Destiny Love Nirmala

Knee Motor

...When the soul feels lost, until the road I go through looks full of mirages. The test of life that whack, as if a thorn that sank on the sidelines of the pulse. All of this turns the fragile into strong. Even though the soul is so far away....

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The hotter day was getting hotter, as a shiny car passed through the main gate to a special student parking lot. People who pass by initially do not care about the vehicle because it is not surprising that students bring private vehicles to the campus. However, the sound of the impact of hard objects instantly stopped their steps.

"What's up, let's see!" a student whose name is unknown. People who were around, flocked to the direction the sound came from.

"My motor!" nirmala screamed when she realized that the sound of the blow was the sound of her motorbike crashing. He immediately ran and approached the car that made the two-wheeled vehicle rolled.

The girl in the purple veil patted the window of the car so that the driver would be responsible for what he did. "Get out!! Hey, let's get out don't shut up!!"

Another student helped Nirmala to urge the owner of the red vehicle to get out. They patted the window glass that looked dark from the outside.

"Heh, out you!!"

"Woy... Do we need to break your car's glass?"

After various gestures for the car owner with the police number D 1234 N, finally heard the sound of an open automatic key. The door handle was pulled, Nirmala retreated to give her space. How shocked the girl was, when someone she knew came out of the vehicle in front of her. "Nala?"

"Well, it's me, why are you. Shocked? Or envious?" ketus Nala sucks. "What the hell on a scene of people just motor butut too?! Anyway yes, motorcycles like so not level are on this benefit campus!" nala Cibir.

Nirmala growled in annoyance, she thrust sharply towards her twin. "Stand my bike!"

"Okay!!" nala Sahut.

"Stand!!" repeat Nirmala.

"Once ogah, ogah!!" Nala pushed Nirmala's chest tight. The hooded girl spontaneously gripped Nala's hand further twisting it.

"Aw.." complained Nala in pain. "I'm a barbarian girl!!" nala screams at her twin sister. But Nirmala did not loosen her hand.

"I won't let you go before you apologize!!" pekik Nirmala jengah. "And you have to take the same responsibility for the damage to my bike, Nala!!"

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry" replied Nala. "Now take me off. How to help your real motorbike if my hand is held gini," great-grandson Nala grimaced.

Nirmala releases Nala's hand from the clutches. "Let's help me lift the bike!!"

Nala followed Nirmala bent down to equally pull the pinched motor. His second hand was preparing to lift the machine horse. However, Nala's cry paused the movement of their hands. "Mara?"

Nirmala turned her head to follow the direction of Nala's bead. A line appeared between his eyebrows, with the eyeballs twitching in search of the whereabouts of the man whose name was mentioned by Nala. The sexy girl smirked cunningly. Seeing Nirmala off guard like this, used to escape. He pushed roughly Nirmala's body then as fast as the wind ran away. "Pity you! Rasain's asslu nyium asphalt!!"

People just stared at the stricken Nirmala without any intention of helping her up. Until the heavy voice of a man, was heard among the crowd. "Here, I help!!"

Nirmala looked up to see who was speaking. He smiled faintly because of the man who wanted to help him, apparently the young man who had been a priest when praying at the campus musala.

"I'm the one who helped!" Bara suddenly came and reached out to Nirmala. "Zain, you will be the most anti-contact with other muhrim, why suddenly want to help Nirmala. Put your hands on again!" cynical Bara to the young man beside her.

Zain sighed, "This time it's an emergency because I saw Nirmala fall so hard earlier. And no one wants to help him. I'm sure Nirmala's having a hard time standing up."

"Hell, alibi!" bara Sergah.

"Hell up.." look at Zain.

"Basic boy!!" zain Cibir.

"Basic muna!!" balas Bara's.

Nirmala shook her head while grunting and trying to lift her body even though she felt pain in the back of the body. Nirmala got up to stand up and led her bike leaving two young men fighting for obscurity. "By the little ones do it!"

"Where's nirmala?" pekik Zain realized that the girl he wanted to help had disappeared. He follows Bara rotating his head in search of Nirmala's whereabouts. It appears that the girl was carrying her motorcycle while walking in limp.

"That's Nirmala!!" point the Bara towards the gate. He glanced at Zain for a moment. The two nodded their heads and both ran after Nirmala.

Bara and Zain had succeeded in getting ahead of Nirmala. They stood in front of the girl as she spread her hands to block her pace.

"Let our motors carry it," Bara bargained. "Later me and Zain enter your motorbike to the subscription workshop," added Bara.

Nirmala stared at Bara and Zain in turn and lowered her head. Next to his feet stomped on the ground, he was fondling about the offer presented by the two young men in front of him.

"We're sincere, don't help you." said Zain influenced Nirmala's mind.

"That's right, sumpeh!!" Bara chimed while pointing the index and middle fingers together.

Nirmala raised her face and looked back at Bara and Zain, then sighed softly. "Well, if you don't take nicotine."

"No need to take it," Bara said.

"What are you going home for?" ask Zain.

"I got on the bus" replied Nirmala.

"Oh.." reply Zain. "I take you to the front of the road, yes, until the bus is waiting to come," the young man bargained to walk ahead. Nirmala turned her head for a moment towards Bara and followed Zain from behind.

"A chance in a tight spot!" mumbling Bara was upset. He stared intently at Zain while holding Nirmala's bike.

...***...

"How many times have I confirmed, during the lecture, turn off your cell phone!!" snapped the lecturer because he heard the sound of a ringtone from one of the students' phones. And the thing that reads it belongs to the arrogant girl, Nala Susanto.

Instead of turning off the phone, Nala instead received someone's call. "What om? Go to college again!"

"Oh, okay-okay..Nala will go to the office om!"

Nala had not had time to turn off her phone connection, the lecturer had already snatched the mobile phone from Nala's hands. "Get out!!!"

Nala flinched as the sound of her lecturer's screams was right in front of her ears. He rubbed his hearing device with a face not feeling guilty in the slightest. "What the hell Sir? People are calling too!"

"Recome phones have time, Nala!!" snapped the lecturer.

"It's normal sir, no need to use all yelling! Ntar, high blood kumat loh." said Nala annoying.

...*****...