The Struggle of Love Arsyad
Chapters. 23

Arsyad hastened his footsteps as he was about to leave for his office," I had to contact Vero immediately to ask him directly how the work I had given him."

Arsyad promised Pak Haji Mudin with Hajah Maimunah's mother, if he would help the difficulties experienced by Priska Oktaviani.

"I promise to free you from the entanglement of Juragan's threat Pratiwi Andien Utomo because you are my future wife, has Vero also returned from there?"

Arsyad pressed the elevator button that would take him to the garage of his car. With a definite and long step he walked up to each ceramic floor. Sania Marwah Daud Jordan accidentally saw her only son walking in a hurry.

"What happened to him, why did six o'clock just leave but, the clothes he was wearing were quite relaxed?" mumbled Bu Sania Marwah.

Arsyad did not say goodbye to his mother because he was in a hurry to leave. Arsyad does not want to be late to arrive in front of Priska's house because, this morning his plan was to pick up Priska.

Arsyad approached Priska because according to the instructions of Mr. Muhidin should be closer and willing to do anything for Priska.

Arsyad wears his favorite matic motorcycle in his village. It was deliberately he asked to bring it to Jakarta to aim, so that memories for memories that had not been forgotten by Pratiwi were immediately remembered by Tiwi.

"Oh Allah, may my stylish way like this make Tiwi can remember the memories of both of us that she had forgotten," said Arsyad.

Arsyad immediately rode his mount towards the capital's protocol road. About half an hour's drive from the elite housing of his house to the rented Priska.

His motorbike engine arrived at the door of his house Priska along with Priska who just came out of his house. Priska turned her head towards the back, because her ears heard the roar of a motor matic suddenly stopped in front of her house.

"That's Mr. Arsyad Shafiyyur Armany," said Priska who linked his eyebrows saw the arrival of Arsyad the man who became the owner of the company he occupied for a living.

Priska immediately locked the door of her house tightly and well. He did not expect that his boss would come to his house using an ordinary motorcycle like an online motorcycle driver.

"Sir Arsyad, how can you come here?" Ask Priska who just mince words.

Priska closed the fence of her house, then immediately walked to Arsyad.

"Are you going to work?" Ask Arsyad again.

"If you may, I want to take you to the office I happen to pass by here and see you dressed in work uniform, my bonds are also empty if you want to please go up," he said Arsyad while banging his motorcycle seat back which happened to be empty.

"No need to bother sir, I take public transportation only," Priska refused politely.

"Not bother, though, I just want to help you get to the office, because I saw in front of the crossroads there's a road repair so some public transportation won't go through this road," he explained that Arsyad was fortunate to remember that today there would be road repairs so that if it would wait for public transportation to pass it there could not be.

"There are many sir, I will walk a few meters from here on the road xx kok ojek base," Priska again.

"If you refuse to keep going you'll be late, look at your watch if you have a lot of free time to walk,"

Actually Arsyad could have forced his will and in the name of his status in the company. Priska will surely obey all her words, but she does not want to do that so that Priska is more relaxed, open and patient to face Priska so that their relationship will be closer. So that the opportunity to be closer to more familiar will be wide open.

Priska was quite surprised to see the circular clockwork on her own wrist," O Allah. It turned out to be almost eight o'clock," Priska's great-grandson in shock.

Inevitably he also relented and received an offer of help from Arsyad the highest leader in the company of his parents.

Priska slowly rides Arsyad's injection matic motor. The owner smiled happily because he managed to do what he wanted.

"Thank God, my woman is quite obedient and submissive too even though she has to be lied to a little," Arsyad smiled intently.

Arsyad thrust the pink helmet into his hand. The helmet was also his favorite helmet when he was in the village.

"Why is this helmet like I've seen it," Priska's mind while watching carefully the helmet well.

"Quick wear, I give you a helmet for you to wear not just for the pelototokin,"

Priska spontaneously wore the helmet in her head which was covered in hijab in line with the work clothes she wore. Priska sat behind her and slightly kept her distance so that their bodies would not come into direct contact.

"Do you have any fear of falling because I will tighten my bike a little so that we are not late" asked Arsyad who immediately obeyed the words of Arsyad without hesitation.