Guards For The Princess

Chapter 9: Have a SIM?

"Well, I understand what you want to say. In that case, I will speak as usual and will call you Nak Ardian from now on. But you also have to do it. I mean, you should stop calling me Mr. Angkara. Call me Uncle Adam from now on." The eyes of Angkara Adam were quite excited, for a while, he was content to be involved in the role of keeping one's identity a secret.

Meanwhile, Ardian Prasetya who did not know what was on Angkara Adam's mind only nodded in confusion. He then followed Arnold Ken to the building's parking lot.

Many luxury cars are seen in the parking lot, ranging from Genesis, Porsche, Buggati, to Lamborghini. One can easily say that most of them are employees' private cars, as there are a lot of stickers and interior modifications in them.

From this, Ardian Prasetya can tell that Angkara Murka Grub pays their employees very well and this means that the profits they make per year are not enough to spend on their own. It seems that the salaries of tens of thousands are not much to just hire their Young Miss's personal bodyguard.

Under the guidance of Arnold Ken, Ardian Prasetya reaches the highly maintained black Lexus LM. Ardian Prasetya did not know if the car was newly purchased or the driver was very careful. The car is very clean and smooth, it looks exactly like new.

"Young Master, please get in the car." Arnold Ken said as he opened the front passenger seat door. "Hm? You want me to sit in the front passenger seat? Then, what about Young Miss?" asked Ardian Prasetya after hesitating.

"Ah, don't worry. Young Miss is always sitting in the back seat." replied Arnold Ken, "He's got a big bag. So, it was uncomfortable for him to sit in front."

Ardian Prasetya could only nod in agreement as he got into the car. Arnold Ken then drove the car out of the underground parking lot. They were greeted with respect as their car passed through a security post at the entrance of the parking lot.

Arnold Ken is a very experienced driver. Unlike Ardian Prasetya, who only learns to race and fal-ugalan. Arnold Ken is a law-abiding driver. Ardian Prasetya had no choice because his grandfather asked him to learn to drive a car if at any time the motor that Ardian Prasetya used could not be used.

In his rigorous training, Grandpa Prasetya made use of it for wild racing and made money from it. Despite knowing she was being taken advantage of, Ardian Prasetya had no choice but to comply. As his grandfather said, if he could not use his bike and the conditions at that time were not favorable for him, he had to take a step back and switch from motor to car to be one of the escape methods he was obliged to have.

Along the way, Ardian Prasetya focused with his surroundings. In the future he will often cross this path. So, he had to memorize every detail they went through and do a little simulation of what might happen on this street. Being the bodyguard of the Young Miss of the Angkara family is certainly quite challenging, there will be cunning people who are eyeing her to benefit from the Angkara Murka Grub.

As her bodyguard, Ardian must make sure nothing is missed from her eyes, and nothing can escape her reach. He had to go further with the surrounding terrain and try to find the best escape routes, hiding places, and—

"Do you know how to drive, Young Master?" Arnold Ken who saw Ardian Prasetya just silently beside him decided to ask when they stopped at the red light.

"Yes, slightly. However, I prefer to carry a two-wheeler," replied Ardian Prasetya honestly. In his heart he had little hope that Arnold Ken would tell this to Angkara Adam and get the rich man to buy him a motorcycle.

"Then, do you have a SIM?" Arnold Ken doesn't question Ardian Prasetya's driving skills any further. He knew how much the Chairman of Angkara trusted this man.

"Of course not." Ardian Prasetya exhaled and shook his head. Although he knows how to drive and may even have a high level of wild racing experience, he has absolutely no license. After all, he had always been assigned to a chaotic region, where blood was shed without ethics. What good is a driving license, if humanity alone is trampled?

Ardian Prasetya subconsciously became a little relaxed, he chuckled and said, "I am indeed eighteen years old, but I still haven't got a chance to get it."

There was spirit in Arnold Ken's eyes when he heard it. "Good, give me your identity card, Young Master. I'll make the license necessary for you. So, if at any time I am busy with the President, you can pick up Young Miss back home!"

The car stopped near a school that looked very fancy. When they arrive, Arnold Ken explains, he usually waits here because they are not comfortable driving until school. Ardian Prasetya nodded his head in agreement, he understood that this car would certainly be too flashy and might not have a good influence if the students saw it.

From the documents given to Ardian Prasetya earlier, he understood that SMAN South East Published is a Private school that falls into the best category. However, unlike the elite private schools run by other conglomerate families, these schools still accept students based on the results of entrance exams. There might indeed still be some sons and daughters of wealthy families coming in using connections, but most of the students here entered with their own expertise.

Because there are three large families that support the Southeast Published SMAN. Everything in the school, from the facilities to the staff is much better than any other school. That's why schools have managed to maintain their high promotion levels over the past few years.

Ardian Prasetya understands that their ad calling this school one hundred percent clean is not an accurate representation. In fact some rich and spoiled students can still enter using the power of their parents, even though their grades are not good enough. Then, there were other cases like her.

At that moment, the school bell sounded. When Ardian Prasetya heard it, he was a little dreamy. It had been a long time since he had heard such a sound. Recalling the gloomy past was pointless, he patted her on the cheek in order to refocus and began to observe the school square.

Not long after, the students began to scatter out of the classroom blocks. Not all of them wear school uniforms. This is because the school is not too tight with the clothes of its students as long as there is no important event.