The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 9 Good Luck

The day changes weeks until the second month.

Zen decided to quit his job as a slot link operator that he had been working on for a month.

Every time he set foot on Campus, following Olivia secretly, intimidating Albert so as not to get too close to the target girl, increasingly making Zen's heart restless.

The stature, appearance of Olivia neat and closed makes Zen inferior. Speak soft words from him even though the girl often receives bullying by friends around but Oliv's stubbornness makes Zen drugged.

Today, is the last time he joined the members of Silvester Degraz. Billy even threatens to hunt him down if Zen leaks their action.

Aldrich and Derry seemed to be there. Zen is not pushy, but it is related to the heart.

"I'm saying yes. Last month's wages and all the programs I've created. I won't take it or ask for it again. Think of it as compensation for Mr. Degraz because I'm out of you guys" Zen said, patting Al and Derry on the shoulder. Don't forget he's been with Billy and Tos with him.

"Fulfill your promise, Bro! Degraz is doing so well that he's not asking for reciprocity. You're lucky to get this easy out of us," Billy said, chewing gum in his mouth.

"Ehm!" Zen nodded.

He then stepped out of the mansion carrying only a large backpack containing all his equipment. He intends to visit the mentor when in the first round. He promised to help himself build a business after his release, and Zen would charge him now.

A flat-bed room near the campus is now chosen. He has to save on spending. The initial wage work made a wall program and the remaining money given by Nuril, still Zen save. At the very least, Zen could have stayed to campus on foot. He also sees opportunities in the region.

Omar Zen goes into the boarding house after bargaining alot with the boarding guard. He asked for waivers to pay a month first while collecting money from the results of his business later.

Not wanting to waste time, Zen put his backpack in the boarding room and then he climbed the ojol to the toilet.

When he arrived, the visiting hours were over, but Zen begged the clerk to meet his mentor first. Rules are illegal things to break. However, it seems good luck is on Zen's side. He saw Mr. Leo emerge from the west side riding his motorcycle towards the gate, about to go home.

Zen ran while shouting loudly, trying to prevent. "Yeahawk! Mr Leo!" zen cried, his voice was already like toa.

The effort was successful, Leo turned to the source of the sound and stopped the speed of the motor. He also opened the helmet glass to see Zen more clearly.

"Zen's Magazine? oh, what's in here?" ask the mentor, still on his bike.

"Ehm, anu, sir. Open jastip," chuckled Zen, rubbing his nape. "Let's father, the future wife, anyway," added the recidivist, cengengesan.

Mr. Leo was no less keki heard the answer from Zen. He also laughed crisply while turning his motorbike back and parking in the area of the courtyard.

The middle-aged man then approached his former protege during the lecture, both of whom were sitting in a concrete separator not far from there.

"Where is Zen, what can I do?" kekeh sir Leo replace teasing Zen with a distinctive smile until his toothless teeth are seen.

"Banting the future only, sir, let it be easy to live life," replied Zen silly. "Ehm, that, anu, I want to ask about how to open a workshop business, or you can enter me to your friend's place so that I can learn a mechanic," said Zen, embarrassed. This time he asked for help from others. The usual prestige in Omar zen's puja is now faded.

"Oh that, there's Mas, there's. Does Zen not open by itself? lapas parties rent basic tools, for three months in our supervision. So minimal capital, while saving in the foundation to buy similar tools .. will be independent later," said Mr. Leo offers an easier choice.

Zen feels not confident if he immediately started to open a self-sufficient business. He's still feeling the situation, but Mr. Leo's offer he didn't just miss.

The two talked about it at length until the time the Maghrib arrived. Mr. Leo asked Zen, to meet him tomorrow morning to be introduced to business partners who work with the shop. They are on average former convicts who are tenacious until finally independent and live better in society.

Ahmed's youngest son nodded quickly, enthusiastic about Mr. Leo's offer. Morning to afternoon, he would work in someone else's workshop. Evening to open his own business around the campus area to easily mobilize equipment as long as it has not got a rental place.

Life expectancy is better, reflected in the eye. This was the first step to approach Olivia. Zen returned to the boarding house with a light heart, a smile did not subside from a handsome face.

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Arief could no longer tolerate his daughter using public transport. Olivia today is a pickpocket, even though only a wallet containing pennies without valuable documents but still, she is worried that the child is merely a puppet victim of support in the angkot.

"Dad bought the bike but soon, yes, Liv," Arief said as Olivia cried because she was still scared.

"Sorry Oliv, Dad. Time and time again make dad anxious and always troublesome," great-grandson Olivia still lowered her face while wiping her tears.

"Hem. Take good care this time. Dad could have picked you up but sometimes there are customers coming and instead fear father be a source of inhibition you in the move. Learn right, pass quickly and help dad," Arief said, rubbing his daughter's head gently before she walked into the room.

One week later.

Early in the busy week for Olivia, she was a little breathless to live the day because she was doing shaum sunnah.

When she was going home, Olivia was astonished, her motorbike broke down, not wanting to turn on. Some male friends volunteered to help the girl but all failed.

"Liv, to the workshop. Some are close, if the problem spark plugs, surely can. Tuh, in that direction," said the last male friend, pointing North from their campus.

Olivia was confused but immediately agreed. "Oh, okay okay, thanks," replied Olivia. He was looking for a friend who could help push his bike.

The campus gate will be closed, as it is already five in the afternoon. Olivia didn't have much of a choice. He had to push the motor with the remaining energy to the workshop recommended by the friend earlier.

Shortly thereafter. Olivia arrived at the workshop, breathless. He did not notice the figure of the man sitting waiting for the customer next to the compressor machine.

"Bang .. to long, I'm on strike. No ta hu to napa," said Oliv with a severed tone while patting the motorcycle seat. He sat down on the sidewalk, holding his head.

"O-okay." Zen blinked a few times. Is it not wrong with his view now?.

Deghs.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"He's Olivia."

Omar immediately pushed Olivia's motor up to the top where her equipment was. He started trying to turn on the starter, but it didn't work. Zen, then lower the retaining leg so that the position of the motor is upright and then start trying to press the foot starter manually.

"This is the bus it's like, ma'am. I check first yes, open the hood," said Zen, not looking at Olivia.

"Free, what matters is that he's on fire. Maghrib. No stalls, right? I need mineral water to break the fast" Oliv replied still lowered his head, he was very thirsty.

"There's a drink of mine but, Ma'am. Not in the throat, poured into a glass. If you want, please take it yourself there," point Zen towards the corner of the wooden room.

Olivia looked up, three minutes to Azan. The road to the shop was too far.

"Ehm, i...."

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