
breathing with relief from the departure of Syakirah. Syakirah opened a barbed containing money from his hard work and his men. Syakirah took some money, probably about 10 million. Syakirah went down again and put the money on the table.
"This." point Syakirah at the money. "It's money for a month. Not enough, but enough! If you can make this money for 2 months! Do not like to buy food in restaurants, if you can shop in the market to be more efficient! If you can change in the shortest amount of time I'll give this back to you." Syakirah showed me the container again. " But if you still can't change, don't expect me to return this to you!"
"But Rah, we can't cook. If we keep shopping how to cook?" ask one of them. Instantly the girl trembled looking at Syakirah who was looking at her with a murderous gaze.
"What's the point of hp for you? What is the use of the internet to create? Just to play around? There is internet! You are girls, you also have to learn to cook. If you are married, what does your husband feed you? A leaf? The one you have in staying with your husband! Studying. It's not good, you have to eat because it's also the result of your hard work. If you keep trying over time your cooking will be delicious, even you will prefer your own cuisine, compared to the cuisine of others. I've told you before that you're learning to cook, but you never listen!" syakirah said at length a little emotion. Achy his mouth if he continues to advise them.
"Good." answered them all.
"I originally wanted to punish you by apologizing to Evan's motorcycle gang, but it doesn't look like you guys will because it lowers your image, right? So you should be grateful that I punished you this way. Imagine if you have to apologize to them, just imagine. Surely you will be ashamed." continued Syakirah. Crazy what! I won't apologize to them! Until whenever it is! Unless Syakirah told them to, they all thought. Better in law like this than to apologize.
"I'm home. You better go to sleep now, it's night." Syakirah came out of his base while carrying the container, and finally Syakirah went to go home. After the departure of Syakirah, they all looked at the money Syakirah put on the table. Clara took the money, hopefully she can hold the money well so that Syakirah is not disappointed with her anymore.
"This money I'll hold. I won't do anything with this money, I hope you believe in me. I would never have taken it if it wasn't mine. This is ours, if you want to take permission first to us and we will negotiate it, so that later there will be no misunderstanding between us. I hope you guys understand. And also I hope this money is enough for a month if it can be 2 months, besides the motor matic does not need a lot of gasoline so we can be more efficient" said Clara. Here the most emphatic besides Syakirah is Clara, besides none. Sloppy, extravagant and dilapidated are the personalities of all of them, except for Clara and Syakirah as they were both born from simple families, not like her friends who were born from rich families.
They all become children of motorcycle gangs also not banned by their parents. Even his parents said "Wind your youth before your old age comes. We will always support your decision, but do not let your chastity just disappear. Take good care of yourself." their parents said.
"Tomorrow let's go to the market and shop for necessities, like what Syakirah said earlier. Sayakirah also has a point, we are women so we also have to learn to cook. We look for food ingredients first on the internet such as broth, if our vegetables just buy all kinds." said Clara again.
"Gue agreed. What Syakirah said is true, only we never listen to him" said one of them.
"Okay, tomorrow we're all going to the market. We're gonna split up so we can find the material. You now look on the internet first, keep a record in the book. Tomorrow we'll buy it." they all nodded and pulled out their phones.
***
While at the headquarters of Evan's motorcycle gang, Roy and Thomas are treating his injuries. While Evan was sitting leaning on his big chair while looking at the ceiling of his room.
"You two can actually get to bonyok kayak gini? Who were you guys in the crack?" said the guy who was treating Roy's wounds.
"Whose name?"
"Clara, et al."
"Clara et al? Who?"
"Huh! Ck! You forgot what! Clara and friends. Clara's friend Syakirah her ex Evan ituloh. The members of the motorcycle gang who stagger us 2 times, even Azam's life is almost lost!" Roy is emotional because his friend doesn't remember Clara.
"Oh that girl." she said casually, still unconscious. "What! Are you both in the same crack as them? How can?! The insolent! I think they're looking for the same thing as us!" finally realized too.
"Don't bother you! Do not try to pump! Inget, Azam's life was almost lost because of them! And that should be a lesson when we meet them!" Roy reminds his friend not to get carried away with his emotions and tells him to try to remember his past. "We survived also because of Syakirah, if there is no Syakirah. Beghh. At least Evan's hospital, maximum grave and I don't want to die at my young age!"
"Lucky if that's what you are."
"Wiii!" Evan shouted at Roy and Thomas, and they both turned their heads.
"What?!" it sounded a little sniffling in Evan's ear.
"What's that nyolot like?! Don't accept you?!" Evan emotion.
"Sorry, Van." Roy and Thomas.
"Roy, when you turn the direction of my car, we pass the same Syakirah, even the car is very close to him." Roy nodded at Evan's words. " She looked at the back of the car, I was in the back of the car too and by accident our eyes met. I saw Syakirah surprised to see the back of the car, especially Syakirah to squint his eyes. Does Syakirah know that it's me? And when we passed him, he was still like a surprised man and I could see his mouth was calling my name. Did Syakirah really know it was me? If my car glass is dark if it is seen from the outside it is not visible, it is impossible that Syakirah knows that it is me?" evan tried to be sure. He is still not ready if he has to meet with Syakirah, fearing that Syakirah refuses his presence.
Seriate......