The Ojek That's My Soul
Help came
🌵**Crying,
Because you are a sentient creature.
And also prove that, you are indeed a weak creature.
As strong as you are, your heart is a piece of meat, not a piece of wood**.
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"KAKAAKAAKA...! "
Fatimah fell, beating the cold marble with her body.
When the codet managed to fend off his attack and pushed his body violently.
Almost his head hit a large pot that was displayed in the corner of the room.
Nur screamed loudly, after the lump in his mouth managed to open.
It was an effect because Nur bit the palm of the hand that was smothering his mouth tightly.
He could almost escape.
But, the big man pulled him back and gave a pretty hard slap.
"The bad girl!"
"I'll make sure you're mine, hahaha...! "
After landing his rough palms, on the smooth cheeks of the 19-year-old girl, the big-bodied man was crushed with a prosthetic eye and a hand that still blocked the strong wrists of Nur.
Nur's reddened eyes held back the rumbling fury in his chest, and the heat-delivering pain in the area of his face.
(Bodyguard is brash!
Even my parents have never landed their hands on my cheeks!)
With all the remaining energy, mixed with the raging anger. As if rekindling the spirit to launch a counterattack.
Nur reached for the hair of the man who blocked his right hand, with the other hand.
Once he could, he pulled him down firmly and Nur raised his knee up in full force.
"JEDUGH... "
"DARK...! "
The big body bodyguard was immediately staggered back, while holding his nose which gave off a red liquid that smelled of carnation.
Not only did Nur get there, Nur presented a style that was named "Shadow Kick".
Make instantly the body of the big man was strung and sprawled.
(Has that jerk passed out?)
Nur checked the condition of the collapsed bodyguard, by kicking his legs many times.
Without a response, the man would have lost.
You're wrong to think weak of your opponent, man! (author)
Nur breathed a sigh of relief.
When he looked ahead, toward Fatimah was.
His breath seemed to be choked, even he seemed unable to utter a word to shout.
Fatimah whose condition had fallen, with bruises almost all over her body she tried her hardest to get back up.
However, from the back of the bodyguard managed to block his legs, pulling him up to drag.
The large-bodied man had just reached the end of his dangling pasmina.
He pulled it, but Fatimah held it with all her might.
(Protect me, O God, let my body be destroyed!
When the ignorant bodyguard was about to block the hand of Fatimah who was blocking him, to remove the pasmina that covered the head of the girl who looked at him with a pushy gaze.
From the back of the bodyguard, a punching kick managed to make it, staggered to the side.
The man shook his head, expelling the dizziness from the sudden attack.
But the man in front of him who looked crimson in his facial water, even his jaw was very hardened.
Creating a bulge of veins on his neck enlarged.
He stared intently and fiercely with a net that radiated a glare full of anger.
He braced the books on his finger, clenched them and struck back mercilessly.
The man punched, kicked, and lastly twisted one hand of the bodyguard.
Until it makes a loud noise, from the sound of a broken object.
Instantly, the squealing sound of the bodyguard filled the room filled with tables and benches in each corner.
He collapsed with a battered state and a broken hand.
With a series of attacks from men who have black tires on the pencak silat branch sport.
Making the situation of a large-bodied man who had attacked Fatimah, helpless.
You can make sure the man will be in a coma in the next few days, even at risk of concussion.
It's terrible to see a man in love, angry.
Moreover, this concerns the girl of his heart.
(Torteng cemen!
How dare you make my girl battered, SI*LAN!)
(Gue aja, do not dare to just hold his hand!)
The long-haired man, kept cursing in his heart.
He even threw the shabby green jacket over the face of the man who was helplessly sprawled on the cold floor of the cafe.
His emotions instantly subsided, as the soft voice called out his name.
"Enough Bang! "
he exclaimed Fatimah, stopping the actions that could be done even further, by the man he had contacted a while ago, by accident.
Flashback on*
When Fatimah was walking towards the private room.
Coincidentally he was responding to a message from the man who works as an online motorcycle taxi.
When Fatimah inserted the thin object sail 6inchi, he accidentally pressed the dial button.
Since then, the man who was about to deliver the order of go food that had made him queue up, he said,
for over an hour, that,
widen his eyes.
When he finds every situation dangerous and even potentially great, he threatens the life of the girl who always tucked his name in prayer that climbs, in a third of the night, some time recently.
Spontaneously he turned the wheel vehicle back.
Turn the direction, tap the gas as fast as it can.
Fortunately, Fatimah had shared the location where she was at that time.
The flashback of*
This is how my favorite was...
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