Intan, Tomboy Girl

Chapters. 28. A Chase With the Police

After spending a few minutes in Cafe Cinta, the two continue their journey back, either this time they will return home or still enjoy their relaxed lives.

"Where else are we going?" tanya Zaky gave me a helmet that was freshly taken from a motorcycle hanger.

"Hem, we better go home to Zaky. I'm afraid my mom will get angry. I will be threatened no longer dimasakin, know your own mother if angry. The whole house could be a warship," Intan said, a little trouble wearing Zaky's bogo helmet.

Zaky who saw it, immediately grabbed the helmet and helped pair it. They accidentally met each other face to face. The two pairs of netra meet each other. They lost a few minutes of time looking at each other.

"Ah, what the hell!" Intan snarled and pretended nothing had happened. Forgetting a little time that has just been wasted without realizing it.

"What's? embarrassed to see my pretty face?" Zaky smiled widely and deliberately made up, to humiliate Intan when caught watching him.

Nah!

Intan pinned Zaky's helmet-covered head, and immediately twisted the man's body to immediately ride his motorcycle.

"Let's go back!" take him, get on him immediately.

"Gee!" Zaky forgets something, makes Intan speechless and comes to think what Zaky has forgotten.

"What else?" a little anxious, Intan could not wait to face the man. If his mind is upset it must be beaten.

"Suddenly my stomach hurts, maybe not if you're the one who's screwed me, afraid of anything," Zaky found an excuse to prank the tomboyish girl who became his idol.

"Why does your stomach suddenly hurt? or maybe you just fucked me! later you can take a chance in the narrow-mindedness!" intan's eyes sharply looked at Zaky. Until he was cornered, and almost found out that he was trying to tease Intan.

"Eh, you don't be bad to think you keep dong with me, I've turned into a good boy, so I won't do anything. Come on, replace me!" pinta Zaky's. He got off his bike and immediately moved to the back.

"Ah, maksa! yeah, well," Intan finally agreed to Zaky's request.

"Yes!" zaky said happily. Zaki's face turned bright. I don't know what he's thinking right now.

"What?" a little hesitant, but Intan will try to be a good friend when a friend is sick and needs his help.

"Hahahah, '" murmured Zaky.

Intan started the speed of the Zaky motor, which was large and high. Little trouble. But what can't for Intan. All that smelling guy he's trying to be able to.

From clothing, style, and behavior Intan 90% is not much different from men. I don't know Minah used to be probably going to give birth to a baby boy but not so. Hehe.

Intan with the style of reinforcing the stank of the motor. Until it raises a loud noise repeatedly from the exhaust of the motor. A little noisy for other riders. But Intan's duck did not care.

One or two people had already given him advice, shouting at him, none of whom he had heard. In the right ear out the left ear. Such is his stupid and stubborn nature. All true by themselves.

Sometimes Zaky has to be extra patient to face the nature of Intan who always wants to win unilaterally.

"Eh Mas, please appreciate the other riders. The sound of the motor is noisy, explain to Mas's girlfriend!" one of the motorists repeated his words.

"Good Sir! sorry yes!" Zaky smiled as he nodded in embarrassment.

"Hey!" greet Zaky by patting Intan's busy shoulder focusing on the front road.

"What the hell!" Intan Asem's face when Zaky patted his shoulder because of the reprimand of the helmetless male motorbike behind Zaky's motorcycle.

"That's a reprimand from the man behind it. Noisy said!" Zaky advises Intan who looks stupid.

Intan just looked in the rearview mirror. Uniting the ends of his eyebrows. And his behavior was blind.

On the stand, and press the Zaky motorbike repeatedly, until all other motorcyclists feel disturbed.

"Woy! this is not the street of the ancestors! can you step aside, right? where not to give other motorists a way to pass!" the other driver shouted at Intan. When the motor driven Intan walking in the middle of the road. It was intentionally made like this.

"Washer! stop already! we'll get in trouble later! let's move aside let me screw you!" Zaky felt anxious, afraid that he would suddenly be blocked by police control, and snatched them up.

"That's really you! believe me, we won't do anything!" Intan once again confirmed that she was safe.

Zaky frowned! how could he fight Intan's words. His talk will not be to blame. Forced Zaki to shut up and not discuss again even though many other riders are disturbed by the way Intan drives the speed of his motorcycle.

Long-long the girl was slow as well, how not slow, in front there was a red light. He prepared his machine to stop slowly.

Zaky's heart, which had not calmed down earlier, had recovered, controlling his breathing in rhythm.

Near the red light of the crossroads, there was a police post on guard. Two policemen were involved in regulating the traffic.

The sound of the whistle was blown out loud. To drive the vehicle.

Unexpectedly, Intan turned on his engine and immediately increased his maximum speed .

This time cut Zaky's veins will not break and there will be no blood that pours so scared, facing the adrenaline test made Intan.

"Witho!" zaky was upset. How could he do that. Sneak a red light with seconds still running?

"Woy wait!"

"Stop!"

Pritt! priittt!! priittt!!

Zaky was scared, drowning his face above Intan's back. He wasn't ready after this.

"Haha! let's chase!" intan shouted at the two policemen who were preparing to chase with a white service man's motorbike. Intan looked back.

"Let's see Mak, what's the fate of your son after this!" zaky's lips kamit komat indeterminate. Zaky is born and inward.

Intan just laughs at the actions that endanger others. Actually Zaky did not like this attitude of his.

"Huhhhh! Mantab Zaky's.." Intan asked for an explanation from her silence while glancing at Zaky's frightened face.

There is no voice of law! Intan increased the speed of the motor, immediately Zaky was surprised and put both hands on his hips.

Intan doesn't care about the two cops behind them. Two men in white uniforms were chasing their bikes.

Zaky often looked back, and the cops were close to the bike they were driving.

"This abbice must have caught! let me just surrender," snorted Zaky with a pounding heart.

"Why are you Zak? haha," looks pale Zaky's face. "it's been mending you a strong grip, I'm about to speed!" again continue.