Begal Forced to Get Married
The Part 21
“Izana you bring new goods again,” Welcome 40-year-old man with passion, this is one of the workshops where to sell stolen goods.
“18 million I sold,” said Izana to the point as if not want less than that again.
“Of course bro is expensive, this is a motor that has no mail, right?”
“Pak Ramli is a new motor, you can remodel and make his fake letter right? This if sold again after the letter is made will sell 25 million, everything is still new, see.”
“Not Izana, 18 million is omnipresence.”
“Well this is not so I sell, I better just unload the machines and then I sell to another workshop.”
“Hais you are indeed stubborn, well 18 million,” pasrah pak Ramli support the price proposed Izana.
“Ok Deal.”
Where can Mr. Ramli reject the new engine, this bike he can remodel by taking the engine and then replace the old engine into the motorbike, the new machine he can sell as well as a motor that has been modified at a high price, he will doble profit.
After receiving the money into his account Izana went to one of the motorbikes parked in the yard.
“Woi want you to take where my bike is?” jerit Pak Ramli.
“Borrow, I want to find a contract.”
“Oh not usually you find a place to live, usually sleep under a bridge, garden, under a tree or an empty shophouse.”
“I already have a wife, there is no way she sleeps on the streets like me too.”
“What!” jerit Pak Ramli and his mechanics there, they have known Izana for a long time, of course, Izana's statement just made them hang.
Brum~~
Izana just left with Ramli's motorbike, while the owner was still petrified with his employees.
Again he entered the smelly area where his wife had been left.
“Assalamualaikum.” Waw turned out to begal this can also say hello.
“Log Nak,” replied sir Iky please.
Seeing the face of the old man he had beaten made Izana feel disinclined if he entered his house.
“What are you waiting for Nak, let's go in Aria already told me everything.”
As she continues to be urged, Izana enters. At the edge of the room he saw Aria sleeping on a mat. Mr. Iky also followed the direction of Izana's view.
“Ah I've been drinking,” reply while showing the bottle ion drink in her bag.
Mr. Iky sat in the middle of the room while presenting a jar containing biscuits, Izana also sat down to receive the biscuits, while snacking, they spoke lightly.
“So you'll find a contract.”
“Iya Pak.”
“If this house had a room, I wouldn't mind accepting you.”
“Meanour?”
“You husband and wife definitely need room for ahem-ehem.”
“Ohh if it is indeed yes,” replied Izana agreed with head nodding while chewing biscuits.
“Ahahah basic young man,” ekeh sir Iky with his hands patting Izana's shoulders. “So you got the contract?”
“Already.”
“How much per month?”
“800 thousand, there are two rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom inside, the sofa is also there. So just look for a mattress, pillow, blanket, the same cooking utensils later. Would you like to stay with?”
“Mana can, the father of his work here.”
“Ohh ok.”
Tbc.
