The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Tinkering

At exactly 14.55 WITA, Ziah arrived at his workplace by riding his favorite matic motorcycle. He works in one of the biggest and most famous workshops in the capital. She was also the only female mechanic among the five mechanics who worked at the workshop.

Ziah also has better abilities. Rather than his colleagues, to serve on a damaged vehicle.

That's why, the owner of the workshop is also Boss Ziah. It is very proud to have a woman like Ziah. Besides being smart, Ziah is also professional and timely in working, and diligent in worship.

Like before, when I got to the shop. Ziah will get his share right away. In repairing or servicing the vehicles that enter the workshop where he works.

And Ziah will finish all his parts before the workshop closes. If all those tasks could be completed then and there. He will finish that day too. But if not, he would finish it within two to three days only.

Ziah working hours will be valid from 15.00 to 21.00 WITA. However, if the school hours are empty or on holiday. He will fill his free time by working in a workshop.

And today, in the workshop looks crowded with visitors. Until making the workshop must close at 21.44 WITA.

Because it closes at a time that is almost late. As a result, Ziah also had to go home late at night. Because, he and his mechanic friends in the workshop. Get used to cleaning and tidying up the workshop first before it is abandoned.

When going to approach the motor, Ziah activates his phone first. Because just now, at the time of work is underway. Ziah turned off his phone.

While sitting on his motorbike, Ziah checked the incoming messages on his phone. And one of his best friends, Tita.

* Fill the chat message:

> Tita

"Assalamualaikum! Where are you Zi'? Why haven't you come home?"

< Ziah

"Still in the workshop. But, I want to go home."

When the message was read, Tita suddenly diverted her chat message into a voice call. Without thinking Ziah immediately shifted the green button listed on the screen of his phone.

"Zi! Nitip can?"

Ask Tita to the point, when the call is directly connected.

"Yes, can. What do you want to nitip, Hem?"

"*Please stop by the egg martabak seller yes...! Buy her a special one-serving egg martabak, Okay, Assalamualaikum!"

Tut's...Tut*s*... After saying his greetings, Tita immediately disconnected her call.

"Heemm... wa'alaikum greetings!"

Ziah could only throw a rough breath. He found the attitude of one of his friends who was already ordinary like that. His greeting could no longer be heard by his friend. However, Ziah still retaliated even with a little lethargy.

Then, Ziah stored his phone into a special bag bag storing the phone. Which he always takes with him wherever he goes.

Not to forget, Ziah wore a helmet on his head, before driving. He drives his bike at a moderate speed.

You have to buy eggs first. Ziah took another path from the one he used to walk.

After driving for almost 10 minutes. Finally, from a distance of approximately 100 meters away. There was a sales wagon on the left side of the road.

Ziah glanced slightly into the wagon. To make sure, if it is true that the seller martabak eggs and not the fried seller.

"Alhamdulillah, really, martabak seller." Ziah inner grateful.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mas's. Is there a special martabak?" sapa Ziah asked at once.

"Wa'alaikum Salam. There are still two more servings of Mba'. How many?" reply asked the seller the dignity of the egg.

"Oo. yes, both are just for me." replied Ziah

"OKAY. Patience Mba, I made it?!" say that Mas again. While his hands began to make the dough skin martabaknya.

"Hemmm.." replied Ziah with a slight nod of his head.

While waiting for the hammer to be ready. Ziah filled his time by reading toon novels on his phone. Until I don't feel time has passed. The order was ready.

"This is Mba', the hammer is ready" said the seller.

"Oh.iya, here's the money! Thank you, Mom?!" say Ziah with a smile.

While his left hand welcomes the package containing the martabak eggs of his order from the hands of the seller Mas. Then, give the money to pay for it.

After hanging the hammer pack on the front trunk hanger of his motorbike. Ziah keeps his phone back in his tote bag. Then he went back on his way back to his contract.

However, in a deserted road junction. When Ziah will turn to the left. Suddenly a woman ran from the front and almost got hit by a Ziah motorbike. Ziah braked his motor suddenly.

'chiii...!' the sound of Ziah motorcycle tires collided with road asphalt.

"Hey!!! What the fuck are you? Mau.." snapped Ziah cut.

"Please, help me Mba'?! Someone is going to rape me. Hiks.hiks.." said the woman crying and kept looking behind her.

The woman's face looked pale. His hair looks messy. Next to the sleeve of his shirt is gone, where? And the mini jeans skirt also looks torn here and there. Ziah had not asked.

"That's them Mba'! Hiks... Please take me away from here Mba'?! I'mfrightened. Hiks.hiks." said the woman, pointing at two men. They seemed to be running towards them.

Ziah slightly pushed his bike to the side of the road. Then lower the standard of the motor. Still wearing his helmet, Ziah came down and wanted to get close to the two men. However, the woman who asked for his help immediately restrained her arm.

"What do you want Mba'?" ask the woman with increasing confusion and fear.

Ziah held the woman's hand trying to hold her arm. Calmly and show her sweet smile. Ziah calmed the woman down and said: "It's okay. You can wait for me next to my bike. Ok right!!

Even with a great fear. Hearing that, the woman could only give up. And do as Ziah commanded. Waiting for him next to the bike.

"Who are you huh?!! Why are you interfering in our business? Do you also want to play around with us, beautiful?!" ask one of the men with his mischievous smile. And his eyes were looking wildly at Ziah's body.

"I'm a nobody. It's just... This lady almost got hit by my bike earlier. And he also asked me for help. Automatic, hearing someone asking for help. I'll try to help him as I can."

"Eeemm... By the way, hear the word play around. I was wondering... What kind of game do you want to play with me, Hem...?!" ziah said at length with a relaxed and without a look of fear from his face. When dealing with both men with a posture that is twice as large as his body.