LITERACY

PART 28'S

In the midst of their long argument, Mahesa's cell phone has a loud disconnect with the cute but annoying little girl in front of her.

Freya who saw the flat face of the man in front of her when receiving the phone looked so relaxed, as if nothing happened that could discount the heart was snorting annoyed.

"Occo... Thanks, Bro."

"....."

"Yes, I'm going there now."

Tut's..Tut's...Tuttts...

The call ended.

"My current color is busy, we count each of the losses that are borne. After that, you can confirm how much I have to change to the number listed on my business card." Said Mahesa while presenting a piece of identification that is equipped with the address and data needed.

After Freya took Mahesa's identification, the man made a dash to pass from there. Freya stared dejectedly at the departure of the man who in her value was less responsible than before her.

The girl closely watched the identification card belonging to the annoying man earlier in her hand. Trying to read carefully and correctly.

"Mahesa Putra Pramuwijaya, 6th semester student. A student turned out, it was fitting that he looked so wrathful when I called him," he murmured.

Freya put the business card into her bag with the origin, then ordered the ojek online through an application from her cellphone. Located 1 meter to his left standing, it looks Mahesa also does the same thing as what Freya did.

Time passed but there was no sign of his order taxi would arrive to pick up. Mahesa was getting riled up in her place standing while staring at the watch on her wrist already showing at 12:45 WIB, noon.

There are still 15 minutes left for her to arrive safely in her class later. That is also if God wills, considering that sikon is currently not possible.

"Lord, please help your servant. Where's the taxi, O Allah, why don't you come?" Mahesa Grouse.

Soon Mr. Santos' class will begin, and how unlucky he is still to be stuck he's here who either has to wait until when.

"Yesh... Finally came too," Pekik Freya was excited when she saw a taxi driving towards her.

Freya stepped up quickly but was still less nimble than the young man who had clashed with her earlier. The man enters recklessly into the taxi and leaves Freya alone outside.

"Pak please walk now, to the University of Indonesia yes. I have to start the presentation in 10 minutes, sir!!" His words slightly dramatized the situation, trying to convince the driver to pass leaving Freya alone outside.

"But den, what's that outside?"

"Udah, Sir. Let's just say, he's not in a hurry, really. Kuy road."

Slowly the taxi driver began to turn on his car, and drove through the streets of the capital that had been crowded since.

"Sial was really my life today, has fallen in living alone too. Good thing it's not falling down the stairs, as the saying goes." Freya's grumbling is upset.

The girl turned towards her motorbike which was still lying shanty in the bushes as she grabbed her phone roughly from inside the bag. Yesterday her flick nimbly dialed someone's number to ask for help.

The count of seconds passed, the first ringing was heard the voice of an unpretentious man saying across there.

"Hello, Brother. Can you pick me up, right now?"

"...."

"Still on the road, I was just shaking a freak." He said in a hoarse voice as it held back the crying.

"Yes, Buruan.!! I've shared the location."

"...."

After the call was interrupted, the girl turned to stare at the plastic bag that Delan had placed on Agatha that had been damaged by the hard impact earlier.

"Lo's really lucky, Ta."

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CONNECT.!!!

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For those who have not stopped by other othor works, yuk stopped by at "Love for Marriage" the story is not less exciting than Agatha CS.