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"Take the intersection on the left, after that just straight continue until later meet the motorcycle dealer," explained Dena.

"Where am I going?" ask Alexandre again.

"Straight again," Dena replied lightly.

"God. Straight on. You like the straight, apparently" chirped the Swedish man as he continued driving.

"How are you?" reply Dena indifferently.

"I am ...." Alexandre did not continue his words. "By the way, we have not been acquainted," he said, turning to Dena who was busy playing a mobile phone.

"Oh, yeah? Gosh." Dena turned her head while widening her eyes towards Alexandre, making the man able to understand something.

"Yes if you don't want to. I won't force it" said the brunette. Alexandre, who is very experienced in terms of women, did not want to show too much that he hoped to get to know Dena further. However, the curiosity was still present and teased him constantly. "I hope you're not a married woman" he said later.

"Did I look like a housewife?" cibir Dena glanced at the tall handsome man next to her.

"Maybe's. I don't know about that" Alexandre replied without turning his head. He was busy with the steering he was controlling.

"Maybe," said Dena, turning her face away.

"Yes. You know for yourself that nowadays it is very difficult to distinguish between real women and non-natives" Alexandre said calmly.

"Hey!" dena protested while straightening her index finger at Alexandre. "I am a real woman, not a woman! You are mostly a junk! I became suspicious lest you often use the services of transvestites as well," said Dena arbitrarily.

However, Alexandre did not respond to Dena's rant. The Swedish man still looks calm while driving, splitting the city streets that began to be quiet at that time it was already showing at two in the morning. He continued to drive his car according to Dena's direction. Moments later, they finally arrived in front of a mansion that was the legacy of both of Dena's parents. Without saying much, the forty-five-year-old woman immediately removed the seatbelt that ran across her chest.

"This is your house?" alexandre asked while observing the building that was no less magnificent than his house.

"Yes. Ah, I mean .. This is the home of my late parents. I'm just lucky to get the inheritance" Dena replied lightly.

"So, you live alone there?" ask the man again.

"Not really. There are a few helpers. Wh why? Interests?" dina's chatter was unfounded, making Alexandre throw a complaint slowly. "May your driver not run my car. If that happens, then look! You are responsible for everything!" threaten Dena firmly.

"I don't need a car like that. In the showroom there are many cars that are much more luxurious. European cars" Alexandre replied with confidence.

"Oh great. However, just in case, I must keep asking for guarantees from you" said Dena again.

"What guarantee?" alexandre's protest seemed to disagree with the perpetual single greeting.

"Guarantee as a handle so that later I can easily detect your presence," said Dena lightly.

"For example?" ask Alexandre.

"KTP" asked Dena as she extended her hand.

"Don't do it!" reject the man with the hair of the colellate firmly. "I've taken you home, and here's what you're getting back at. Oh, my God, Indonesian women are amazing" he said.

"Hey! Keep talking!" sergeant Dena. "Again, I never asked you to take me home. You do this sincerely," he said while sneering.

"Who told you to be a hero" replied Dena. "Here you go, here's where your ID is," asked Dena again half force.

"No. ID is a personal item. I won't hand it over to an obscure person" Alexandre said. "It could be misused into online lending," he thought later.

"Didih, haphazardly. Listen yes, Mr. Bule. I am a career woman. I have a travel service business that is growing rapidly. Maybe you need our services to get back to your home country? Once could. You make this country even more crowded" said Dena. While Alexandre only responded with a soft laugh in the form of ridicule.

"Unfortunately my business here is very advanced. So, I can't just leave. After all, my mother is a native Indonesian. You met him the other day" Alexandre said.

"Curtain, it's none of my business" Dena said.

"Oh, God. Forgive all sins because you have to meet me with a species like this" Alexandre said, cupping his hands in front of his mouth.

Dena was silent for a moment. Not because of the prayer offered by Alexandre, but because he was thinking about what items he could make as a guarantee from the man. "Alright, then SIM only," disconnected later.

"Nothing" Alexandre refused. "I didn't bring any copy" the man said.

"There is no ID, SIM, or other important letter that I will give you as collateral, because I have no interest in stealing your car. You think it's easy to sell a stolen car?"

Dena snorted in annoyance. "Basic fool. I can't possibly ask for your underwear as collateral," the woman murmured softly, but it was still heard by Alexandre.

"If you want, you can, '" he chirped lightly with a smile. He looked at Dena with eyes that looked very strange.

"Ih, amit-amit. I'm not the PSK you used to buy on the streets!" firmly Dena exasperatedly, making Alexandre chuckle in satisfaction. The man looked very handsome as he laughed, making Dena pay attention to him for a while.

"Alright, alright. If you really want a guarantee from me, then I can give you something" Alexandre said later. He then reached into the wallet from the back pocket of his pants. The handsome man in clean skin took out something from inside his purse made of real leather. Dena can see if the item is an original product from a well-known brand from Australia. He also knows what the price range of the wallet is.

A moment later, Alexandre handed him a business card. Dena immediately received the business card and put it in the bag. "Save that. If there's anything, you can come there. However, keep the courtesy and attitude. Don't embarrass your pride as an Indonesian woman who holds fast to the Eastern custom" she said, which made Dena instantly stunned. A message from a man who is not a native Indonesian citizen.

"It's night. You better get in."

Dena who had been amazed by the words from Alexandre, regained her senses. The woman immediately corrected the location of the bag strap hanging on her shoulder. Without saying thank you, he got out of Alexandre's SUV. Dena then closed the door tightly.

"Together," cried Alexandre from within, leaving Dena instantly stunned. He retreated back to near the door, then gawked from outside.

"Thank you" said Dena with a very contrived smile. After that, he resumed his steps to enter his courtyard. While Alexandre drove his car and went from there, because the night was getting late.

On the porch of the house, Dena was curious. He opened the business card and read it. Alexandre Tobias Forsberg is the owner of an elite showroom in the capital called Fors Automatic.

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