Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 142

A few moments before the tragedy.

"Suf, would you like to take your car to the Boss' show?" ask one of the employees to take Yusuf who was getting ready at the store.

"First, I want to finish the bookkeeping first. Take a little more responsibility, let me close the shop, "Josef's responsibility is to sit down at his desk and continue the work.

That morning the store did not open according to Alfin's orders. However, for the sake of completing the report, they stayed over and completed the task before going to the Alfin event.

"Yes, we go first, yeah. Bring a convenience store motor, all the gasoline. I think abis," his partner's pinta was thumbs up by him.

They left simultaneously using the shop car that Alfin bought for the needs of all employees. Joseph completed the report that Alfin had to sign. About half an hour, he finished it all.

"Alhamdulillah, be well. Time to go, it's still morning." He muttered as he moved and put on his jacket and helmet.

Drive on a motorbike, queue at the refueling station. Only then did he go to the address Alfin had given him. Whistling without burden, as if carried away by the happy atmosphere because of the happy day of the boss.

However, on the way, Joseph noticed a girl in distress. He stopped his motorbike, looking carefully at what the girl across the street was doing.

"The woman's car broke down. Samperin don't, yeah. If the shampoo is late, but if you do not pity it too. Where the streets here are deserted, how about if there are people who are idle." Joseph weighed in, thinking deeply about his fear of being around women.

"Come, Suf! For the sake of humanity!" He gave encouragement to himself. Then, taking his motorbike turn around to the road where the girl was.

"Assalamualaikum! Sorry, ma'am, why the same car? Can I check the car?" yusuf did not dare to leave his motorcycle seat.

Biya snorted, frowning suspiciously. His eyes glimmered in all directions looking for other riders. Unfortunately, the streets are deserted. Very rarely do vehicles pass every minute. Joseph chuckled, he felt another was near the girl.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I don't want to punish you. I just want to help, the road is deserted here. The danger is for Mbak to be here alone" Yusuf said.

Biya gamang, squeezing her moist fingers due to sweat. He bit his lips in doubt, but refused also in vain because no one else could help him.

"Can, Ma'am?" joseph asked again, not yet moving from his motorbike.

Biya nodded her head, stepping up from near the hood of the car giving Joseph space to check on her. A few moments of waiting, while occasionally gawking at what the young man did to his car.

"It has to be taken to the workshop, Ma'am. I don't have the tools, how?" yusuf was full of regrets.

"Well, I can be late" Biya murmured as she glanced at the watch in her hand.

"Sorry, if you can tell where this Mama is going? Let me take you. Let the car be taken to the workshop with my friend," bargained Yusuf sound sincere, but Biya just increasingly suspicious of him.

Let's not say he's one of the plots. Nope! I don't want to go with him.

Biya shook her head refusing, and she even kept her distance from Joseph, fearing that he would force her to come along.

"I'll call my friend an official repairman near here" Yusuf's permission despite Biya's refusal, but he kept calling his partner.

While waiting, a tow truck came along with someone in official uniform from the workshop. Biya breathed a sigh of relief, now believing in Joseph he was not a criminal.

"Where? Want to come with me or call ojek? But here it is difficult to find a motorcycle," said Yusuf again offer a ride.

"I want to know where the workshop is" Biya said.

Joseph nodded, turned around and sighed before riding his motorbike. They follow a tow truck carrying Biya's car to the nearest official workshop.

"So where's the mama going? Let me take you. It was too late" asked Joseph.

I was also late to the Boss' show. Joseph's heart murmured.

"I want to go to my house, but I don't know the address. I missed my entourage, wanted to call me dead" Biya replied sadly.

Yusuf sighed, there was no way he would leave Biya in the workshop alone.

"Here I am, the mother came with me first to my friend's house. There Mbak can ride his batre hpnya. Coincidentally I want the condangan, my friends wedding all later to come to lunch. The face of the Mbaknya budet," proposed Yusuf is embraced resignedly by Biya.