Reliable Vs Girl Hijab
Help Arrives

Jati several times circulated her gaze to the deserted streets. "Crazy for the streets what a deserted grave really is," jati grumbled. Maybe the man had an hour standing on the side of the road, but no one wants to help, do not help just wave for help people even more gas.

There are some bikers who pass, but only a matter of fingers. The net is rich lightning fast every teak trying to stop a passing vehicle no one wants to stop.

"Am I that cool, until several times stop the bike no one wants to stop," said Jati after he tried to ask for help on passing road riders, who, just like before if the biker does not stop. It even pulls the gas faster.

"What this is called quality, because I disappoint parents," muttered Jati again. "Ah, but not that I don't know the word quality. Well, if you want quality certainly has been since long ago. Can I volunteer to bokap same nyokap not now-now ajah, already from the era of Baheula." The man returned to his eyes once someone could be asked for help.

Jati's view was immediately fixed on a dim light that walked slowly towards him who was standing. He kept staring at the lights to make sure about what light was in the middle of the quiet road and it was night also walking like someone who was riding a bicycle.

"Crazy, this is what a human jurig," muttered Jati after his eyes looked at a hijab-wearing woman who was scraping a butut bike with a small child behind him and a makeshift flashlight tied to his bicycle handlebars.

"Mr... Please...." Teak immediately walked and spread his hands when the bike rider was already approximately three meters away. The hijab-wearing woman immediately used both of her legs to keep her from falling when she stopped.

"Ma..sorry who are you?" asked the hijab-wearing woman after seeing a handsome man standing against her. From the way she spoke, the woman was holding back her fear. Not yet the little boy who was sitting at the back directly embraced the waist of the woman in front of him.

"Don't be afraid Ma'am, I'm a good person. I want to ask for help. My bike was out of gas and I was lost. Where not to bring a cell phone and wallet," said Jati with both hands still forward, to calm the hijab-wearing woman and the frightened little sister. Though in the bath Jati laughs at herself. Since when did he become a good person. Not that he is a delinquent who often makes trouble, but this time he even claimed to be a good person, for the sake of getting help.

The veiled woman stared in disbelief at the man who claimed to be a good man. Moreover, claimed to run out of gas, not carrying a cellphone and wallet. He must be lying. That's what the woman was thinking.

"Sir, we're back, Deva's afraid. What if brother is evil?" whispered the little boy sitting behind the hijab-wearing woman. Yes, although whispering, but Jati can hear it, none other than because she is not too far away from the woman.

"You take it easy, well, glad we have nothing. There's no way the big brother would take our bikes for nothing" the woman replied in half a whisper as well.

"You need not be afraid. Brother is not a bad guy. Brother's a good man." Jati also reassured the woman that she was good. "Mister please, I really don't bring anything. Please check my body nothing." Teak stretched out her hands that perhaps the woman would examine herself.

"Sorry, no need. I'm sure you're a good man. But why is your motorcycle good and of course the price is not cheap, but instead you can not buy gasoline, until it runs out of gas here? Where are you going and where are you going?" ask the woman again who is now getting off the bike while the little boy sitting in the back is still sitting, but this time it is not as scared as before, the sign that Jati managed to convince the little brother that he was a good person.

Surely those who heard the man's words were very astonished why he could be trapped in a city that he himself did not know its place.

"Ja... Jakarta Mas?" Just be right. That's a long way off. This is the name of Jonggol village to be exact has entered the city of Bogor. Why did you get here?" ask the woman again, but previously Jati had explained that she strayed from the road.

"Hah Jonggol, why I just heard Mbak there is a city called Jonggol. My problem can get here a long story. If I tell you now we can stand here until tomorrow morning. How about the Mbaknya help me loan money to buy gasoline, I will definitely change. I promise, if I lie let the lightning strike the coconut tree," said Jati half-jokingly so that they look familiar and not awkward.

"Oh Mas, I'm sorry not that I don't want to help, but my condition also has no money. Especially from your motorbike it already looks not a cheap motorbike, surely the essence is not small. Plus for the distance from here smpai Jakarta definitely not enough one liter. If it only takes a liter I can help, but if it's to get to your house, I can't help. Our financial condition is not as lucky as others," the hijab-wearing woman replied very politely.

"Well, it's true what you said anyway. The solution how well. Can't I stand by the side of the road until someone helps me? Where it's night, cold, sleepy, hungry, a lot of mosquitoes, not later if there are jurig ngajak kidding, it's not funny handsome gini bedwetting."

Jati also resigned with his fate. Nor can he force others to help him. Especially from the way of speaking and circumstances that are visible with the naked eye. The hijab-wearing woman and the little boy were indeed economically lacking.

"Maybe I can help just for Mas can stay at our house. Later I will say to Abah, and hopefully Abah will allow Mas to stay in our house until tomorrow, and for gasoline tomorrow can be thought of again," bargained the woman politely, as she said, he also could not have the heart to let a man who looked good all night sit on the side of the road with dark road conditions and it is not impossible to fear there are bad people and harm the man.

The state also if suddenly, the next day there is news. A handsome man's body was found lying in the street, because the victim....

The woman shuddered in horror, with her own ugly mind. Well, if that happens, he will be very sorry for not helping the man.

"Well, you can. I say thank you very much Ma'amnya want to help me, even though it is just a ride to sleep, but it has meant a lot to me. Rather than on the side of the road all night," said Jati who was immediately excited because she could get help from a beautiful woman who for Jati had first met, but had made her heart melt.

Teak himself is actually very self-aware that he is not a good man, but every meeting with a good woman, he said, in his heart he prayed for a good woman and was able to accept her with a thousand flaws and little advantages. Selfish indeed, but that's what Jati wants.

Seriate...

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