The Married With Bad Boy

CHAPTER 98

That night Virza was in basecamp. He was still a loyal basecamp resident. One by one his friends already had a life partner. He now only sipped his cigarette while staring at the screen of his phone.

"Ck, how wonderful my life is" Virza mused about his unfortunate fate of love.

"Himself." Eric comes and sits next to Virza.

"Yes, who else would. The leaders in the gang are already in marriage."

"Well, don't you get married, too?" Eric took Virza's cigarette and lit it.

"If I have a soul mate, I will marry. The problem is I don't have a partner." Virza turns off her cigarette butts and leans back while folding her hands. "From some girls I've always been a soul mate. I am graduating again. Hope this graduation can be a couple so I can know all the same ortu but it is very sad my life, from Naya nolong it turns out his wife Arsen. Meet Rani, it turns out Rangga's soul mate. Meet again Vivi yesterday, it turns out to have a boyfriend."

Eric laughed loudly at the sad boy who was now upset. "Patience bro. Enjoy your single time. Later if you've met your partner you can no longer hang out with us here."

"Yes, you're right too. But it's the same fate as me. Come on, I'll go home first. Take care of this basecamp, you're gonna carry on this gang. All right, don't fight on." Virza tos with some of his friends before he gets out of basecamp.

"Beres boss."

After that he rode his bike and drove the bike quite fast.

He enjoyed the night wind alone. Suddenly a car stopped in front of him. Virza was surprised and he stopped the bike suddenly but too late, the motorcycle tyre had already hit the bumper of the car.

The owner of the car came out, he saw the bumper of his car which was dented and scuffed. "Ouch! If you ride a motorcycle, you don't have to speed!" he said it out loud.

"Eh, yes aunt. Sorry." Virza stared stiffly at a woman who wore batik and looked more mature than him.

"Aunty? It's good to call you aunty."

"Eh, yes sorry Ma'am." Virza came down and saw the bumper of the car. "Sorry Mother. Let me actually be in the workshop."

He saw the clock in his hand. "That's a really big night. I'm going home."

"Near the workshop. I'll be able to drive you home" Virza said. He still tried to be polite to someone who looked older than him.

"I don't believe in a motorcycle gang kid like you."

"Yes, it's okay. If the mother doesn't believe. Can you just take the car home."

"Okay, I'll follow you." Virza got on his bike again and drove his bike ahead of the silver car.

"Tuh aunt is fierce, very, very" Virza grumbled in her heart. Then he stopped his motorbike in his workshop. He came down and opened the gate of his workshop wide so that the car Mbak into it.

After stopping his car inside the workshop, he got out of the car. "You're an employee here?"

"Yes, Ma'am" replied Virza. He let the problem settle quickly.

"Say the owner of the workshop, tomorrow afternoon must be finished and you pay for it."

Virza just cursed in his heart. He did not know if he was the owner of the workshop. "Yes, Mother. Tomorrow when it's over I call the mama."

"Okay, it's my business card." The woman gave Virza a business card.

Virza looked at the business card. Larasati, civil apparatus. Njir, the new department of kayak gini aja belagu.

"This is my car key. Look out, don't get carried away." Baras took a photo of Virza with his cell phone as evidence. "You've got me a picture, don't make a mess."

"Berez, Aunt."

"Aunty?"

"Eh, Ma'am."

Then Laras walked out of the workshop while ordering an ojek online.

Virza kicked the bumper of that car. "This is ribet. Not one day has the car finished. Just became an ASN just arrogant!"

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