The Reprisal of Bully Victim Girl
Chapter 2

Early in the morning Geet was up and rushed to take a shower.

It seems Tina hasn't woken up yet. Must have been home late last night after a date.

Last night there were six misscalled from Boni, surely the old man waited in front of his room all night but could not enter.

Free to complain to Tina. Her aunt must have been very defensive of her 'good' boyfriend'.

But what if you have been divorced four times??

It is even questionable his loyalty.

But there was no point in arguing with his aunt who was like she was hit by a super pellet from the old man. So Geet could only quietly hold the mangles of every fattening Boni on him.

He wore his work uniform and tied his hair. Just polish the powder and thin liptin, then spray a little cologne on his neck.

He put on his shoes, put on a jacket and carried a bag rushing out of the house. Only at 06.15, deliberately leave early in the morning so as not to get stuck.

It turns out that Afran was waiting in front of the house with his sport bike

"Morning is it here?" Ask Geet.

"In social media there was news of the main road being closed there were fallen trees. So we have to go a little far. So we have to leave early." Afran handed over the helmet.

Geet immediately put on a helmet and rode on the bonbar.

Before long the motor is traveling at medium speed.

Geet was a bit awkward just holding Afran's jacket.

"Hugs aren't pa-pa either, Geet. Let's be safer."

Geet clucked lazily. Not following Afran's orders.

"Have you had breakfast?" Ask Afran.

"Dome."

"Gue also belom. We'll have breakfast chicken porridge first."

"No need to."

"There is no objection."

Geet grunting. He was actually trying to keep his distance from Afran because he did not want to find trouble with the gang at the campus that Afran was talking about.

But this man often paid attention to him.

"Yeah?"

Geet eventually got off the bike.

"Sir, two bowls yes." Afran pulled Geet who was silent to sit down.

"Gue's no ordinary breakfast, Fran." Geet keeps the bag on the table.

"Biasain. Lo work from morning to evening, stomach acid lo rise that there if rarely eat. Honey is the same body."

Geet did not reply, busy looking at the news on his HP. He read the news about his father, felt tight in his chest. Especially reading the news of his father's wife named Pamela had long divorced him, when arrested. And now Pamela is so prosperous after marrying the owner of a five-star hotel, not caring about her ex-husband in prison.

Afran glanced at the article Geet read.

"Why do you often see news about corruptors? You know him?"

Geet clucked and stored the HP back in his pocket. "It's none of your business."

"Tell me the same time."

"Nothing to say."

Afran didn't ask any more once the chicken porridge they ordered came.

They eat in silence.

Occasionally Afran glanced at Geet whose face was always bent. Never once in three years did he know the girl, smiling even a little. They became acquainted when Afran first moved to his uncle's house after his father Afran died.

However, Afran often paid attention to Geet. Though the response of the girl was always cold and sniffling at him.

Geet never talks about personal things. Even Geet was impressed to keep his distance. But Afran often approached.

After the meal, Afran paid for the food, and rode his motorbike.

"Gue walk away. This is deket." Said Geet.

"Neg. Same with me."

"But..."

Afran's been wearing a helmet on Geet. "hunts."

Geet snorted in annoyance and finally got on his bike.

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