Trapped With The Jelita
Section 2

Ralen stopped his motorbike with a stroke of emotion that was still clearly printed on his face, not expecting that he had been dealing with a male-type creature and was very annoying.

"Basar sonong! don't let me see him again amit-amit amit-amit," Ralen told him to pull off his bike and get off the vehicle.

On the side of the road more lonely woman with a cute look was checking back on her favorite motorbike which she made everyday mounts to make money.

He who is 20 years old this year should be sitting in college as he dreamed so much, but what became his dream must be ruled out because after graduating High School he must be the backbone after his father had an accident so that he can no longer work to meet the needs of the household and the costs of his sister who still sitting on the Junior High.

Sometimes envious of his friends who can live happily and freely go here and there without having to bother thinking about whether tomorrow he will get money for daily needs.

Ralen had to resist his desire to go to college, giving in for the sake of his parents and younger brother who had just entered Junior High School.

After checking his motorbike Ralen also took the cellphone from the jacket pocket he was wearing, calling one number in the cheap android phone.

"Lo's still a long time, right?" Ralen immediately asked as soon as his call was answered.

"Lumayan, why is it?"

Ask the woman Ralen called.

"Gue to the workshop first yes, my motorbike blisters the same as the front fender," explained Ralen touching the motor fender that turned out to be quite badly damaged.

"Yes I've matiin yes, I still have to neatin goods that just came about," said the woman who is usually called Riska.

Antika his name, he is a close friend of Ralen, they used to be one class from Elementary to Junior High while when their high school was different but still met because of their neighboring homes.

Antika works at a minimarket in a mall that Ralen also had time to leave a cover letter at the friend's place but luck has not been willing to side with him, until now he has not been getting calls from where Antika works.

Ah considering that it feels like Ralen wants to cry, it is very difficult to find a job in this big city with a high school diploma only, it is very difficult to find a job in this big city with a high school diploma, it seems that there are many cover letters that Ralen entrusted in various places that he said were in need of employees but in fact he was still less competitive with other job seekers who might have higher education above him.

And while filling the time and looking for a job with a decent salary, Ralen also chose to work in a food catering business that sometimes got orders from various events starting for the study event, wedding parties, arrivals to catering offices, more often get orders from the office and Ralen's job is only to deliver food that has been ordered, he said, almost every day there are orders from the office for employees or for big bosses who are meeting.

It's okay, Ralen lived it happily as long as there was a salary at the end of the month to meet the needs of his family.

Actually, Ralen's mother had become a laundry worker at the neighboring house but Ralen was banned when his mother began to often get sick from fatigue.

Although tired and sometimes wanted to complain but Ralen always tried to forget all the contents of his heart, for him not to mourn the destiny that God has laid out for him, there is no other way but to face it.

Ralen drove his motorcycle looking for a workshop to repair his motorbike and went straight into a workshop that he saw immediately say the condition of his motorbike to a mechanic who approached him.

Wait a long time until Ralen finally paid for the motor that has been repaired by replacing the broken fender earlier, which was, the woman immediately paid the amount on the receipt with the money she got from the man who had grazed her motorbike.

"Iiissh is less than 50," complained Ralen counting the money he had taken from the song man, for a moment immediately regretted why instead returned some of the money earlier.

"Less 50 thousand dollars of my gasoline" Ralen murmured as he reached into his pants pocket to add to the shortcomings.

Finished already with the business of Ralen workshop was back on his motto and put it on the streets that were getting longer even so crowded.

"Tumben jammed really," said Ralen felt unusual because he usually paced the streets when having to deliver catering orders to customers.

After overtaking here and there, Ralen finally managed to get out of the crowd of vehicles dominated by four wheels, move aside and turn off the motor when it has got the right place to wait for Antika who will come out of the mall across the road ahead there.

Oh did Ralen forget that he was in the center of the city with towering buildings that were certainly inhabited by hardworking people and would simultaneously go out if their business was done making the streets become much more crowded.

