Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)
GRATITUDE
Dion immediately let go of Zahra's embrace because Zahra pushed her chest.
"Berdek, dare elo equally my friend." without cue Dion directly punch the motorcycle gang's face, helped by Alex fights can not be avoided. Making poranda cafe. They beat each other up, frightened female visitors away, but some male visitors and security tried to break up.
A few moments later the fight was over. Things are resolved peacefully. The four of them have to replace the damage that occurred in the cafe, if they do not want to replace the loss of the cafe then the four of them must be ready in jail.
"Gue will do the same calculation elo and elo." After making amends and threatening Dion, Alex and Zahra, the motorcycle gang's son leaves.
"Zahra, from now on you're out of work."
Zahra nodded with a single drop of flowing tears, then immediately she wiped it off.
"Elo crazy huh, Zahra is not wrong." protested Dion.
"He has triggered a commotion and disrupted the comfort of existing visitors" said the Cafe manager.
"Elo forgot, if I'm the best friend of the owner of this cafe. I can report elo to him." said Dion loudly.
"Unfortunately Zahra's dismissal is an order from him."
"Gue was disappointed with you two, Zahra was harassed, do you have no empathy at all!..." Dion pointed at the manager's face.
"Udah Yon, that's it. There's no point in us here." Alex pulls Dion's arm, stomping his hand until Alex's grip slips off.
"Yuk Ra, we're pulling. There are still many workplaces that can appreciate a woman." Zahra followed Dion and Alex.
"Sir, thank you for helping me" Zahra said as she arrived in front of the cafe.
"I should have called you" replied Dion.
"Come on Ra, I'll drive you home." take Alex.
"Let me go between." refused Dion.
"No, I can go home by myself." Zahra rejected the two handsome young men.
"Udah don't take it." said Dion.
"Come, Ra. I go home with you." Alex still wants to take him home.
"Gue doesn't believe in elo's brains." Dion pulled the bag tucked into Zahra's shoulder, forcing his footsteps to follow Dion.
"Since getting out of the hospital, Dion has been crazy." Alex shook his head at Dion's changed behavior lately.
***
Dion took his motorcycle and approached Zahra, who was waiting for him on the side of the road.
"Let's go up."
"Yes." Yeah." Zahra tipped a little skirt that she wore up then rested on the footing of the motor.
"Are you ready?." asked Dion.
"Ready." replied Zahra. Dion chuckled as his question was answered in Indonesian.
Dion's motorcycle seat is very slippery, especially the modification swooping forward. Making Zahra repeatedly slump forward until her arm came into contact with Dion. Zahra retreated again, but again her pelvis slumped, but Zahra's hand was holding on to the back of the bike to hold her weight but still she slumped. Touch cannot be avoided. Zahra's attitude confused Dion, so that Dion straightened his back and slightly advanced to avoid touch.
"This bike likes to steal opportunities in narrowness." Zahra Dongkol.
"Stole an opportunity in what narrowness?... It's a ngetrend, don't know."
"It's a guy mode so you can stick with girls."
"I swear, this modification has no purpose. I'm just following the style."
"Style but tacky..."
"By, ck, ck.... It turns out that you can also jutek."
"P3K box was still there?..." Zahra asked.
"There's Darma."
"Stop in the pharmacy first sister."
"Ngapain?..."
"Buy medicine for brother."
"Here, don't. It's common."
"I also want to buy water, thirsty."
"OK then."
Dion stopped his motorbike from going to Alfamidi, who was selling drugs.
After putting bread, drinking water and medicine in the cashier. Dion took out his wallet.
"Sister, let me pay." Zahra also opened her wallet.
"Astinence to a Dion in a woman's pay."
"Iisss..." Zahra poked her lips.
Zahra and Dion sat on the bench of an empty company in front of Alfamidi.
"Why?..."
"I help with the drug" said Zahra, who was holding a cotton swab that had been filled with medicine.
After a long sigh Dion closed his eyes, Zahra started smearing Dion with medicine.
"Sir Dion why do you think I got all the way?..."
"Because a woman must be kept in her honor. I don't like seeing women being abused
it's like that."
"Thank you, brother, you've let me know."
"Together."
"Sister, Dion still can't move on from Nadine."
"Udah, don't talk about him anymore. I'm not interested." said Dion although his heart still can't forget Nadine.
"Ok, okay."
Dion opened his eyes to see Zahra's face.
"Iiiihhh big brother, close his eyes." Zahra whined in annoyance, her face red blushed in embarrassment. Looks very adorable. Dion found out that behind his gentle and mature demeanor was a spoiled soul in a Zahra. Without a smile on his lips.
"If you don't want your beauty to be seen by people, why don't you wear a veil." Instead of answering, Zahra threw away her face.
"Yes, yeah.... I closed my eyes." Dion closed his eyes again.
"Udah, no need. Treat yourself at home." Zahra refuses to treat Dion again.
"I just found out that you're the one who's been snooping." Dion wasn't angry at all, just funny. A Zahra is so loh, it can be spoiled and likes to snack.
"Let's go home, brother, it's too bad." Zahra got up and left.
"The bottle doesn't eat first."
"Well, you're not hungry."
"Oh, can be so. I just found out that being angry can eliminate hunger" Dion said after riding his bike.
Now Zahra sat on Dion's back, no longer sitting sideways.
"Zahra, I feel like a suspect at gunpoint. Uh, he meant at the bottle." Dion laughed amusedly at Zahra's behavior. How not, Zahra put a bottle of mineral water on Dion's back so that he no longer slumped and came into contact with Dion.
"Let's be safe."
"Listen to your house near Cafe Ra, this is a long way away." asked Dion after a long drive.
"I moved my contract. Stop in that gate, brother." Zahra pointed at the small green archway.
"Stop brother, get down here." Dion stopped his motorbike at Zahra's request.
"Why stop here. Which house are you in?..."
"The motor must come down and be guided. The alley is small."
"Nothing, let me lead. I just want you to come home safe."
"It's safe here, brother, densely populated."
"Sister Zahra, brother Zahra, brother Zahra." the call of a little boy who was about 7 years old who was running around while calling the name Zahra. Making Dion and Zahra turn simultaneously at the origin of the voice.
"Ratiha, Nunun. Why you?.." asked Zahra to the two kids who looked panicked.
"Fatma is sick, her body is shivering."
"Innalady... Let's get over there quick."
"Yes, let's hurry up."
"Let me deliver" said Dion. Nunung sat in front of Dion, Ratih sitting in the middle between Dion and Zahra. Then Dion started to drive.
***
Dion looked around, a rickety hut that he thought was unfit for habitation because of the slums, a hut made of porous zinc. If the heat must be hot, if the rain must be wet. Zahra entered one of the rooms.
When he entered, his eyes immediately met the sick little girl, Zahra immediately approached the girl.
"Yes Allah.... Fatma, your skin is hot" Zahra said after touching Fatma's face randomly. Dion sat down and examined his forehead.
"Have you checked yet?..." Dion asked.
"No money yet" replied Ratih.
"Wait a minute, let me call the doctor."
While waiting for the doctor, Dion noticed Zahra who was so painstakingly caring for the little girl who was lying helplessly. Zahra repeatedly changed the compress on the girl's forehead. Dion realized that there were still many people who suffered more than him, Dion should be grateful for his life.
***
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