The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 7 Complete Missions

Al had no choice. Satpol PP car sirens still haunt them both. He had to agree to the girl's invitation.

Kang ojol called a friend who passed there. Zen was raised to one of the modes of transportation. Although the condition is half-conscious, Zen can still maintain balance on the bike.

Al suggested that the body of the friend was tied using a rapia rope to the body of the ojol kang to avoid the oling when in the middle of the road later.

The vehicle then slowly left the location to the clinic 24 hours not far from there.

Olivia informs the father by sending him the current location, after a while they arrive.

Zen is being handled by a doctor in the action room to coincide with Oliv's ringing of the phone that reads.

"Yes dad. Oliv's coming home, right. His Gmaps were chaotic so his brother jol went stray into the prone area of thugs. Fortunately, he helped her, but the person was injured so Oliv took her to the Clinic," Olivia said in a long sentence without pause.

"Yes already. Just pay and you go home soon. Almost nine o'clock in the evening" said the father, closing the call.

Aldrich overheard all the conversations of the hijab girl who was helping Zen. He remembered the woman's name, and took her picture candidly as he paid for Zen's medical bills. A few moments passed. Olivia decides to go home after her business is done. He did not allow a farewell to the man who was still in the action room, but only greeted the man's friend.

"I'm home. Please take care of your friend, I thank you both," Olivia said, bowing half her body.

Aldrich just nodded. He was confused what to answer to the Muslim in front. Al, avoids looking directly at him not because he keeps his eyes, but just does not like if his face is recognized in a bright light like that room.

Zen has been moved to the treatment room. The doctor said, his head got a hard impact so that he experienced severe dizziness. Zen had to stay one day for observation. Aldrich, was forced to accompany in the clinic for the solidarity of his fellow comrades.

Next morning.

Omar Zen has been much better after sleeping like a banana hedge last night. He is now enjoying a warm porridge breakfast provided by the clinic even though it tastes bland.

"What are we doing this? your friend is going free, the funds and members are not ready," said Aldrich, his eyes staring hungry as Zen enjoyed breakfast, jakun also come down and swallow saliva, and his eyes look hungry, the stomach suddenly hurt due to inhaling a bad smell even though Al was not sure of the taste.

"Who's the girl that yanked us last night?" zen replied, heeding Al's words. Her lips pursed blowing a puff of smoke on her porridge spoon.

"His name is Oliv, mama's son like him. I was able to just hold a candid doi last night, anyway," said Al, grabbing the device from his pants pocket and showing a picture of the girl.

Deghs.

"Beautiful" inner Zen first saw the photo of his helper.

"Who was that? Oliv?" reset Zen again, still did not switch to look at Olivia's photo.

Al just nodded. He then sent a photo of Olivia to Zen's phone, so that his friend would no longer ask him because he did not know anything.

He faithfully accompanied Zen until the man fell asleep again after taking the medicine. Doctors have not yet allowed them to return home due to Zen during observation. If there is no more intense dizziness and nausea whack later in the afternoon, the possibility of permission to leave the Clinic ward will they cantongi.

Seeing the friend sleeping, Al looking for food out of the clinic to prop up a rumbling stomach. He also headed for one of the roadside porridge angkringan. Being cool to enjoy a variety of skewers, suddenly his shoulders are patted someone.

"Al!" greet the young man, sitting next to Aldrich.

"God! I looked for you there last night. Not met, even we bonyok in Hajar. Where are you going, lo?" sergeant Al, over pat his wild racing buddy's arm.

"Gue knew if there wanted a broomstick operation last night, so it was not nongol. Why look for me?" said Derry, instead of staring at Aldrich.

The two then shared stories. Aldrich conveyed Zen's wishes and their plans ahead to Derry. In accordance with the predictions, the young dropout agreed and was willing to join.

This decision made Al relieved, at least one task fulfilled. Now just how to find additional funds. Their expertise is only wild racing, occasionally participating in a mock tournament just looking for fame so as not to be underestimated opponents.

They parted while waiting for Zen to wake up and get a little better. Bada isya, Zen is allowed to go home by a doctor. However, he is now confused if he has to return to the slums because no one cares about him. Zen asks for Al's help again, staying in the room of his friend.

With no choice, Aldrich agreed to Zen's wishes. They also returned home to the boarding of handsome young men.

Olivia's face was reflected in Zen's mind. He was determined to find his existence. When he was just laying on the floor with a thick carpet, Zen's phone rang. He was asked to sign a document to have the file relating to the student's identity completed.

Zen said, he will go there tomorrow morning so that one by one the load is off. Holds an academic title despite only camouflage, it turns out he needs it too.

Rolling time no pause.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zen had neatly used Al's clothes to go to Campus. His friend was still asleep, probably tired after waiting for him two days ago. Ahmed Zen's son rode Al's motorcycle there, in order to save time and cost. Besides, that young man doesn't bacot much like Zaki.

Almost thirty minutes he spent on the streets, now Zen has been in the secretariat of the Campus, filling out the form on a long bench. When his face looked up at the final cost, the Zen Netra accidentally caught the silhouette of the girl in the photo.

The man got up, blinked several times to make sure that his vision was not mistaken.

"Oliv!" repeatedly shouted. However, because the distance was wide enough, the crowd of other students broke the sound, Olivia did not hear Zen's call.

"Oliv! Oliv!" Zen repeated his name again.

"Will not be in gubris. She's a songbirds, cocky, mean-spirited, and a bit of a nutter!" swearing a girl with bangs covering her forehead, next to Zen.

"Eh? recognize?" zen asked in surprise, looking at his side.

"Who does not know Olivia Zareen. The most active and intelligent sophomore here. She is also beautiful, the target of college bad guys, especially the Albert. Just yes it was, arrogant exorbitant, sok ukhti-ukhti that is, belagak house girl mama's son, ish nyebelin," some long-haired girl.

"Ready in the cake, heartbroken. Waste of time, the other girls are more than Oliv, a lot," they mess up before getting up to leave Zen.

Omar Zen did not expect, the helper girl is the sister of the first class of the Campus. He is also popular. The sweet smile belonging to the youngest son Nuril, was perfectly fluffy. He has plans for Olivia. Unwittingly it makes itself a spirit to often go to campus under the pretext of waiting for the thesis supervisor.

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