to hide his circumstances. How's umi doing?"

"Umi is very sad after the problems of brother and sister Zufar."

"Once again, I'm sorry!"

Suci wanted to chat at length, but her foster sister immediately disconnected the phone. "Am I so bad?" his sorrowful murmured, bowing his head with a blank look. 

The car he was riding in suddenly stopped in the middle of a deserted road, a little afraid because there was no one but himself and the driver. "What's going on, sir?" he looked out at the street, wanting to know the cause. 

"It looks like a strike, Miss."

Suci glanced at the clock on his phone screen, there was still time to shop for the ingredients of cakes and bread. " Yes, I'll fix it first! I have no problem waiting.

The driver got out of the car, checked it carefully. Suci felt sad and saturated in the car, he came out and saw what problems befall the driver. "Is there no mechanic here?" 

"Some, it's a kilometer from here."

"I just called the mechanic, wait a few more minutes." Said the driver trying to calm down. 

Sacred and the middle-aged man were forced to wait in the quiet streets, the sound of several motorcycles coming over came. The two were very surprised to see some thugs who were laughing wickedly, looking at the soft prey near them and surrounding their kayaks of new prey.

"There is a soft prey," said one of the thugs who thought it was funny, laughing wickedly while berkos ria with his three friends.

"Don't bother us, go!" drive out the driver who ventured, protect the Saints from being harmed by the thugs.

"We're not animals that can be thrown away."

"Quick hand over your valuables, or forcibly take them away."

Threaten from how many thugs make a driver pack forward to protect Saints, who become a meal of tattooed men staring at women with a pervert hijap. "O Allah, my Lord, protect us from the marabaya." Always pray to avoid problems. 

"Miss get help, call anyone!" whispered the driver, Suci quickly contacted someone late because the pulse had already fallen to the ground. He was very afraid, if the thug touched, and disturbed him. Very sorry for the driver who was willing to sacrifice himself to protect him.

There was an unbalanced fight, the driver lost the fight until he was helpless.

Saints do not know what to do, seeing an unbalanced fight. Between the driver with four sturdy thugs, and also black. "Stop hitting the driver's pack, you guys are so ruthless, so outrageous. By deliberately you bluff also hurt the driver until battered. I'll grant you your wish, wait a minute!" get in the car and make some money. He hid the atm card very well so that no one would find, twenty pieces of red-colored money proffered. 

"Two million? We are four, which is enough if divided by four." Two thugs immediately get into the car, looking for money or expensive items that they can later get. Not only that, even the thug forcibly removed the ring worn by the Saints.

"Don't take my ring, it's a wedding ring." A Saint who wants to fight. But, the result was unsuccessful as the four men draped him with passionate tarapan.

The saint who closed his eyes became curious as a strange sound rang out, immediately opening his eyes. The four thugs were helplessly sprawled, only once a raw bogeman. 

They immediately fled, because they did not want to deal that would have long-tail. 

The two gazes met each other for a few seconds, quickly Suci helped the unconscious driver pack. "Thank you for helping us." The person simply replied to him with a smile and nodded his head, helping to repair the striking car.