YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
MOTORBIKE
The sound of a rough Gemal cursing echoed within the pitch-black forest only illuminated by motor lights.
"You're a crazy woman, no brains. What are we doing here?" Gemal pulled Diana's arm strong.
Diana immediately turned the Gemal's hand to not hurt him, as it could have killed him if he felt threatened.
"Psychopathic woman!"
"Why is there no building here? I'm pretty sure it's here, why are we in the woods?" In the confusion illuminated his surroundings using his cell phone flashlight.
"You're supposed to turn right, not left. Since ancient times, this was a forest." Gemal was eager to squeeze Diana's head which made her almost dead.
"Oh, just found out. Five years could change everything. The world changes or I change." He blames Gemal for not telling the right way.
Gemal's hand rubbed his stomach that was still nauseous, let alone tell the way he almost died Diana.
"How old are you, still like a child."
"Yes, I know you're old. I'm only two-five, the future's still long but you almost got me dead." Gemal's gaze was sad to see his favorite motorcycle.
"Just two years apart, I've had more experience in crime than you, so be more polite." He directly stepped out of the forest letting Gemal push his bike.
Along the way Gemal curses Diana, meeting Di the greatest calamity of his life.
"Woy, help. You're the one who broke the motor." Gemal shouted loudly.
"Say from earlier if you're not strong." Diana got rid of Gemal.
The sound of the stater motor was heard, but the motor remained lifeless. In trying to stick around stay not alive.
The Gemal was off the waist staring at the busy Diana herself, Diana's gaze instantly keenly looking towards the Gemal who was frowning.
Diana immediately kicked the motor, Gemal immediately shouted hugging his trampled motorbike.
"Damn it, the bike has no gasoline." Diana shouted hysterically.
Diana took a breath, took her cell phone for help. Di decided to walk to the big road, but Gemal refused if he left his bike.
"You just stay here." Directly walking by himself.
"Wait, put on a jacket. If any men come closer yell loudly for help." Gemal handed him his jacket.
"I'm stronger than you, worry about yourself." Diana receives a jacket directly leaving Gemal pushing her bike.
Sweat drenched in Gemal's clothes, a focused gaze looked towards Diana who was sitting on the side of the road because there was no signal, and no vehicles passed by either.
"Why are you still here?"
"I'm older than you, call polite." In staring.
Gemal ignored Diana, pushing his bike straight away. It helps them get fuel to go home faster.
"Why can Mr Dimas have a daughter as old as you? mr. Dimas' son is also a child." Looking back, Diana sat on the motorbike that Gemal was pushing.
"Stupid. Who do you think my face looks like?"
Gemal halted his steps, noticing Diana's sweet smiling face flashing her two eyes.
"Mister Altha's wife? astaghfirullah Al azim, why can a beautiful and kind woman like Kak Al look like you? This isn't right." Gemal continued his steps.
Diana immediately laughed, hitting the shoulders of Gemal who was praising her sister.
"Me and Aliya are twins, the difference is I get parents, she becomes parents." On lowering his head.
Gemal who was surprised to release his motorbike, Diana immediately fell down with the motorbike.
Seeing the motorbike fall Gemal immediately panicked, not worried about Di whose head was bumped, but rubbed his motorbike which was likely scuffed.
"God, God, we can finally go home." Diana smiled widely.
Gemal also smiled as he refueled his bike, before leaving Diana and Gemal took the time to eat pop noodles and drink warm tea.
Both look good because they are both hungry, and thirsty. Gemal looked at Diana who looked unjaim, able to eat casually.
"Hunger, add more noodles." Diana rubbed her stomach, scooping the Gemal's.
The Gemal's fork held back, not allowing Diana to take even a shred of hers, as Diana was greedy.
"Please." Diana smiled instantly picking up the two spoons belonging to Gemal.
"Psychopathic woman, greedy again." Gemal's forehead wrinkled, annoyed at Diana's sight.
Diana's smile continued to be seen, satisfied to spend three pop noodles with different flavors, Diana's world was very beautiful to be able to eat noodles with satisfaction.
Gemal turned on her motorbike, Diana immediately rose to tightly hug Gemal's waist.
"Let's shake the road, let's go home." Diana placed her head on the Gemal's back.
Gemal's hand pushed aside Diana's head to not harass her, let alone Di's hand that lowered her pride.
The blow on Gemal's back was strong, while away Diana was not furiously hugged tightly, but now she was scolded.
"You want to walk now, or I'll take the bike." In staring.
"I'm all, but don't hug. My stomach is tickled." Gemal pleaded because he could not focus.
Along the way, Diana held the end of the collar of the shirt, if raise the neck strangled by the shirt makes Diana laugh funny.
Diana's ignorant attitude appeared, seeing Gemal who only used ordinary T-shirts, because his jacket was worn by Diana.
One hand Di went straight into the Gemal shirt, touching his stomach which made a hysterical screaming sound.
The Gemal's hand held Diana's hand, asking Di to stop before he got angry.
"Crazy, your stomach is flat and muscular. I admit your body is perfect, but baby your ability is still below average." On putting his head on his back, both of his hands wrapped around his waist.
Gemal let Diana, because it was late at night she had to drive Diana home immediately.
Diana's smile was visible, feeling the gentle breeze that made her comfortable. Fatigue work paid off by eating noodles and motorized relaxed.
"Why are you using a motor? why aren't cars cooler." He murmured softly in Gemal's ear.
"I'm not a rich man like you." Gemal's smile was also visible, enjoying his simple life.
"If you want to be rich, don't be a cop but a Mafia." Hardened his embrace.
Gemal chuckles, he becomes a policeman because he wants to ask for justice for someone's crimes.
"You know Gemal, I've lived twenty-seven years, twenty years of psychopathy, and seven years of man. One thing I believe in is that power can beat everything."
"You're wrong Di, family love can beat power." The smiling Gemal asked Diana to be quiet, as she wanted to focus on driving.
Diana smiled, she was not done talking. Twenty-year-old Diana is above power, but she is unhappy. Seven years of having a family, Diana was so happy that she felt safe and protected.
Family strength, love and compassion have no cure.
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