MISS MAFIA AND DOCTOR CHARMING

TARA'S DECISION

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

"Died seven hundred meters, the timer base si alan ...!!" Algae swore in frustration, realizing his adrenaline was getting crazier every time the timer alarm that Kim accidentally set alighted.

"Alga, calm yourself ..." Tara took the initiative to touch the shoulders of Algae that looked increasingly stiff.

"Tara, I can't ... This is crazy ...!"

Braaaakk ...!

Right at the same time, for the umpteenth time a violent collision that came from the hit of Juan Allesandro's car again hit the back of the car driven by Alga.

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

The timer alarm went off again, indicating that the distance was further eroded to six hundred meters.

"Mirh ...!!" Algae cursed out unobstructed.

"Alga please calm yourself. I'm sure you can do it .." this time Tara had rubbed her arm many times while looking straight at Algae, as if to give the woman more strength and confidence.

"Doctor Tara said it right, Miss. I'm also sure Miss is able to do it .." concluded Kim over there, trying to strengthen even though the heart is now filled with worry.

"Kim, you even know that I'm not good at maneuvering .. then how could I possibly do all that with confidence ...?!"

Kim fell silent, as the thing he feared turned out to have become the same fear for Algae.

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

"Let another five hundred meters, miss, be prepared .." said Kim resigned.

"But Kim, I ..."

"Say you can do it, Miss!"

"But I'm not ..."

"Miss ..."

"Can't, Kim ... I ..."

"I'll do it!!" tara concluded firmly, able to mediate the debate that occurred between Alga and Kim.

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

Along with Tara's sentence, the alarm timer went off again, indicating the remaining distance was only four hundred meters away.

Tara put the phone that had been in her hand on the car dashboard first, precisely on the cellphone clamp available there before she finally opened the dashboard and scrambled all the contents inside, trying to get whatever he can use in order to realize what he is planning.

"What are you doing?"

"Searching for something as an extension ..."

"You're right. I'm gonna try to prop up the gas pedal to keep it stable when you move." Tara smiled with satisfaction as she brandished the iron she found on the dashboard of the car.

"But Tara ..."

Clik.

Without waiting for Alga's approval, Tara had freed herself from her seatbelt, then her left hand passed through the body of Algae to unlock the woman's seatbelt as well.

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

The alarm timer goes off.

"Doctor Tara, the remaining distance is only three hundred meters. Are you sure you can do all this ...?" Kim said he was amazed after he had only listened to a small debate between Alga and Tara on the other side.

"Trust me, Kim, and please guide me on ..."

Kim's yellow facial skin looks increasingly pale when hearing Tara's decision. But he also had no choice but to. "Okay doctor, I'll do well!"

Tara is seen taking out her handkerchief in her pants pocket before finally bending down, trying to pass two thighs Alga sitting awkwardly in place while continuing to try to control the steering wheel.

Tara deftly tried to bind the accelerator and iron pedal that she got by using a handkerchief.

This time Alga no longer refutes, but rather he convinces himself and tries to trust Tara, especially when Alga realizes that Tara does have great skills in driving a car, and the man's skill even proved when Tara saved Alga and Mike from a bullet in the old building.

"Tara, then how can we exchange positions ...?" asked Alga who had not even dared to turn her head since she was afraid of being distracted.

'Beep ... Beep ... Bip ...'

The alarm timer that indicates the remaining distance is only two hundred meters back to sound, coinciding with Tara's head being lifted from below.

Tara looked at Alga's face carefully.

"I've tied the gas pedal. Now raise your right leg slowly. I'll hold the wheel and you'll have to get out of this chair as soon as possible. Do you understand ...?"

Algae nodded.

"On the count of three. One ... Two ... Triple ...!"

Hupp ...!

Nimble Alga immediately jumped onto the bench next to him, swapping places with Tara who then managed to occupy the steering chair.

For a moment the car was seen running zig-zag before finally Tara could again master the steering well ...

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