My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapter 3. What Can I Serve You, Sir?

The two young men in the Cadillac car were unceasingly laughing about the events that happened moments ago in the campus parking lot. While another person was driving, showing a sour look.

They are Nicholas and his two friends, Alastair and Aegon.

"Breng with you!" maki Nicholas's. "You're satisfied to see me slapped by a girl?"

"That's very satisfying, Nic. What's more, what slapped you was a girl who was ... nobody" said Alastair, whose hair was black and gray.

"Damn you!" gush Nicholas.

"I just saw him on campus. Who is he, Nic?" ask Aegon.

"You think I know? He suddenly hit my car with that ugly bike."

"Why is he asking for compensation?"

"Because he's stupid. Stupid Girl. Just wasting my time."

Alastair and Aegon laughed together. "But the girl was brave enough, huh? Does he not know who you are?"

Nicholas hissing. "Maybe he just got out of goa or something" he said.

Back Alastair and Aegon chuckled. "But that was quite entertaining."

"Ah, thank you, Al. Nice to cheer you up, Baji ngan!" maki Nicholas's. Congolese heart. It's a shame what he just experienced. Fortunately only Alastair and Aegon saw him slapped by the girl. Almost his reputation was destroyed if many people on campus witnessed the incident.

"Let's drink somewhere" said Aegon.

"Yeah, good idea, Bro," Alastair said with a big smile.

"How about we have a drink at the Red Distric?"

"No, no, no! Don't bar my family's. Damn Peter Crouch is gonna report me to my mom." Nicholas shook his head hard.

Alastair and Aegon. "You're your mother's son!"

"It's not like that, Breng sek! I was lazy to argue with that old lady!"

"Yes your mother forbid you to drink? Geez! He's a colossus" muttered Alastair.

"No prohibiting. It's just, you know that if I've had a drink, I'm having a hard time stopping. And I have to vent this ...." He pointed at something between his thighs.

"So what?"

"My mom doesn't like me to play girls. Anyway, find another bar. Don't belong to my family, you idiot!" Nicholas hits the head of Alastair.

"Okay, okay ...." Alastair raised both hands in surrender.

The three decided to have a drink at a small bar on the outskirts of Edinburgh. The bar is pretty much hidden from people's eyesight. Nicholas could do anything without spies from his family who were everywhere.

The Johanssen family was an aristocratic family that still held high regard for good names. Nicholas' two older brothers, one boy and one girl, all behaved well. Only the youngest, Nicholas, makes his parents almost desperate to face his depravity.

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Dara led her badly damaged bike to a car repair shop not far from the restaurant where she worked. His intention, wanted to ask for help from his friend who worked there. Perhaps the fate of his bike can still be helped.

"Holy Cow, Dara. What happened to your bike?" The one who spoke was Braden. His friend, whom he first met after a few weeks of living in Edinburgh.

Braden worked in this car repair shop and they met at a cafe across the street, at lunchtime. From that moment on, the two were familiar. Braden helped Dara adjust to everything in this foreign land.

"Can you fix it?" ask Dara expectantly.

Braden, the owner of wavy hair that was never combed neatly, checked the state of Dara's bike. "It's bad. Seems to have been deliberately damaged. Is there some crazy guy who did all this?"

"Wow! Really crazy people," said Braden riled. "You're gonna have to ask for damages, Dara. It's gone too far."

Dara took a deep breath. Of course he wants to ask for compensation. But, he was already lazy to see that arrogant bastard's annoying face. Arguing with him is a waste of energy.

"You can fix it, Braden?"

Braden stroked his chin. "You know, Dara, I used to take care of the car and everything. If the bike ...." He was washing lips. "I'll try. Just leave it here."

Dara was excited. Unknowingly he rushed into Braden's arms because he was too happy. "Oops! Sorry," he said shyly while pulling himself.

Braden grimaced while scratching his head. He has not promised anything yet. But, Dara had already pinned great hopes on him.

"I tried, okay?"

Dara nodded with excitement. But, a moment later his face pouted. "But it won't be expensive, will it?" tanyakanya.

Braden. "No need to think about it, Dara," he said.

Dara looked at her smile. "Thank you, Braden," he said. "Owh, I gota go to work" he continued, checking the watch on his wrist.

"See you, Dara. I'll let you know." Braden waved his hand.

Dara welcomed Braden's hand as he turned his body out of the workshop. The girl ran towards the restaurant where she worked, which was only two buildings apart from Braden's workshop.

A restaurant that serves Scottland specialties. Four months he worked there, as a part-time employee because he had to divide up with college hours.

"Become, you're ten minutes late." Her superior, Helen, a white woman of lush stature pointed at the watch in her hand.

"Sorry, Helen, I have to put my bike in the workshop" Dara defended while wearing her black apron.

"I don't want to know. Don't repeat, okay?"

"Yes, Helen." Dara rushed to pick up the menu book and hurriedly stepped towards the restaurant visitor who had since raised a hand calling the waiter.

A busy afternoon for Dara, as always, caters to the many visitors it wants. He did not even have time to sit for a while loosening his leg muscles that began to tighten. Downstream take notes and deliver orders to the tables of restaurant visitors.

"Hey! The waiter! Comehere!" call someone from the right side of Dara.

Dara immediately finished the order note from the table she was managing and turned her body towards the visitor who had just called her. His eyes were round when he found out that the one who called him was Nicholas, with a woman in his arms, and the old man he saw on campus this afternoon.

"Surprise, surprise!" Nicholas who looked a little surprised saw Dara, clapped his hands.

"You see who this is? The Stupid Girl," licked Nicholas. The grin on his lips indicated that he suddenly had bad intentions.

"What shall I serve you (What message would you like), sir?" Dara tries to be professional and not be hooked by Nicholas's annoying behavior.

"Well, serve me on bed, of course (Yes, serve me on the bed, of course)," chuckled Nicholas. "I need one more girl" he continued.

Alastair and Aegon were stunned to hear Nicholas' indecent remarks to Dara. While Dara tried to muffle the rumbling in her chest. As forcefully as he held his fist so as not to land on Nicholas' face.

"Hows it? You accept my offer? Come on, I can pay you many times your salary here for a few months" Nicholas said with his innocent face.

"Excuse me, Sir. Can I borrow the glass for a minute?" dara asked for permission from a middle-aged man at the next table.

Byurrrs

"Wooow! Holy F fucking S hit!" Alastair and Aegon are strangled together as Dara flushes the water inside the glass with a bang to Nicholas' face.

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