The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 6 The Beginning of the Meeting

The Flashback

Black hijab woman with lace on the edge, out of the salon. He dyed to the left right, his index finger pointed in the direction where the motorbike was parked earlier. Ayu girl was confused so that the legs of the level went back into the original shophouse building.

Inside the room, he asked the frontline staff if they saw a motorbike leaving the parking lot, pointing outwards.

The woman in the uniform, shook her head slowly. His face was beset with guilt for not being able to keep the assets while their customers.

Not wanting to give up so easily, the girl then tried to ask here and there even though she knew, the results were still nil.

"God, how am I going to face you like this? my motor is gone" lamented the girl, sitting limp with breathless breath on the long bench of the roadside merchant not far from there.

Towards the Maghrib, he decided to go home using ojol even though his heart raged to think of an answer for his father.

A few minutes passed.

Zauqi Arief anxiously awaits the return of her only daughter. He was very possessive of Olivia Zareen after the death of his wife, who returned to the divine lap a few years ago.

Her daughter is very ayu down the line of Alifia's face. It's only natural that Arief is so looking after Olivia like a lump of gold. Said softly, having a submissive nature makes her like a princess in the real world.

"Where does Oliv, not usually come home this late," grumbled the father, his face anxious, peering repeatedly through the window curtains in the living room.

Shortly thereafter. The roar of exhaust typical motor Fonda Astrea stopped right in front of the home of this leather cracker entrepreneur. Arief watched from the inside, since Olivia came down and paid for the bulge until it entered the courtyard of the house.

"Assalamualaikum" said Oliv, pressing the handle lever down until the door panel was open.

How surprised Olivia when she found Arief was staring at her. "Where's motor? how just got home? why don't you tell me where you were?" the middle-aged man, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

Olivia lowered her head, only daring to stare at the edge of the lower sheath. Want to feel stuck near his feet but Arief must still be angry.

"Answer, Oliv!" said the father, increasing the view.

Ayu's lowered face looked up, anxious gurat printed there. "Don't know, Dad. My bike went missing in the salon. I cut my hair for a while because I was so hot. After a few minutes, when I was going home, the white guy was gone" Olivia said. His eyes were unfocused because he held back fear and prepared himself when the father was angry.

"What!" jolt Arief, his eyes are patterned, the twilight body as if to hear Olivia's confession.

"But I've been looking everywhere, Dad. Forgive me, pardon me, Oliv knows this is recklessness and is ready to accept punishment" Olivia lamented, cupping both palms, bowing her body while sitting on the floor.

Arief breathed a long heavy sigh. Huufts.

"You know, it's mom's motorcycle. There even written his favorite nickname for you ... Holicvia, embossed lettering also in the side body casing. Oliv, Oliv," said Arief, unceasingly shaking at his daughter's carelessness.

"Next time, be careful. Want to find where else is the model so custom? already there, clean up and pray," Arief said, leaving Olivia who was still sitting down just like that. Big anger is useless.

"Sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, mother." The cry of the girl ayu broke, regretful and her tightness increasingly rained down on the chest. He also stepped straight into the room.

Next morning.

Olivia dared not look at her father. He's still disinclined by last night's events. Arief then offered an additional allowance for his daughter, so that Olivia freely returned home using a car ojol rather than a motorbike because the weather was still uncertain.

"Be careful when you get home. So the group work? tell dad if it's hard to get a bully, yes," Arief's message looked at the faithful Oliv looking down as he was about to get up and go to the factory.

"Yes Dad, okay. Thank you," said Olivia rose up, asking for salim before the half departed.

The girl was shortly after Arief's departure. Continue the activity as usual. Go to campus and discuss the annual event with the student organization he or she participates in.

Elsewhere, at the same time.

Al's systematic thinking is in sync with Zen's brain. The young man suggested recruiting one stray rider from overnight tracks. Al knew very well who he was going to take. The two decided to head to another location to realize the intention.

The moment awaited arrived. Zen observed the wild racing action from the evening. While Al, combing through the location hoping that the person he was looking for appeared.

The crowd at the end of the alley there, seizing the attention of Zen and Al, initially they would ignore it going around. However, the cry of a girl's voice, teased Zen's instincts as a man. Attitude can be urgency but abstinence for him to hurt women let alone take advantage of the opportunity to commit crimes.

Omar Zen, run while Aldrich curses in annoyance. This is not their business, he was forced to follow the steps of the friend.

"Hoy! off!" zen shouted, at the group of young men who scuttle the speed of the bulge with female passengers.

"It's none of your business, Bang! scram!" exclaimed one of the youths, preventing Zen from approaching.

"Don't play rough, he's just through the door," said Zen, persuading herds of thugs kampret gang.

Aldrich, who had just arrived, agreed with Zen. Indeed this is not an elite wild racing area like the Al neighborhood yesterday so it is only natural that all they will be gasak.

The herd of thugs paid no heed to Zen and Aldrich's nagging. Precisely their disguise was revealed until the jotos was inevitable.

"Go!" zen yells at ojol.

"The keys are confiscated, Bang!" reply to the man wearing the ojek's special green helmet.

Al, throws ojol's motorbike key after successfully snatching it from one of the young men. The Ojol went with the passenger, saving himself.

"Ughhh!" al's voice, hit right on the hull until he fell down because he was careless when throwing the key earlier.

Zen panicked, seeing his comrade fall down, he started blindly. Zen's punch was no longer focused because he was in a corner.

Buk. Buk. Buk.

Omar Zen's son, fell bent over to protect his head from the twitching of thugs' shoes. If only the long whistle satpol PP does not come, maybe his fate will be doomed.

Priiitt.

Suddenly, the crowd was instantly ragged to save themselves. Al and Zen are no exception. The two got stuck getting up on their bike and ran away from there.

After a few meters, he escaped.

"Blo-on! why push it! not in the guts," said Zen, patting the seat saddle of the motor yinja owned by Al.

Both of them lie at the end of a quiet alley away from the pursuit of satpol PP. But alas, after that, Zen fell, his body suddenly turned upside down and fell.

"Zen!" pekik Al, the motor collapsed he did not care, rushed to check on Zen who fell down.

While he was in a panic, someone approached them.

"Bring it to the hospital. I-I was the one you saved," said Olivia, pointing at the bulge she was riding.

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