Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!
Workshop Man
"Whose car?" ask Alkan to himself.
The man also got up when he saw the car door open, Alkan immediately put his phone into the pocket of the material pants he was wearing.
Calmly, Alkan walked closer to the two men who were staring at his motorbike.
''Don't don't they begat?'' guess the original Alkan in a slow voice.
''Astagfirullah, do not souzdhon Alkan not good.'' he continued.
Alkan repeatedly inhaled his coarse breath, yet he tried to calm down.
"The motor is why, Mas? why stop on this road, not afraid to begal? here prone to begal loh." said the man with curly hair and bule face.
"My motor broke down, so I stopped here, waiting for my victory." Alkan tried to explain to the man who was approaching on his motorcycle.
"Can I see the bike?" permission of the guy with curly hair.
Alkan frowned, there was a sense of doubt but at this time he needed someone who could turn on his bike.
"Mas, can you really motor?" ask Alkan bravely.
One corner of the curly-haired man's lips was attracted, displaying the paltry smile he used to display, at a new person he knew.
"The name of the repairman, yes it certainly can be. If the handyman talks people, it's usually just a hanker." sarcastically, he doesn't like to be underestimated in dismantling the machine.
"Sorry Mas, because I don't know if Masnya, understand the machine" said Alkan unpleasant.
"Hm, it's okay, I'm maklumin" he said slowly and seemed lazy, but both his hands and eyes continued to compartmentalize what was on the bike.
"This is the dead bus, take it straight to the workshop! that's the spare spark plug we used to carry, man! ride the motor to the car!" his orders were to the man who was currently opening the back door of the tow truck they were driving.
"Ready, Grumpy Boss!" a man named Suparman.
Not caring about the horror gaze of his boss, the man called Galak Boss, was seen staring threatingly at his subordinates.
"If it's not a hassle, I'm coming along." replied Alkan quickly, rather than him being here alone, could be kidnapped pretty much later.
"You need to take a shot or not, just have to come, your bike we're taking, how the hell?" exclaimed the Galak Boss.
Alkan even had to hold his breath, when he heard every word spoken by the man who had moved away from him.
"Just the name is bad, he seems really fierce" said slowly Alkan, but his steps seemed to be getting closer, to the man who was lifting the motorbike into the tow truck.
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"The motor is treated, not just dipake, fortunately new spark plugs that die, try if the dynamo and so on, what else the inside of the engine, can be great service costs." said the Galak man.
Alkan only nodded his head slowly, whether he understood it or not, the important thing was to nod.
Alkan looked seriously at the mechanic, was dismantling his motor spark plug. It turned out that the spark plug was charred, but as Alkan recalled, he often served his motorbike. Motor trail that always accompanied him when carrying out his duties, what else when Alkan had to be in charge of the rub. Hard to reach by four-wheeled vehicles, his favorite motorbike is always a mainstay, because it can be relied upon for every condition.
"ABANGGG!" the sound of a girl's loud call, made Alkan and the Galak boss turn their heads.
The Galak Boss stared lazily at the girl who was staring at the door, while the girl was seen blinking many times, when she saw who was currently with the brother.
Another girl with Alkan, the man frowned, trying to remember who this girl was. Her face was not unfamiliar, yet her current appearance was a little, sexy? using only half-thigh jeans and oversized t-shirts, made Alkan turn his eyes to the other direction.
'Pak Penghulu why here? the same decadence Bang Galak again, did he not fear at the stake, did the mouth Bang Galak venomous.' monologue the girl in the heart.
'Not this girl, who likes to buy stamps in Kang Ujang?' ask Alkan in heart.
KANG WORKSHOP
