Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 139 - Ojek
Arash drove his bike at moderate speed, the man followed the maps on his phone. Along the way there was no conversation between himself and the Princess, until they arrived at the law firm office, where the Princess was looking for sustenance.
"This, thank you, yes" said the Princess as she held out a piece of fifty thousand money.
"Eh, no need, free for acquaintances," kekeh Arash.
"Where can it be, this," said the Princess while extending back a piece of fifty thousand rupiah.
"i'm serious. If you knew I was taking money from you, you would be mad at me" Arash said.
"But---,"
"Can I get the helmet?" cut Arash.
"Helms? Oh, yeah." The princess tried to remove the rope hook on the helmet, but she could not let go.
"Here, I help you get away," said Arash.
"Huh? Ah yes, I can." The princess drew closer to Arash, letting the man remove the hook of the helmet he was still wearing.
"Already," said Arash while releasing the helmet that was on top of the Princess' head.
"Thank you" said the princess. The girl quickly put a fifty-thousand piece of money into Arash's jacket pocket, then rushed away from the man.
"Put, is this what?"
"Thank you," said the Princess as she waved her hand.
Arash sighed slowly while shaking his head.
"Based on the Princess" she sibir and saw the money given by the girl. "Lumayan, you can make oil."
Arash also did his motorbike leave the Princess' office, the man chose to find some other customers.
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"Mas sure we're going together to get to the office?" sifa asked doubtfully.
"Yes, why is it?" ask Abash.
"Let's go" replied Abash cuek.
The man recalled how Bimo looked at Sifa full of desire, it felt like Abash was prying the man's eyes. Not to mention his other men in droves want to match Sifa with Bimo. Which man can be silent if he sees his woman in a match with another man right in front of his eyes.
"Mas," shimmered Sifa with spoiled. "Don't you forget the promise, Mom? I don't want to, if when I test later, all my grades and efforts become gosipan material. I don't want to" said Sifa.
"I know. But Bimo likes you" whined Abash.
"Yes, but I don't like him, Mom. Do you believe me the same?" wheedle Sifa.
"Hmm, Sifaaaa.." Abash growled while squeezing his hair.
"Yes..."
"Yes .. yes .. we will not go to the office together," Abash finally relented.
"Thank you, Mom," Sifa smiled at her lover.
"Remember, don't show that smile to anyone else. I don't like it" Abash threatened in her jealous tone.
"Yes, Mas. I won't smile at other men. It's quite the same as you, yes" said Sifa.
"That's dong." Abash rubbed Sifa's head affectionately, then the man confirmed back the slightly matted sifa's hair.
"I'm down here yeah," said Sifa.
"Hmm, yes," Abash replied unwillingly.
From a few meters Abash's car, Amel continued to pay attention to the movements of Sifa and Abash.
"Basan pelakor," heed Amel with a sharp gaze towards Sifa who had gotten off the car.
Sifa called an online motorcycle taxi that happened to pass by there, the girl climbed on the motorcycle to go to her office, while Abash followed Sifa from behind.
"Huff, why does the taxi guy have to be a boy anyway?" abash's wrath held something hot in his heart.