BETTING

STANDBY

Celine put things in her shopping bag. After returning from the restaurant, he stopped by the nearest mini market. Buy some discount items.

Actually the best if delivered Fauzan, because if you use the car can fit more. But that's okay, but today he's off, all of you. The bike was full, so he took it slowly.

It didn't feel like it was late afternoon, it was almost dark. From then on he was busy choosing until he forgot time. The wrapped fish will be warmed again for children's dinner.

Bles!

The motor was jammed and shaken. He almost fell. He got down and pulled the vehicle over. His spirit was lost to see the collapsed motorcycle tyre. Looks like it's leaking, there's a nail stuck.

He looked around, there was no tire patch. Many workshops have also closed. It was almost six in the afternoon as he glanced towards his watch.

A little scared, the reason the streets around here are quite quiet. Celine prayed in her heart that nothing would bother her. Times are all difficult now, everywhere a lot of thugs who like to be lazy.

Wanted to call Fauzan but it didn't taste good. Several times he weighed. Doubtful, and finally he took the phone, started contacting the man.

"The number you are going to cannot be reached. Please check your destination number."

That's answer. Then he called again. Calling Onah, telling him he came home late because his moto was leaking. Onah told him to be careful because it was almost night.

"Alone, Mommy?" A man's voice surprised him.

She's looking. Oh God, may this be a helper. Judging from his appearance, this young man was fine. There are no tattoos or earrings and hair painted in colorful. So it seems safe.

"The bike is leaking, Mas." He pointed down.

He's nodding. His little body couldn't possibly push that far. Where the innumerable anyway.

They both walked in opposite directions from the house. Then turn towards a rather narrow alley. Celine walked in behind following the young man earlier.

"Still far away, Mum?"

"A little more, Ma'am. At the end, there is a tire patch. His mother's kasian if you push yourself, heavy," replied the man.

They arrived at a wooden house with a leaky tire patch. The man knocked on the door. A father appeared. They spoke for a while then the father took his fighting equipment.

It seems to have to be replaced. Thankfully, there was still money left over. He never brought a lot of money, even ATM special funds from donors he kept at home.

Celine sat on a wooden chair, waiting for her bike to be done. It had also been fifteen minutes and was finally finished. He paid as requested, more expensive than usual. He was thankful that someone could help. Otherwise, he would somehow come home later.

"It took me to that place, Ma'am," said the man. Both of them went down the road.

"How come this way, wasn't it the place?"

"I want to buy cigarettes" he said. Celine just follow. This young man was kind enough to help her. Then what he returned the favor, if necessary he will pay the groceries.

"Just a minute, Ma'am." The man parked the motor a little far from the stall. It's a little dark in here, quiet as it was. "Solicit money." He extended a hand.

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