Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 7

The parking conditions of the campus are very quiet. There were only a few cars and motorbikes there.

After finishing first class, I continued second class. As a result, almost ten o'clock at night just finished.

When I was about to put my bag and laptop in, someone suddenly put a knife to my waist. And another put a knife to my neck.

I raised my hand too.

"Lo's stuff now!" asked the man who had the knife slung around my neck.

I also abandoned my intention to put my backpack in. Then close the back door.

His friend opened my backpack containing a laptop and some books that I had been using in college. While the laptop I used to work on, it's still safe in there.

"What else do you have? Wallet, cellphone? Come here!", he said again.

Without saying anything, I reached into my pants pocket and grabbed my phone and wallet.

The man laughed to see me hand over my things just like that.

When she let her guard down, I stomped her feet and also elbowed her stomach. I am not good at martial arts but to just fight of course I can.

"Bang*** ! You want to fight hah!", yelled at his friend who was ransacking my backpack. Suddenly he attacked me. Lucky I could avoid his prick.

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Amara tied up the origin of her hair while walking casually towards the parking lot. But after he got there, he saw someone who was fighting with a masked man.

The man was about to be attacked from behind. Amara quickly ran away, then kicked the man who was about to attack from behind.

As a result, one on one. And in the end, the two masked men left the location without a ba-bi-bu.

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I took off my mask, there was a slight wound on the corner of my lips that was hit by the masked man earlier. I took my backpack downstairs again.

"Well, is that okay?" asked someone who had helped me.

I looked at her, she was a girl.

"Ga anything. Thank you for helping me!", I said.

"Oh, okay! No one gets hurt?", he asked again. I don't want to look at him.

Our eyes meet.

"Lo, who didn't accidentally hit me in the hallway of the classroom right?", asked the girl.

"Oh, yes! Btw, thank you for helping me, again!", I said.

He extended his hand to me.

"Mara!", he said introducing himself. I don't want to accept his hand either.

"Alby!"

"Oh, okay. Hope to be friends after this!", said Amara.

"Lo must be working, right? You take college nights, I'm the same! Weekday, new night for college!"

Alby nodded.

"Take the S2 too?"

"Without!", I answered briefly.

"Yes, be careful next time. It's prone here!", said Amara.

"Lo... member?", I asked. He scrunched his eyebrows.

"What does this mean??" asked Amara.

"Ga. Lupain's! Thanks again!"

"OK, careful....Alby!"

"Lo be careful too Amara!", I said. The effect is that I am very weak in helping women. But I don't think she's a woman. If not the TNI police, that's the first thing I saw. Especially from his sturdy body posture like that.

Athaghfirullah! I was watching Amara!

I entered the car, along with Amara who was riding her motorcycle and gave me a horn. I also replied to her horn.

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Almost eleven o'clock in the evening, I got home. It turned out that Nabil Belom was sleeping. She was accompanied by her mother and the sleepy tea of Mila.

"Papapapp!", Oceh Nabil.

"Just a minute, papa will take a bath with papa!", I said as I left Nabil. Mak and Mila's tea to the point of not realizing my presence.

About fifteen minutes, I took a quick shower and prayed.

"Papapapp!", Nabil raved again.

"Mac, tea! Back to the room. Nabil is Alby?!", I said. Mak and Mila tea were quite surprised because there might already be me here.

"Jang, when's the return? How could Mak not know?"

I smiled thinly. I know they're tired of looking after Nabil from the morning. It was my turn to look after my Nabil.

"Udah twenty minutes ago Mother. I've made Mila tea to the room. Thanks for taking care of Nabil!"

"Maneh mah sok is by!" said Mila tea. Then they both went to their rooms. Nabil I took it in my arms to the room.

My fatigue was gone when I heard and saw Nabil laughing cheerfully like this.

"Papa makein milk, Nabil bobo ya!", I tried to give understanding to Nabil. Thank goodness my baby did. She just slumped while playing her legs as I made milk for her.

After I make sure the temperature of the milk is right, then I hand over the bottle of Nabil milk. And glad he accepted it.

Already independent, Nabil does not want me to hold the bottle. As I nodded, I patted his ass. I also lay down beside him. Before I check the diaper, who knows it's full. Apparently not. So, I can sleep more calmly.

Nabil had closed his eyes when the milk in his bottle had not run out. I wiped the rest of the milk on Nabil's cheeks and lips.

I kissed her and then I read three letters. Then I blow it on him. That was my routine before I went to bed with Nabil.