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14. Toads

Naturally, the face of Akhmar who already looks cruel, makes the interlocutor become daunted.  He is indeed much younger than the driver if measured from age, but the potential to become a ruler he has got in terms of physical and voice.

Akhmar got off the motorbike and went up to the angkot, his eyes looking at the faces in the angkot, the majority of the inhabitants of the Fathers and Mothers.  They just silently looked at the wailing Akhmar.

Akhmar wanted to teach the angkot driver a lesson, but seeing the old faces carrying baskets about to shop at the market, Akhmar undo his intention.

The Akhmar motorbike wobbled to the side shortly after the stampede with an angkot. Then Akhmar's body bounced off the motor as a result of hitting a tree on the side of the road.

"****!" Akhmar looked at the angkot driver.

The Angkot driver honks.

"Don't be reckless on the highway! Just indiscriminate!" peekik angkot driver angry. He didn't want to prolong the problem, then run his car again.

"Woi, wait! Don't escape! Our business is not finished!" hardik Akhmar then rode a motorcycle and chased angkot.

The freight is in sight.  He overtook and taught angkot, pushing a motorbike on the angkot side.

The angkot driver was annoyed by his actions.  Akhmar also banged on the car glass with his left hand.

Upset, the driver finally stopped the angkot.

“Woi, you were wrong, play speed and overtake my car until it crashed so. What are you looking for now?  Find your dead?” snapped the driver of emotion, his head gawking out through the window.

“Diem lo!” Akhmar rebuked very hard.

The more violent Akhmar bluffs make the driver die of lice, losing the bluff.

Naturally, the face of Akhmar who already looks cruel, makes the interlocutor become daunted.  He is indeed much younger than the driver if measured from age, but the potential to become a ruler he has got in terms of physical and voice.

Akhmar got off the motorbike and went up to the angkot, his eyes looking at the faces in the angkot, the majority of the inhabitants of the Fathers and Mothers.  They just silently looked at the wailing Akhmar.

Akhmar wanted to teach the angkot driver a lesson, but seeing the old faces carrying baskets about to shop at the market, Akhmar undo his intention.

Akhmar's eyeballs glanced at the old man then descended.

“Basic, young people have no manners.  His parents did not care for children,” shrewd gedeg driver once.

“What do you say?”

The driver was surprised to hear Akhmar's rebuke now standing near the door across the wheel.  It seemed that the driver was speaking softly, but Akhmar caught his words clearly.  Very sharp hearing of the young man.

“Ah, no!” the driver is still upset.

Akhmar did not stop there, he flailed the car door until there was a fight between Akhmar and the driver.

An elite car stopped just behind the angkot considering the current of the road to be traversed was blocked by the angkot that stopped, plus the Akhmar motorbike that was sloppily opened in the middle of the road, adding to the narrow body of the road.

The glass of the back of the elite car opened and the middle-aged face of the alim-looking male figure poked out.

“Aduuuh... This is what's the fuss?” asked the middle-aged man who was wearing a white skullcap on the head.  He looks good wearing a turban wrapped around his chest and a white cocoa shirt wrapped around his body.

Akhmar glanced at the man who looked like the old man.

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