"Huh, uh what the fuck!?" when he was daydreaming about the world which was not his obligation Ralen felt someone was occupying his motorbike.

"My flight to the airport I pay whatever you ask."

Pinta's the man that Ralen hasn't seen his face.

"I'm not an ojek, I'm waiting for my friend!" looking back, his eyes were wide, looking at the face close to him, "Elo!?" ralen was surprised.

"Ck, I'm late!" even still forcing who apparently already knows who the owner of the motorbike he was riding now, he remembers the license plate that his motorbike was dragged until it fell on the side of the road.

Women who invite him noisily with a crisp sound even the face of his judges was still clearly remembered, so do not blame if he who was very pinched is utilizing a ride from the owner of the motorbike.

"Relieve it! come down Lo!" Ralen refuses to get angry and forces Ipul after finding out who the man who is already sitting in the back seat.

"You want to take me or I'm getting worse?!"

Just incredible! Ipul had dared to threaten others he did not know even worse it was a woman, God.

"Lo tuh.."

"With the appearance of Lo and I are much different according to Lo who will be trusted this time?" said Ipul with his cynical smile.

Ipul removed Ralen's finger that was pointing right in front of his face.

"Wear helmet!" said Ralen who finally chose to survive rather than have to enter the police station on false charges.

"Fuck day!" skink.

"Gue only bring it," said Ipul and then get off the bike.

"Quick move, I'm late," chirped Ipul asking Ralen to shift to the back.

With forced Ralen according to let the songong man take over his motor matic.

Ipul also turned on the motor engine and drove it.

"Woi Raleeen." the scream from Ralen's friend who had asked to be picked up by him, the woman grunts as Ralen's motor is getting farther away and invisible.

"Damn Ralen, even run away the same Om-om," grumbled because at a glance earlier he saw that who brought his friend's motorcycle a man.

Congestion still continues to spread along the road as if not to give people a chance to be able to get home immediately and rest after a day of tired grappling with their respective busyness.

While two people who do not know each other but have been met twice in a day are still on the vehicle that brings them to the destination of the rider, the driver, there was no talk of just the passenger's hand holding on to the driver's shirt which he did not know.

The fast speed of the motorbike makes him afraid of falling, although he has often brought the bike but it is undeniable that his guts will be tested when sitting in the bonbar.

The rider felt the hand that held his shirt just glanced back at the practice of focusing on the streets that were slowly getting quieter, his hope to arrive on time would soon be realized in a moment.

Surely Ralen felt very upset but the speed of a fast motorbike made him have to choose to save his life rather than having to vent his accumulated emotions.

They had stopped by the gas station to refuel his motorbike which was a little stay and then returned to the airport where the man was a destination that from his appearance looked rich but could have done the sealing to a woman and forcing her to usher in her consent.

As soon as Ipul got down and handed the helmet to Ralen, he was almost too late to make him immediately rush without saying any thanks to the woman.

"Boro-boro pay, say thank you!" the saddened Ralen.

His mouth was still grumbling until finally his eyes caught a black object on the dashboard of his motorbike, slowly Ralen pulled over his motorbike.

"Wallets?" ralen said he found a purse belonging to the songong man who had been placed on the dashboard after filling up with gasoline.

His hand moved to open the folds of the wallet and saw the contents, "Wow," in a flash his eyes sparkled to see a large number of red sheets, which were quite large, mind after mind begins to tease but then dismiss the demons who want to dominate, until finally he opened folds after folds to get the identity of the songong man who he did not know his name.

The intention is to return the wallet if there is an identity in the wallet, but in fact there is nothing but rupiah money and several pieces of foreign money.

"What kind of rich person goes everywhere does not carry an identity, ckckck," Ralen chuckled as he shook his head.

After thinking for a long time, Ralen finally pocketed the wallet and decided to take it with him while thinking about how to return the object to the owner.

Even if that person is very annoying in fact Ralen still kindly wants to return it, does not intend to cheat to have items that are not his.

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