Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

17. Nusa Indah Housing Complex

Fionns

I quickly put the things I had taken carelessly on the shelf in front of me. I don't care if I don't put it back in the right place. My attention and concern now only centers on the girl who is receiving change from the guy who was smiling at me.

Hm. The interaction between the two looks too familiar. Does Kimaya know that guy? Who her?

I didn't get an answer to my own question because Kimaya was already walking out of the bookstore.

Shxt. I can't lose him.

I followed in the footsteps of the girl by coming outside while keeping a safe distance. I am also careful with my work. Don't let people think of me as a creep who wants to harm Kimaya.

I obviously don't want him to be wretched. I can say I want to make him happy with the offer I will give. Because hell to the lo! Who wouldn't be happy if given a wad of money?

Although he must agree to do my duty first, but I am sure the amount of money will be very, very, very worth it.

I got into the car and noticed the girl standing on the side of the road. What's he doing there?

Suddenly he raised his right hand and the skinny arm swayed. A car with an open door stopped in front of him.

Ah, it turns out he's waiting for the angkot.

Well. Okay. I immediately started the car engine.

Just like I was trailing Kimaya, that's how I was intending the bright green car in front of me. While watching the road, I also marked the car. In case the angkot with majors number 114 is at any time lost from sight.

The color is bright green. Department number 114. There's a sticker that says "No woman no cry, no money no Honey" on the bottom right of the car's rear glass.

God bless the angkot driver's soul for comforting me with the slogan he stuck there.

Yeah, you are so very right, Mr. Driver. You got no money? No Honey for your broke as fxck xss then.

It seems like God is siding with me today because there is nothing in the way of a meaningful barrier between that car and Cheri. When he stopped to drop off the passengers, I also stopped a few meters behind him. When I stop the red light, I can always catch up and get back in a car or two behind it.

I followed it until it stopped at a junction and Kimaya got down from there. After paying, he started walking inside.

Okay. I think it's a junction going into his house. At the intersection, after I drove closer, there was a large gate with the words "Dirgahayu 77th Republic of Indonesia" in red and the words "Nusa Indah Housing Complex" it was painted white underneath.

Hm.

I decided to let Kimaya walk some distance first before following her with my car. I don't have any other choice. I don't want to get out of the car. In addition to the intense heat out there, it seems like the sun is very eager to show teeth, I also do not have the heart to leave Cheri on the side of this road alone. I don't want any ignorant hands poking at him or thinking of taking him away from me.

No, no, no. I will not let anything bad happen to my beloved.

"Please, Cheri. I won't leave you" I whispered as I patted the steering wheel gently and affectionately.

Back to Kimaya's business.

Now I can see it better and overall. The physical appearance is in accordance with what is in the photo. However, now I can pay attention to this girl's body language.

From behind, I can see his steps are firm and definite and I can also interpret it as a form of his confidence. She must be feeling so sure of herself. If what Aldi said was true, it means he deserves to behave like that. I am sure I will be more songgong than I am now if my brain is really smart until I can jump class twice skillfully.

Be. While sucking, the Cheri still moves to follow the steps of the long-haired girl in front there. Before long, he turned left in front of a simple iron fence.

Oooh, so this is his house. I nodded after taking a quick glance at the number hanging on the front wall.

Nusa Indah housing complex block A number 20.

I immediately stored that information in my brain and cell phone.

Suddenly there was a knock on the windshield of the car door that clearly made me half-deadly shocked. Almost my phone slumped from my grasp. When I looked to the right, I met Kimaya's frown.

The holy fxcking shxt. Busted up!

He knocked on the door again. To make sure I wanted to work together, he banged even harder.

Oh, no. Cherie!

I quickly put down the glass before he had time to do another persecution of Cheri.

"Down lo," said Kimaya. The tone used is so contrary to the heat of Jakarta.

Of course I directly obey.

Outside, Kimaya was already waiting with a serious look and a defensive position.

Fxck. You can do this, Fionn. You can handle this.

I turn off the engine before I get out of the car. I closed the door gently.

We finally stood face to face.

The girl in front of me is tall, even her height can be said to be above the average Indonesian woman, but her height is still nothing compared to the one hundred and ninety-two centimeters belonging to me. The top of his head just reached my shoulder.

He looked up in order to maintain our eye contact.

For some reason, from my view, she looks very...cute with wrinkles on her forehead and the base of her nose.

Shxt. I can think of Kimaya as cute at a time like this.

Kimaya had not yet opened her mouth, someone called her name from the direction of home. I immediately looked over, defeated by curiosity.

That someone was a middle-aged woman wearing a span skirt and a long-sleeved sweater.

Is that woman his mother?

"May, your mother called. Please bring your friend in. He said he was eager to meet the young man."

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