The Love Story of Somplak Girl

08

Zahra had just spoken like that, but she was already surprised by Zety being so hysterical about Arga's arrival. Zahra did not expect that Arga was actually in a rented house at this time. Immediately Zahra put the jar on the table, then stood up and approached the door.

"What do you need here, sir?" asked Zahra nervously. In his heart Zahra cursed himself for being fascinated with Arga who looks dashing and macho when using casual clothes like today.

"I was told to pick you up." Arga answered lazily.

"Pick up?" Zahra's forehead shriveled even made her eyebrows intertwined.

"Yes. Miss Rasya wants to eat bakmi jawa and you make it. Don't want anything else" said Arga.

"Jeez, that's a really nice boy to take, anyway."

"Ehem!"

Zahra shut her mouth as Arga suddenly cleared his throat. Zety, who saw it, bit his lower lip to keep the laughter from exploding.

"Master, but it's night. It's seven and soon it's time for me to go to bed. Let me call Rasya." Zahra prepared to go into the room to pick up the cell phone. However, Arga held him back.

"If you do not comply with Miss Rasya's wishes then do not be surprised if you stop working tomorrow at ADS Group Company." Arga's tone sounded full of threat.

Zahra was silent at Arga's words. In fact, he looked at Arga fixedly to see the earnestness of the man's words. However, when Zahra saw a faint smile on the corner of Arga's lips, she could only sigh rudely.

"alright. Then I'll be there now." Zahra is so resigned. "Suk, you want to come along?" asked Zahra to Zety who had just been silent listening.

"If I may."

"Why can't you, sir? I'm ashamed to be there alone." Zahra started talking.

"Why embarrassed? You wear full clothes, why be ashamed unless you've already*ng."

"But, Tuan—"

"Don't say much because Miss Rasya is waiting for you" said Arga.

Zahra also just agree and say goodbye to Zety. Actually, Zahra could not bear to leave Zety alone because Margaretha was working a night shift. However, he also did not dare to fight Arga. Once ready, Zahra immediately went out of the house with Arga. However, Zahra was surprised when she did not see the car in the yard. There is only a bright red sport motorbike parked not far from the mango tree.

"We're on a bike, sir?" asked Zahra not to believe it.

"Yes. Indeed why?" Arga asked back.

"That's okay, sir." Zahra. For him, rejecting or protesting like anything, he will still lose.

Arga got on the bike and Zahra sat in a piggyback. Honestly, Zahra is afraid when riding a motor sport like that. He was confused where to hold. There was no way he could hold on to Arga, who there was a man who would scold him all out.

When the Arga motorbike had started to run, Zahra was incessantly chanting prayers in his heart. Arga, who felt Zahra's fear, smiled cynically and began to accelerate the speed of his motorbike. Zahra's heart pounded with fear until she subconsciously held the jacket Arga wore on both sides of her waist. Arga's smile began to expand because of it.

"Master, look out!"

Citt!!