Sad Boy With Tomboy Girl

Four thugs

When I just understood the taste of love, that's where I know what it means to be upset because it's kept a girlfriend.

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The ringing sound of a cellphone in his bag while he was driving made the owner pull over his motorbike and take his cellphone in his bag.

Frowning saw the number on his screen while he no longer wanted to be in touch with the man who called him, it was quite once he met this man.

did not want to answer and would put his phone back in the bag, but he paused when he saw the phone rang again.

He breathed heavily and began to pick up the phone in a crisp voice.

" What's up.!" citra.

" Mama I'm looking for you, where are you." she asked from a phone call, making Citra frown and stare back at her phone because Citra thought maybe the one who called this was wrong number.

" Hello.!" he said it again from the phone.

" You're on the wrong side, I'm not your sister" Citra replied and turned off her phone.

" Crazy man, what do you think I am your sister. Pakek in cariin mama all." grunted, and annoying when he saw his phone rang again with him who still called him.

" I'm not ad-." Not yet had time to speak at length Citra began to fall silent when she heard the voice of women.

" Image image dear! this is Mama, your future in-laws." said quickly from there, making Citra round her eyes and look back at her phone.

" Prospective in-laws! I'm not a mother's child's lover.!" he murmured with a hardened face.

" Hello Citra.! hello, hello.!!" the sweep again with a little hard to make Citra jerk small and directly back to stick her phone in her ear.

" I-yes Ma." Citra replied with a gurgle.

" Where are you dear." she asked there.

" Picture again on the road, what is tan-ma" he said who was not used to calling people's mama, what else is new to know.

" Mama misses you, Tomorrow comes to the house Yes Let's go home to work at Rizal's pick up." pinta Mama Rizal makes Citra scratch her head, confused to answer what.

If he refuses he will hurt a mother, if accepted he is lazy to meet a crazy man.

" Want ya baby.!!" the door again from a phone call with a clear voice, making Citra limp and can not refuse it.

" Yes Ma, tomorrow Citra will come to your home. Mama gave me the address." said Citra, making on the other side smile happily.

" Let's go home from work to pick Rizal up, baby" said Mama Rizal, making Citra pursed her lips.

" Yes ma." she replied weakly.

" Yes dear, be careful on the road do not speed when driving" said Mama Rizal with great attention to his prospective daughter-in-law.

" Yes ma." Citra replied "Good night Ma." he said again.

" Good night dear." she replied from there before ending her call.

Exhaling heavily as the call ended, and slightly smiling as the other person's mama was so attentive to him. A message was heard and he opened it before he put his phone in the bag.

" Give me your workplace address, tomorrow afternoon I'll pick you up." wrote Chat from Rizal, making Citra unwilling to give you the address of her place of work, Reply to Rizal's chat until sent and put his phone in the bag and start running the motor again to immediately go home.

While in the other place, can only resignedly see his mother who was so happy because Citra did not refuse his request for tomorrow to come to his house.

Again he had to play a show in front of his two parents and had to do it so that his mother felt happy.

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" Why did you come to my house" asked Dhira who stared intently at Dava.

" why? can't I play in your house." Dava asked.

" Can't." she answered tightly.

" He's good." replied Dhira, standing up from his seat and about to leave in front of Dava before he finally looked back at Dava.

" Can I see Alex" said Dava, long staring at Dava until Dhira just returned with a smile and walked back again leaving Dava staring at his disappearance.

" If you smile it means you'll let me." muttered Dava smiling, sipping back his drink before he returned to the racing society.

Reunited with his club friends and held a race with Dhira who now has refocused.

The quiet streets in the east ring are always full of young people for wild races and sometimes there is also a lot of stunt there.

again and again as before Dhira saw the car that was stopped by two motorcycles with four people.

Dhira couldn't possibly fight so much that he got a little away from contacting Dika, telling him to come to the location as quickly as possible before the begals attacked the person in the car.

Dhira sees an old man who starts to get out of the car with a baseball bat and will fight four scruples carrying sharp weapons.

Four on one and the old man started to fall down when one thug hit him on the back, surprised to see an old woman who got out of the car and would help her husband but was confronted by two thugs who looked at him like thirst.

Drive the motor fast and stop right behind the car.

Removing the helmet, hitting the head of the thug who was about to hit the old man with his helmet and the thug fell down with a bloody back head due to the blow of Dhira's hard helmet.

Seeing his partner hit by a girl to fall made the three thugs growled and they began to step toward Dhira.

" Borrow the stick" said Dhira and took the baseball bat next to the old man who grimaced in pain, only smiling and nodding as Dhira asked for his permission.

" lt.!!" sobbing his wife as she approached her husband who was sitting below leaning on the car.

" Papa doesn't papa Ma" he said with a smile.

Three-on-one with Dhira who has yet to attack while the thug is fussing around looking for a sidelines to hit Dhira.

Paying attention to the three thugs' movements and taking a quick glance when one thug will attack him until Dhira starts hitting the thug with a stick in the hand that carries a sharp weapon until the sharp weapon falls.

Back again hit the other thugs when the thugs were about to attack.

" Be careful!!" shouted the couple to commemorate Dhira.

Dhira who is too focused on giving up two thugs forget the one thug behind him and hit him with a stick to make Dhira fall down.

Lucky the three thugs did not so ganged Dhira and ran fast when he saw a bunch of motor sport will approach them.

Club friend Dhira Runs quickly to Dhira who sits down and helps him to stand up.

" you're not papa Dhir.?" ask Kenzi.

" I'm not papa." Dhira replied by moving his back.

" You've been told not to fight first, wait for us to come can be" said Dika who was worried about the state of Dhira.

" You were a long time ago fool.!!" dhira exclaimed, and began to walk over to a couple who were staring at them.

" Are you not papa." asked Dhira crouched down.

" We're not papa." said the old man. "thank you son." he said again.

" Together" Dhira replied with a smile.

" Bima, please take them home." ask Dhira to one of his club friends and nod Bima and bring two friends to follow him from behind.

Ask the couple to sit in the passenger seat with Bima who is the driver.

Staring at the glass window, watching the girl who had helped herself and her husband and had made her aware when she had met him at the moll. Smiled as the old woman started to like tomboyish and brave girls.

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