Twins A And Miss Cheriwis

Chapters. 80 – Humiliation

“Excuse me, who has this bike?” asked a burly man and tattooed to the guards, Sifa, and Abash.

“I,” said Sifa.

“Oh, so you're the one,” said the tattooed man and folded his hands on his chest.

“You know, the butut bike should not be in a luxury apartment like this,” said the tattooed man. The man stared at Sifa's look from head to toe, then he let out a slanted laugh as if laughing at Sifa's appearance.

“I doubt you can afford to rent this apartment? Or you're just a maid assigned by her employer to clean your employer's apartment,” hisses the man with Sifa's disdain.

Sifa was still silent, she was already used to receiving insults like this, even worse than this. Still remember, right? The behavior of his younger brother who bullied Sifa when there was a seminar on campus? Sifa was told to clean the toilet that was splattered with dirt, making the woman vomit her empty stomach contents.

“Whatever it is, the most important thing right now is, you have to compensate for what happened to my car,” said the man while pointing towards his slightly abrasive fortune car on the front bamper.

“Begini,” said Sifa opened the voice. “Here is not only you who are at a disadvantage. But I also. My bike is already

formless at this time because of you. So---.”

“Heii ... who told you to put that bike in the middle of the road?” cut the tattooed man.

“This blind bike of yours doesn't deserve to be in this elite building. His place is outside, with the street beggars. So, you better compensate now for the damage to my car,” said the tattooed man.

Sifa let out her breath slowly. “How much should I pay?” ask Sifa who does not want to extend this problem. After all, the blisters on the man's car were not too severe. So, according to Sifa's calculations, it might only require five hundred thousand or one million at the most. Sifa didn't know for sure, because that wasn't her forte.

The tattooed man laughed at Sifa's words. “Are you sure you can afford it?” ask the tattooed man.

“Good. You have to pay ten million,” said the tattooed man with a slanted smile.

“What? Ten million?” sifa asked in surprise.

“Ya, why? Can't you afford it?” ask the tattooed man.

“Masa just allow that small scratch up to ten million?” sifa asked in disbelief.

“Hey, poor people. What do you know about car repairs, huh? Do you know how much this car costs? This car is very expensive. Even if you become a prostitute once, the money you get is not necessarily able to buy this car,” the tattooed man looked down on Sifa.

Abash, who had heard the insults given by the tattooed man to Sifa, clenched his hands tightly, even hardened his jaw at this time.

Sifa held back her emotions by clenching her hands, the woman closed her eyes and tried to

stay calm and unmoved by the insults given by the tattooed man in front of him at this time.

“Look, what if you serve me in bed until satisfied for one month? Then I'll assume this never happened. How?” said the tattooed man while sticking out Sifa's chin.

Sraaaf ... Bugg ...

Abash pulled and twisted the hand of the tattooed man who had grabbed Sifa's chin, then a single punch landed on the tattooed man's face, thus making him fall down.

“Who are you?” screeched the tattooed man furiously at Abash.