So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
5. Don't Understand Why

It was then that Suri realized that this man was not tall. Short for men's size. He was only one or two inches above Suri.

But his muscles are horrifying. Suri's only ever seen that much muscle in the gym. This guy's a gym trainer?

Notwithstanding. Not likely. Suri refuted himself, observing his face.

How does yah have to say? He's good-looking. Handsome ... sweet?

Ah, no, no. More towards babyface but its rancid baby.

Right. The shape of the eyebrows is already very sharp. Even though his body was not high-towered, his aura made him look terrifying.

"Why do you nolongin me?"

He stood up just to ask that? Can't he ask while sitting?

"Why?" Suri confused himself. "Because you're dying?"

"Continue?" The man stared at the surroundings sharply. "Lo doesn't have money but dares to nolongin people?"

Suri offended. "Sori yah nolongin. If you are healthy, you can go home. Thank you for taking care of me" he said, full of sarcasm.

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Tanjung was almost amazed by the attitude of this girl. Honestly speaking, Tanjung would even be amazed if anyone dared to look into her eyes without a sound, and this girl was even being sarcastic?

A unique child. Tanjung understands that he does not know who Tanjung— besides he is not an artist—but still.

He was brave for what he did not know.

"Where are you going?" tanya Tanjung, ignoring the girl's words.

What was his name? The sahrani?

"Work." The girl turned around, took the hat on the hanger near the door.

"Start." The headland held the ringisan as a result of the wound on his stomach. He realized he had to lie down immediately, but this girl made him too curious. "Lo don't work today."

"Huh?"

"Recute. I pay you time."

Serious headland. He needs to know a lot about this selfless person who helped him, right?

"Lo wants to know something, Who's Elo's Name?" The girl put up her topping with an annoyed gesture. "Gue hates money, so thank you. Uh."

Tanjung could hardly believe he was rejected by women. Moreover, the woman who seemed to kick once was also dead.

But strangely the mood of Tanjung is not hot to the point of kicking a real person. So Tanjung went back to lying down, soaking up the pain in her incredible body was hard to pin down.

Until twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Tanjung was only asleep.

After feeling better, he just went back. The goal is to look around, at least have to recognize who exactly this girl named Syriac.

Wait, what was his name?

"Suriana." Tanjung reads the writing on the paper at the table.

Once he knew what his name was, Tanjung laid back. The wounds on his body made Tanjung feel like she could only stand for a minute.

All afternoon the Cape lay down. Just go to the bathroom, and the rest is silent. The clock points to half-twelve as Tanjung looks over.

Why did the girl work late at night? The house is just a rented plot, working day and night. Or is he a fool?

Tanjung kept waiting. Routinely check the clock until the clock's long hand points to the number four and the short hand points to the number one.

"Gue guess go." The girl muttered weakly, coming to check the infusion. "Lo change yourself?"

Tanjung did not answer. Just saw him go to the bathroom, disappear for fifteen minutes, then come back.

He was wearing an oversize shirt that appeared to be a man's shirt, lying just like that on the floor with one pillow and a thin blanket.

Not at all telling Tanjung to leave.

Tanjung doesn't understand. Wh why?

No, Tanjung really doesn't understand. He lives in a world where helping is bullshit, doing good is shitdog.

For Tanjung, the actions of this little boy are difficult to understand.

Or would he have Tanjung pay him later?

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