The Secret With Bad Boy

City boy

An SUV drove quietly on paved roads. Inside were two passengers with a lot of luggage.

Lukman, the middle-aged man in thick glasses, is the driver. From the rearview mirror, he looked at his daughter, Kinanti, who was pensive in the backseat while looking at the bustling streets of the capital. The look on his face was still sad, just like when they left for Jakarta this morning.

“Nak, we have entered Jakarta. Tuh, welcome statue welcome welcome us.” Lukman told Kinanti. He tried to melt the atmosphere.

“Iya well.” Kinanti responded slowly. Like there was no spirit in his body.

“You are still angry with dad, because we moved again?” Lukman noticed his daughter was looking upset.

“Ngapain angry, people I angry also we transfer.”

Kinanti lowered her window slightly, in order to breathe free air. During the trip he continued to use AC. His head felt dizzy and his nape felt heavy when the cold air was mixed with orange-smelling car fragrance.

“Iyaaa, I'm sorry. I promise you, this is the last time we're moving town."

"Now you're put in the head office, hopefully until you retire in about five years. You can also go to college here. Here many good campus tables.” Lukman tried to comfort his moody daughter.

Kinanti does not chim. He is still very upset because almost every new school year he must have moved cities following his father.

Lukman works at a coal mining company. This makes him ready to move tasks wherever the company sends him. Kinanti, the only daughter he had, was sure to follow him wherever he went because they were alone. Kinanti's mother died a long time ago, about six years ago.

The last time Kinanti lived in Bandung was for one year. He has started to feel at home because Bandung is the hometown of his mother. Can be sure, every time he feels at home in one place, surely Lukman will move.

Like now, Lukman said that he had to move to headquarters because the company where his father worked, needed Lukman to be placed in Jakarta.

As a worker, Lukman may refuse. And Kinanti must again prepare for adaptation to her new residence.

“Well, I'm seventeen years old, why the hell didn't my dad just live alone in Bandung? There will also be Wa Neneng, there is Nia who can nemenin me. If I move again like now, I have trouble adapting again. Where now I am third grade High School, must be preparation for the final exam and such.”

Kinanti ventured to protest. He was tired of moving schools. During SD to High School now, I don't know how many cities he once lived in. Starting from several cities in the western tip of Indonesia, namely the island of Sumatra, to the island of Borneo and two years ago in Sulawesi. Only one year later he returned to Java and settled one year in Bandung.

The adaptation process is very short, making Kinanti difficult to make friends. Until now he had no close friends other than Nia, the daughter of his late mother's cousin. In addition, he also has to adapt to the subjects that are enough to make it a hassle. Lucky Kinanti is a smart boy so he can quickly follow.

“Yes, I'm sorry. Later, if you are twenty-one years old, your father loves you freedom. If so, I can't yet. I can't bear to leave you alone at home.” Lukman said really.

“For yes dad, when I am twenty-one years old, I may decide anything by myself.” Kinanti answered quickly.

Lukman smiled slightly at the change in the look on his daughter's face. He knew very well the difficulties of Kinanti and it was natural that he complained. A child of that age must learn independently without a mother, while he works all day leaving the morning home at night. On holidays, he sometimes has to be late.

While the conditions of the times are getting crazier, having a innocent and beautiful daughter makes her have her own fears. Maybe that's what makes Lukman finally force Kinanti to come wherever he goes.

“Iya, after the age of Kinan twenty-one years, father will give some freedom to Kinan. But remember, freedom is responsible.” Lukman's Promise.

“Each father! Kinan must be in charge of what Kinan did and thought.” The beautiful girl with my eyes was excited.

Lukman smiled at his daughter's spirit.

“Hah, twenty-one that year, four more years. Kinan had to start thinking about what Kinan would do to fill these four years. But clearly, Kinan is now a city boy. Aren't you dad?” kinanti's voice began to sound cheerful.

“Hahahaha .. yes, now Kinan city boy. Remember always that wherever Kinan is, Kinan must always take good care of himself yes son.”

Lukman breathed a sigh of relief, finally Kinanti can he persuaded as well.

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Jakarta, a city that is crowded with vehicles that are rarely stretched. Traffic jams seem to be the most familiar friend for street users. Kinanti began to fidget, because from now on she resisted her desire to mikti.

“This father we are still far away anyway?” ask Kinanti while stomping her feet. The urine felt already at the end and almost dripped.

“A minute we arrive. After this red light, there will be a bundle. We're gonna turn right. About three kilos from the main road, we arrive at our new home.” Lukman with details.

“Aduuhh is still a long time. I want to pee this.” Kinanti was closing her legs.

“Sabar yaa, dad matiin his ac first. Open the window first, let's not stuffy.” Lukman rotates the ac controller module and turns it off.

Kinanti immediately lowered the window of his car even lower. He slightly bent his body to resist the desire of his ministers.

“Wah, in front of somewhat jammed.” Lukman muttered that turning the steering wheel to the right was about to turn in the rounder.

But only a few degrees of steering turned, suddenly two motorsports that drove at high speed towards them. One rider tried to kick the other motorcyclist to the bottom and then he fled by using another lane.

While the motorbike that was good earlier, continued to drive towards the car Kinanti in the middle of the road was about to enter the right lane.

The bike was racing and spinning near the car which reflexes stopped because Lukman stepped on the brake pedal. The black sports motorcycle rider immediately pulled his handbrake. His motorcycle tyre sounded squeaking as it was forced to stop while traveling at high speed. The back of the motor until lifted into the air like the middle of the traction in a surcuit.

“Ayaaahhh!!! Motttooorr!!!” yelled Kinanti in panic.

Kinanti was surprised not to play when the distance of Kinanti with the motor was only a few inches. His perfectly rounded eyes stared at the biker who was also staring at him in shock. It was not clear what his face was covered in a helmet. Just his sharp eyes were like hitting Kinanti's heart and making her stop beating for a while.

In Kinanti's mind, the earth seemed to stop spinning. In her appearance, it was like there were only the two of them on a quiet street and were looking at each other.

Kinanti saw that the man's eyelashes were so flattened with his high nose and thick eyebrows. Another thing I didn't notice, he was too shocked at what he saw.

“You okay son?” lukman's voice broke the silent daydream of Kinanti in his mind.

“I-iya father.” That's the only answer Kinanti.

Suddenly, the man turned the position of the motor ninety degrees to parallel with the position of the car and side by side.

He patted the car door several times with his hand wrapped in black leather gloves.

“Sorry.” The male voice resounded in Kinanti's ear cavity, as if hypnotizing her.

“I-Yes.” Sahut Kinanti's. Can't say more. His heart is still beating very fast.

The man also nodded politely at Lukman before then leaving Kinanti and Lukman who were still shocked.

Only a puff of smoke was left. The motor is fast and not visible in the next few seconds.

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