Random Marriage with the Enemy
Chapter 7: Falling From Motorcycle

The girl in a gray-white uniform and a slightly bumpy black haired was standing. Precisely he was standing on an Ilham motorbike that was driving.

Letting her hair fly in the wind that blew her free.

For a moment closed his eyes, feeling every gust of wind blowing softly on his face.

Ilham stared flatly at Melissa in the reflection of the rearview mirror. This foolish man would never stop doing such foolish things. Though very clearly his actions can endanger himself.

"Sit down, Mel."

"No way." Melissa ignored the orders of Inspiration, and instead constantly closed her eyes.

"Sit down!" press it.

"Why the hell? Afraid I'm falling?" goda.

From behind, Melissa saw the man's face from the mirror reflection that was still as flat as before.

"Don't slack off! I'm just afraid you're being harassed by om-om."

Inspiration answered after a few seconds Melissa asked a question.

"Just be scared." Melissa grinned. "Eh, uh, what do you mean by om-om?" melissa asked, puzzled to hear Ilham say such a thing.

"No, your skirt flies," she replied.

Hearing that, Melissa immediately sat down and fixed her skirt.

With a red face Melissa looked towards the back. And true, there were many striped-nosed men who blinked their eyes at Melissa.

Melissa shuddered in horror and directly faced the front again.

The guy who was in front of him, had seen Melissa shudder just giggled amusedly.

"Lo gapain?" ketus Melissa, hearing the impudence of Inspiration that sounded mocking her.

"Lo's cheap," the circus of Inspiration, makes Melissa tick.

He did not accept himself said to be cheap earlier, but here he was a victim because from then on Inspiration did not tell anything.

Melissa who had gone up black immediately grabbed the hair of Ilham who was in front of her.

While Ilham who does not know will be grabbed and shocked finally he can not balance his motor, as a result these two human children smell the smell of grass or rather fall on the grass.

With their feet still under the bike.

"YAAA! IT HURTS!" scream Melissa in pain.

He touched her leg which may have been sprained or worse.

Inspiration, who also still felt pain in his leg earlier, immediately tried to lift the motor that hit him and Melissa.

With a flat expression, Ilham turned to approach Melissa who was still sitting on the grass, after waking up her motorbike.

"What did you mean just now?" Melissa looked at Ilham who was looking at her, angry. "If we fell on the asphalt road you know what will happen. Why are you kayaking that, ha?! Why am I asking?!" Getting angry.

The girl just looked down, feeling guilty. He also did not know if it would end up like this. If he knew it would be like this, he wouldn't want to do it either.

Besides, he is not wrong, Inspiration is wrong.

"Why silence? Feeling guilty, hm?" ask the same angry inspiration.

"No," heed.

"No?" Inspiration shone a sharp spotlight on Melissa.

It is only natural that he should apologize, or at least feel guilty and admit he was wrong. But, this girl in front of him was even more provoking his emotions.

"Lo was wrong, why didn't you tell me in the first place that my skirt was flying, huh?" Inspiration stared at Melissa flatly. "So it's not just me who's wrong, it's also you."

The guy felt very irritated, seeing Melissa even scolded him back.

This is what he does not like about women, always feel right even though he knows he is wrong.

"As far as you are, I'm tired." The guy got on his bike and was about to drive his bike.

"Where are you going?" asked Melissa who was still sitting on the grass.

"Go home" he said.

The guy starts the bike straight away, preparing to leave Melissa alone.

"FOLLOW!" he shouted at Ilham who kept pushing his motorbike, like he was trying to play tricks on him.

Ilham.

Eventually he relented to his ego and went back to waiting for the princess to board.

"Yes, hurry," he said, without even once looking at Melissa.

"Can't," he lamented.

"Yes I've stayed." Back Ilham gas-gas his motor.

"Y!!!!" melissa Beaver with a hoarse voice.

His eyes reddened when he saw the motor Ilham who was about to go left him.

Ilham let out a long sigh, looking at Melissa who was constantly looking down. Again he had to lower his ego for Melissa.

The hand of Inspiration stretched out to Melissa who was currently still sitting down and lowered her head.

"here."

The girl received her hand.

Inspiration helps him to get up and beat Melissa with the same leg injured but not as bad as Melissa.

"Don't cry." The girl looked at Ilham.

They both finally got on the bike Ilham. And Ilham drove his bike at medium speed.

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"Gue said not to cry" Ilham told Melissa after they had been in the courtyard of Ilham's house.

While looking at Melissa, Ilham looked at this girl seriously, because from earlier he was constantly crying. It's nothing, if he was constantly crying like this, surely the one to blame was him.

"Do not cry, Mel," he said again, Ilham stopped his steps making Melissa also stopped.

"Yes how? I can't" Melissa said in a hoarse voice.

The guy reached into his pocket, took his handkerchief. "More."

Melissa's eyes stared at Ilham's nanar before taking her handkerchief.

Pslrpp!

"Gt."

"WHY?" melissa asked whining to see Ilham was about to laugh.

The man cleared his throat, trying not to continue his laughter. "No, kok. Come on already."

Melissa scowled as she continued walking towards the inside of the house.

"Brach! This is why Melissa?" mama asked Ayu panicked when she suddenly saw her daughter-in-law being swept away by her son.

"It's okay, ma."

"It's okay how?" Mama Ayu cut off her son's speech, so that Ilham shut his mouth, silent. "Huh? This why? Whyout?"

Melissa gave a clumsy smile looking at her mother who was getting panicked and approached Melissa.

"Already, Come. Brought Melissanya first," said mama Ayu who immediately responded to a nod by Ilham.

The guy grabbed Melissa and sat her down on the couch.

"Mom take the medicine box first." Melissa just nodded.

A few seconds, Mama Ayu returned with the medicine box that was in her hands. He brought her before Melissa, and began to treat her wounds.

"Kok can Melissa wound up like this anyway, Il? What are you guys doing, hm?" While continuing to focus on cleaning Melissa's wounds.

"So it was Melissa's fault, ma. Melissa made trouble earlier, so she could be hurt like this," Ilham explained to her mother.

Mama Ayu closed her medicine box after she finished cleaning Melissa's wound.

"What is Melissa? Melissa's wounded man, why is it wrong Melissa? You as a husband should take care of your wife so as not to hurt like this. Not even blame Melissa Kayak earlier," explained mama Ayu at length.

Inspiration rolled his eyeballs, puffed up.

If it is like this, the one to blame is Inspiration. Melissa was always right in the eyes of her mother, Inspiration here as established.

Melissa who saw Ilham looking at herself cynically, Melissa immediately stuck out her tongue. Mocking her husband who proved wrong in her own eyes.

The man stood up and was about to leave.

"Eh, where are you going?" The question of his mother made Ilham look up.

"To the room," he answered, lazy.

"Bring his wife also dong to the room. His wife's time his leg again hurts left," his mother reprimanded.

Seriate.