Married Militant
Rich Man
Married Militant Part 4
By Sept
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[I am not a beggar. What does this guy mean? Throwing my head money? I didn't even expect thanks from him. Oh ... have the rich always been like that? Looking down on other humans who are not considered to be of the same level?]
Suddenly Levia felt something that made her uncomfortable. He cursed in the heart. His tongue could not speak any words.
"Take it!" tell yourself coldly.
Obviously Levia did not want to, for what he received the money. And again the message that accompanies the money is enough to make the ears hot. That he should not appear in front of the man. Hello ... The man may look very rich. But, above the sky was still Hitman Paris. For some reason, Levi was so clumsy himself. Raising his chin high, Levia immediately turned around and left.
"Heiii! .. hey you!" call Dirga who does not know the name of the girl smells carbolic.
"Cih .. so arrogant! Don't you work like this because you need money?" dirga's lips heard Levia's fading steps.
***
Still with a feeling of resentment, Levia walked down the deserted sidewalk. The road seems empty, there are no public vehicles at all. While grumbling, and occasionally kicking anything that blocked her footsteps, Levia noticed the end of the road. He waited for the angkot to pass.
"Where is this angkot? What else is demo?" muttered Levia while playing the bag strap. Seen near there is an ojek base. As a result, he immediately approached the ojek maker in the ijo-ijo jacket.
"Excuse me, Bang. Lebak bulus huh?"
The taxi driver who plays cards, looks up at a glance. Then continue playing cards.
Plakkkk
Levia patted Kang ojek on the shoulder, for ignoring her.
"Give it a rest, Neng! Go to that father!"
Levia glanced sharply while cursing inwardly. "Ish .. sialll!"
"Oject, Sir!" exclaims Levia to an older motorcycle taxi driver.
The man immediately gave the helmet to the customer. Unlike the younger Kang Ojek. It is more picky. I don't know if you want a girlfriend.
Mbrem ...
MGE ....
The orange-colored matic motorcycle also drove slowly, it seemed like the engine was old. Can no longer slide fast.
"Add dong, sir!" exclaimed Levia who felt they drove quite slowly because it was almost raced by cyclists on the sidewalk.
"Sorry, Neng. You can't spit. I promised my Father's wife. Don't speed anymore. Because last month ran over the satur cart."
"Stop ... stop .. stop under that stop sign, sir."
"That's, Neng?"
A few moments later.
Mbremm ....
"Handle, Sir!"
VNRR ....
The orange motorbike drove at full speed, racing all vehicles that blocked its path.
QUIN ... QUIN ...
The sound of the horn was earthy as Levia split the streets. As if that road that was building was his grandfather.
"Astaghfirullahaladzim ... Neng, don't fad." My father panicked.
As for Levia, she pressed the brakes suddenly when in front of her was a red light.
"Almost!" inner Levia.
ARBOREA ....
"Godhhh!" Levia hissed as the car behind her kissed the tail of the matic motor she was driving.
Moments later, the father panicked while holding his sore waist.
"Ohhh my bike!" The father went down and squatted down to check his motorbike.
Huff ....
"It's really good for me today, my God!" Levia took a long breath.
The girl then went down.
"Neng, where are you going? Responsibilities. The motorbike is desok!" the father held Levia's hand. Afraid of the girl running away and irresponsibility.
"Quiet, Sir! Lepasin. I want a driver!" Levia tried to let go of her hand.
After leaving, Levi directly knocked on the glass door of the red FArrari car which seemed to still be the gress. The plate is still white, it looks like it just bought.
Tok tok tok tok
"Get out!"
In the car.
"Where, Mas. Mas sih ... Kan Ve said not ready to drive on public roads!" Velia panicked when the birthday gift car from her brother was on trial. Velia is not good at driving. Because of an accident at High School. He was traumatized and nervous while driving by himself.
"Udah, relax. It's okay .. maybe a little scratch. Let's get it done!"
