The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 22 Successfully

Zen heard the faint statement of Farhan inside the living room that he had just left. Axel became very unwell, he saw Zen's face immediately moody, his head immediately lowered.

Axel tried to divert attention during the trip to the airport, but Zen remained on the original expression, not excited like the beginning of the meeting.

Finally Zen took off Axel in front of the arrival gate. He also received a guidebook listing the important contacts of the staff working in Axelo khan's showroom.

"Trial period for three months, even though I was in Jakarta but the showroom was still you who managed. Don't forget to sign the employment agreement my secretary submitted later, you keep a copy. Good luck, Zen," said Axel patting Zen's arm and waltzing away towards tunnel boarding.

"Ehm. Thanks," Zen replied briefly, while grasping the black-coated book he had just received.

Zen did not say much, just waved his hand and chose to leave the airport immediately. He's going to the workshop today to leave BDZ to Reyhan while he runs Axel's trust.

On the way to his workshop. Farhan's words rang. Zen's heart felt a tightness. Feeling unable to continue the speed of the vehicle because his mind was in a state of turmoil, he pulled the bike away for a moment.

Zen opened the helmet that covered his handsome face, then breathed a rough breath.

"Ah, haven't started a battle yet, have lost sosor first. Farhan is winning in appearance so it is easier to accept times yes," complained Zen, staring at the pebbles carried by the red ants even though they were not lined up on the wall.

"Maybe it's not time I think it's time so same God in intercept first the way. Perboden, Zen, prince back. Okay, just focus on college."

Zen took a deep breath and put on his helmet again. As he was about to pull the gas lever, he chanted a single song.

"Stupid must have meteeeeuuuu..."

In Zen's shadow, Olivia's family must be rejoicing. Farhan is a suitable figure for Mr. Arief's daughter.

Before long, the roar of Zen's special motorbike engine arrived at the workshop. Reyhan has just finished working on a student-owned vehicle and is about to finish another one. Zen waited patiently as he sat propping his chin behind the glass display case. He let Reyhan handle everything by himself.

An hour later.

Reyhan smiled cheerfully, since the morning his workshop was always crowded. Not grateful that other people are affected by apes but more on feeling happy to help them in trouble.

"Zen, Alhamdulillah, the results began to be quite yes," excited Reyhan sat next to Zen while sipping coffee that was already cold.

"Alhamdulillah. Rey, I want to have a serious conversation about this workshop," said Zen, looking at her with his eyes at Reyhan.

"Ehm, by the way, I was horrified" Reyhan replied, now his gaze glared far towards the road.

Zen sighed. It was hard to leave the place he had pioneered for so long, but this might be a path to change of fate and prestige.

"You manage this workshop well as always. Free weekly or daily reports, your wages do not forget to be taken immediately before your sweat dries. I don't want to delay your rights" Zen said, bowing his head.

Reyhan was surprised, he was worried that Zen would return to the path of darkness like before. "Where are you going, lo?" ask Reyhan scared.

"Running the mandate of an old friend, watching the business showroom big motor and scooter matic cake usually it," said Zen, still looks upset.

Reyhan stroked his chest even though it was fieldless. "Alhamdulillah, I think back to the past," Reyhan said in relief.

"Past, let your past be your own, do not reveal it, nor do you miss me...." Zen even sang the queen song.

Reyhan bobbing head. He touched Zen's forehead. "At least you are, Zen," he laughed, followed by Zen.

Another explanation Zen spoke to Reyhan before handing everything to his best friend. Business is business, he does not want to be equally khilaf or even friendship to be damaged.

The two men, agreed on the agreement written in each hand and signed and exchanged copies to be stored by them one by one.

Zen then asked for permission to go home, wanted to go to the cafe to learn SOP (standard operating procedures) owned by Axel which is stored in a flash, a bundle with the notebook earlier.

By Asar, all his work was done. He'll be preparing for a thesis hearing in three days.

The next morning, Zen headed to the showroom location, got acquainted with some of the staff and saw the entire building as well as the room. Accompanied by a beautiful secretary, Zen begins a room tour.

Formal clothes, neatly arranged hair, shiny shoes are also typical of the child of the bourgeoisie, increasingly affirming the good looks that djamkan figure of Omar Zen. No one would have guessed that he was a former street kid.

The day passed very quickly, Zen began to get used to the new conditions of his workplace. Axel was still guiding Zen when he encountered difficulties and the prestige of asking his secretary.

Go to trial time.

Omar Zen, not sitting in the waiting room. He walked back and forth while occasionally touching the well-groomed hair. This condition is getting worse when one of the students cries when out of the room like life and death.

"Outhor Zen!" the court clerk called in.

"Ready grak. Me!" replied Zen loudly.

The footsteps of the immortal students were firm even though the heart felt otherwise. Zen stood in front of the infocus and was ready to explain the method he used in crafting his script.

Really Zen imagined Farhan's explanation when the lecturer searched with similar questions. Zen's answer was flat on average making it less convincing to the appraisers ahead there.

"Fix some chapters. It takes affirmation at the points we marked. Submit the revision results in one week. That's it" said one of the lecturers, who wore a bright red lipstick and white-framed box glasses.

Brakes. The thick book was placed on the table.

Zen walked up to the lecturer's desk and shook things off before grabbing his thesis bundle.

"Thank you very much" said Zen, commenting on a charming smile hoping to get him approved.

He opened the door handle of the room using the rest of the energy because his feet and fingers were trembling. This is how the consequences of using jokey services and not studying properly the contents of the paper he compiled make Zen confusion.

Just as he sat for a moment in the waiting chair. Cellphone's ringing.

"Zen, how? graduating?" nuril's voice is over there. He was informed by Zen before leaving for the campus earlier.

"Not yet, Moms, pray for a pass but I'm asked for a little more revision. Ma, Zen ... Zen, Maa," said Zen, stammering. He felt moved to finally arrive at this moment without the help of his father. Her tears escaped while her mother could be heard sobbing at the end.

"My Zen" said Nuril.

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