The Ojek That's My Soul

The Trap of Om Willy

🍃Life is always between two choices.

Want to be a good-hearted and useful human being, or vice versa?

Being a human being is evil-hearted and brings harm and harm to others.

Isn't life temporary, not forever?

Why not fill it with good deeds?

Will your body be able to walk itself to the cemetery by carrying its coffin?

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Rojali looked back several times.

Even sometimes he scratches it even though it does not dandruff let alone flea.

It was because Rojali was always diligent in cleaning her hair.

But this time he scratched it, because he looked tired and bored.

Standing snaking in a long queue, on one of the food courts in a shopping center in the heart of the city of Depok.

"Gilak, gilak..., "

"When I was here doang, "

moo Rojali while standing restlessly like a worm in a sprinkle of salt.

Waiting for a long time, finally it was his turn.

He immediately rushed down from the third floor of the shopping center.

"Duh, I hope you're in a hurry, "

"Kudu speed this up mah, "

oceh Rojali while walking quickly down the building called Margo City Mall.

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In a three-story building, which is usually called a hangout by millennials or can also be called the Cafe.

Fatimah looked agitated, she wanted to immediately lift her legs and hands from the situation in the room.

He understood and realized the meaning of that intimidating gaze.

Really, he would not be able to if he had to work under such a leader.

It's like coming out of a tiger cage, into a Komodo dragon hole.

"I don't mind your style of dress like this, "

"You're beautiful, attractive, "

"Please, dress as you please, "

said om Willy by leaning a little of his body forward.

Then he leaned back while folding both of his hands in front.

(Why am I not happy, I hope to be rejected)

(How is this?)

Fatimah glanced at Nur, who in the lyrics also shook her head slightly while blinking her eyes slowly.

I understand that code.

He knew, Nur also felt the same discomfort with him.

(Alright, I'll ask for an unreasonable salary)

(For me to refuse)

"What about my salary, "

Fatimah also ventured to carry out her plan.

In order to get out of the place that gripping.

Om Willy chuckled, he leaned his body again forward.

Then he said, "We can talk in four eyes, "

(Oh, no, just here)

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be alone, "

"Just talk about it here,"

fatimah almost moved his body to stand up, but the hunt was prevented by Om Willy.

"All right, all right, "

"Look down, you drink first, try the prima donna from my cafe, "

"At least, before you work here, you must first taste the menu from the Cafe, right? "

bargain the middle-aged man with a charming smile.

Yet it was terrifying in the eyes of the two hooded girls before him.

They threw eyes at each other, then Nur gave a small nod, when he understood the code from Fatimah's sight and smile.

(Do they have telepathy?)

(A confused author's oath?)

(Just looking at it?)

Fatimah smiled faintly in response to the offer from Willy.

He also raised the glass slender and legged.

Then swigged her a little.

The same thing was done by Nur.

They also simultaneously put the glass back on a large round table made of crystal glass.

The middle-aged man with narrow eyes also smiled meaningfully.

Fatimah rubbed her shoulders, she felt the room temperature getting colder, making her body shiver a little.

Then there was a sneezing sound from the friend sitting next to him.

"Hatchimmmm... ! "

Nur covered his mouth with the end of his pasmina that stuck out.

Then again a voice came from Fatimah.

"Cciitha! "

he immediately covered his mouth with the tip of the cardigan, which was over the knee.

"What's wrong with you guys? "

suddenly Willy's countenance changed, between worry and suspicion.

"I think we're cold, Om, "

Nur, open his voice, because from now on he was silent.

"He's sorry, Om, we want to pinch the toilet, "

"Maklum, we villagers can't get ac, it's right away, " said Fatimah trying to joke to dispel the suspicions of the adult man opposite her.

Basically the perverted brain, just heard Fatimah say it was too big, the dirty mind that was ingrained in the person of Willy, making his eyes immediately explore at the center of Fatimah's body.

Fatimah who felt naked with the hungry gaze of the man before her, immediately closed her front body tightly with the end of her long and thick cardigan.

The reflex movements of Fatimah made Willy realize that he failed to control himself.

And that made him curse himself in the heart.

(Si*l, why can't I control my big nepsong?)

(Just hearing he's gonna pee, my brain's been out for a walk)

(Ah, but they've been drinking it, haven't they?)

(Even if a little, fortunately I gave a high dose)

Willy cheered triumphantly in his heart.

Just imagine the style of laughter like Torro margens.

But this is the visual.

Shadow as Willy without his glasses.

Om Willy who again looked at Fatimah with all his wild thoughts.

This is first bebs, then,

Later on again... 😘