CLAMPS
Radika's first child came out while removing her sunglasses.
Again Levia was made to the edge. Why is he seeing cool guys flying around so freely today. While Zio, the man immediately checked the motor.
Zio turned around, he opened the car door. Then return with a check.
He gave the check to the father, because he saw the motorbike it looks like a motorcycle motorcycle ojek. Seen from the legendary father's clothes.
"Don't extend it, sir." Zio patted the father on the back. And ignored Levia who had been amazed to look at him.
Without talking to Levia, Zio got back in the car. Then ask Ve to move. Let him drive.
VUSHHHH ....
Tin tin tin
The sound of the horn was again simple, Levia immediately pulled over with the father.
"How, Sir. We take it to the workshop?"
"No. .. No need, Neng."
Levia was so kepo with the nominal check given by the rich man. Because the father's face looks radiant. He also peeked.
"God! It's got an M-Max motor!" inner Levia screamed.
"Makasi yes, Neng. The windfall."
The carpenter smiled gleefully, while Levia smiled wryly.
***
After a small hit tragedy at a red light, Levia has now arrived in front of her house. Wanted in, but he took a deep breath first.
CLAMPS
"Tuh .. Mama's son just got home!" chirps step-sister Levia.
"Creep your work!" cerocos mama Dona while ruffled waist.
"Levi's working, Ma."
"Reason! Another job! Your salary is not much. Example brother. He could give Mama a lot of money. He's younger than you. But more productive!" mommy son of Dona.
Levia immediately lowered her face, it was her sister who could love a lot of money. It works model. Lah him? Where's salable? Where is there a magazine that wants a model like Levia? Trubusss magazine plant specialists may still be thinking about it.
"There! Find a real job. Find money for Mama. Tuh .. You don't see? Mom's money is up for your papa's treatment. Please yes, don't add to the burden of mama!"
Levia could only remain silent.
"And again. Quickly clean up this house. It's free for you to be cleaning service, but the house is a mess like a ship broke!"
Levia's fingers slowly fused together, wanting to feel like she was grabbing her beautiful half-sister. He glimpsed the sister who ate kuaci by throwing garbage carelessly. Buy again over the sink. Lots of dirty dishes. Before he left, he felt that all the houses were clean. It must be that my brother brought a friend home.
"Excuse me, Ma. Aye ... Levi will fix it."
"Missy! And redeem this recipe later if all is in order. Your papa's medicine is over!"
"Good, Ma." Levia simply complied without refuting. Even though it's evil, it's still better. Than not having a mother. Evil is not a problem, at least he feels he has it. Even though Dona's mother never was fair to her children.
That's how Levia lived all this time, like ash picking in a rogues.
A few days later.
Levi is already at the on-line cleaning service office. He was joking with his friend.
"Lev! Called the Goddess!" call the other employees.
"You're causing trouble?" levia's friends are being prickly.
Levia shakes. The feeling is not at all a problem. Why was he called?
"Yes, I went to the Goddess's room first."
"Rulm, Lev. Pray that you won't get fired without a bonus?"
Levi instantly instantly went limp.
Tap tap tap
CLAMPS
"Good day, Mom!"
"Sit down!"
Levi felt an unpleasant feeling. The girl then sat down with a feeling that was already flattened.
"There are offers for you, the salary is good. You can check and read the work agreement."
Lady Dewi held out a file to Levia.
"covenant? What is this, Mom?" the girl's eyebrows pucker.
"Read it!" said the flat Goddess.
Levia's eyes immediately widened.
***
Apartment Dirga, the man was twirling Levia's phone on the table with a strange look.
Since the girl refused money from him. Dirga was looking for a phone that he believed must belong to the cleaning service. As soon as he saw the contents in the phone, Dirga suddenly contacted the on-line cleaning service service that he believed was cleaning his apartment.
A moment later, the apartment door was knocked. Together with the loud bell voice slashed all the way to the middle room.
KLEK ...
SERIATE
