HONEY (I Reply You)

meet the goons

On the way home, it turns out that Zira's motorbike lacks wind, now it has also shown almost seven o'clock last night, Zira had stopped by and prayed at the mosque, after which, she intends to go home to her husband, who is now also in attendance, but even the motor is short of wind on the road.

"How is it, it's night again, and I don't have a cell phone either" Zira muttered. She did not bring a cell phone when she came out of her husband's session.

"Push it, it seems not far from here there is a workshop in front" Zira said to herself as she turned down her motorbike.

Suddenly a group of thugs approached him. "Beautiful, what are you doing, are you waiting for us to come" asked the three rogue-faced thugs.

Zira doesn't care about them and still keeps pushing the bike.

"Well, it's so arrogant that it turns out to be the pretty one" one of the thugs wanted to touch Zira's face, but Zira pulled her face and still kept going, he is very lazy to serve thugs who just waste their time. Think Zira.

"What if we play for a while, like your body is cool for the three of us, yes no" said one of the thugs and then asked his two friends while following Zira's steps.

"You're right hahahah" his friend replied with a laugh.

"I don't want to, you all have ugly faces, just face first, let it look handsome, so there is an encouragement" Zira replied to the three of them while mocking.

"What do you say, how presumptuous of you" said one of the thugs and glared at Zira who looked calm and indifferent.

"Emang at home om, there is no mirror yes, bad face time like that would seduce me beautiful like gini" Zira semangkin heat up their manasi.

"Eh, little girl, watch your talk yeah, aren't you scared, the three of us, and you're alone"

"Well, as brazen as you are" they were angry.

"Astagfirulah.... I'm so tired of this bike, dong om exchange" said Zira without sin and then gave his motorbike to one of the thugs who had been following him. The thug foolishly took Zira's bike and pushed him to follow Zira's steps.

"Om this om at where the hell, kok mengeluran midnight like this" asked Zira casually.

"We are looking for victims again, find out what else" they replied.

"But his om om om om is wrong to choose prey, about him I have absolutely no money" said Zira.

"Udah, don't have much to say, catch him"

"Eit.... Later, look at it" pointed Zira at the workshop in front of him.

The three thugs patted his head, they did not realize that Zira was tricking the three of them. The three thugs even argued to blame each other because from earlier they did not immediately arrest Zira.

Zira is deliberately stalling, because she does not want to hit the thugs, for Zira to face the market thugs like that there is nothing, only Zira does not want to hurt the three of them.

" Thank you om, om, sangar.." Zira sneered at the motor and brought it to the workshop in front of her.

"Damn" said the three of them.