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DTPH 09: On the Roadside

"Eh Bim, why is this our car?"

Vishnu was a little surprised when he felt there was something unusual about the car he was riding. Suddenly this car feels a little shabby like a car that has a flat tire. With a swift, Bima immediately pulled over the car he was driving on the shoulder of the road and intended to find out what had actually happened.

"So sir, let me take a look first."

Bima got out of the car. The tall and well-built man began to inspect each of the tires of the car. His feelings said that something was wrong with the tires of this car. And sure enough one of those tires had a leak.

"How's Bim? What happened to this car?"

As if impatient to find out what happened, Vishnu came out of the car. His heart was filled with anxiety because he was too late to attend a talk show held by his alma mater, where he was invited to speak.

"And our car leaked sir. So that we have to replace it first, then we can continue our journey."

Vishnu's face looks riled up and so pias. Many times he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. It was over half an hour from the invitation he was supposed to attend. Even though there is only a little more distance that he must travel to be able to deliver it to the alma mater, but even get an unexpected obstacle like this.

"Geez, now I have to how's Bim? I'm already too late. They must think of me as someone who doesn't value time."

Vishnu was very worried about what people would think of him. So far he is known as someone who is always ontime. But this time he was sure if people's perceptions began to differ slightly to him. Especially those who are in the place where he used to get the knowledge to become the provision to achieve his success today.

Vishnu's views circulated, looking carefully at the surrounding conditions. Separately, none of them saw a vehicle passing by. There is only a field that seems to be a field owned by the village that is commonly used to play football. And only the sound of rustling leaves flying in the wind.

Bima the assistant also seemed to be thinking about something. He also tried to find a way for his boss to get out of what was happening.

"Master, you better order an ojek online only. It will be much more effective and efficient to be able to get you to school. And, before you order an ojek online, it's a good idea for you to contact the school first, to let you know that you're late."

For some reason in this condition, Vishnu felt that Bima was much smarter than him. His assistant was so quick to find a solution to what happened to him. A knot smile rose on Vishnu's lips and he reached into the pocket of his pants to pick up the cell phone he kept there. The man started contacting the school.

After contacting the school, Vishnu intends to order an online ojek via one of the applications on his phone. But unfortunately thousands of darling, even the ease does not seem to want to approach Vishnu. Many times he tried to order ojek online but as much as that he also got a notification that in his place of standing is currently one of the locations that are rarely visited by drivers.

"How Master? Did you get your online taxi?"

Vishnu just shook his head slowly while shuffling his hair in frustration. "Not even a driver is around Bim!"

Bima flabbergasted. He had to rack his brain to get the boss out of a situation like this. If you have to wait for him to change the tires of this car will certainly be very late. The personal assistant could only walk to and fro while thinking of a way out for the boss.

In between the confusion he felt and his ironing pacing activity, Bima's tail accidentally caught the shadow of a motorcycle driven by someone. And even happier, the motorcycle was pointing towards him. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, he shifted his body slightly and began to block the speed of the motorcycle by waving his hand.

Ckiiittt....

The sound of the brake squeaks. A woman about forty-five years old stops her matic scooters.

"What's up, sir? Why did you suddenly stop me? You want to cut me off? Just be careful if you dare to scuttle me. I'll get a hammer from the trunk of the motor to hit you in the head!"

The woman almost nearing middle age was looking towards Bima with an intimidating look. He was seen showering Bima with a series of questions covered by a threatening tone. He was reminded of the begal motor who lately often do the action in a quiet area like this. And he thought that the man standing before him was one of the members of the plot.

Bima and Vishnu look at each other. Both of their eyes were wide and perfectly rounded. Maybe in their minds they both think how they can be considered as members of the plot of the begal motor.

Vishnu is busy monologuing in the heart. He thought the woman driving this matic scooter had never met a begal in person. So consider a stranger who confronted him as a begal or criminal.

What the fuck is this mom? There are times when the motorbike has above-average facial good looks like this. Usually, the begal has a scary face like a prison bang that is on one of the criminal news programs on one of the television stations.

Not much different from Vishnu, Bima also monologued in the heart. He was very surprised because there was someone who considered him as a begal, when viewed from any side he did not deserve to be called a begal.

"Sorry Mom, if what I'm doing is surprising and shocking. But here I reiterate that we're not exactly what you think."

The woman smiled obliquely and stared at the faces of Bima and Vishnu alternately with a cynical look. "Hey Sir, if you're going to trick me with this outfit you're wearing, you're wrong. Nowadays there are also many begal who wear formal clothes like this. So don't fuck with me yeah."

The woman remained steadfast in her stance. Considered Vishnu and Bima as members of the begal motor plot. This time he was stopped by two men in the middle of a road like this. Because usually the one who confronted him was one of the neighbors who collect debt.

Bima sighed a little deeply and slowly he exhaled. He was confused to explain how. In the end he chose to directly express his purpose and purpose.

"Mom, I stopped Mom from asking for help. This boss of mine will be filling out an event at one of the SMKs near here. But suddenly one of the tires of this car broke. Want to ride an online motorcycle but do not get a driver. Because it just so happened that Mom passed by this place, I wanted to ask you to help me get my boss to the destination."

The woman rolled her gaze towards one of the car tires that pulled over on the shoulder of this road. Not long after, he again stared fixedly at the faces of two men who were standing. And he just believed that these two men were not as bad as what was in his mind.

Oh my.... What a perfect creature of Your creation. This man looks mature and charismatic. If only my son had not been bound by an appointment with my husband's best friend's son, I would have asked for his mobile number and I would have given it to my son.

The woman was fixated on seeing the good looks of the man who had just not voiced this at all. The cold impression of this man actually further adds to the level of charm that he has. That is what makes Vishnu Bima amazed.

"Mom, you're okay, right?" bima said as he waved his palm in front of this woman's face.

The woman gasped a little. He opened his eyes to gain consciousness. "Yes, I'm fine. I'll take this father to his destination. But before that, come with me to deliver lunch for my husband first in the workshop at the end of the road there. How's it?"

Without thinking long Vishnu nodded his head. Instead of wasting more time, he obeyed what was Mother's plan. "Okay ma'am, I'll go with Mom."

"Yes, let's get on!"

The woman shifted her body slightly backwards. And Vishnu took the front position and prepared to advance this bike.

"Bim, I'll stay. Later if you have finished changing the tires of this car, quickly follow me at school!"

Bima nodded steadily. "Good Sir. When I'm done I'll catch up with you."

Vishnu turned on the motor. He drove this bike slowly. Slowly, the shadow of his body disappeared from Bima's vision.

Waaaoowww this man's back is so well proportioned and fragrant his scent is really very intoxicating. It turns out that it is different perfume that is used by the rich with the people of duafa like me. Already handsome, fragrant, dashing, ouhh make me a half-dead persimmon. Uppss... Hihihihi mas Sutha, I'm sorry. I think I have a new idol besides you.

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