What is my fault, sir?

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O shobat author wherever you are, may you be healthy and happy always. This time the author wants to show the appearance of the author's own work.The author promised a few months ago that some have been done to give away.

This is the bag that the author will share at the end of the novel, which is titled, AST (What is Your Salah?). There are 10 plans to be distributed, 5 bags for the best fans from the order of 1 to 5. And 4 more bags for author's favorite comment and 1 for sister who yesterday guessed the question from author.

Don't worry for the shobat who has not been lucky, the author also provides a give away next to that in the novel "GIRL GENIUS OWNED BY the CEO OF DEPRESSION" because in pf fizzo there is no sequence of fans, how to select winners by way of : Will be chosen for readers who read from the beginning to the end of the story by looking at each comment and accompanied by interesting comments. Will author share the bag at the end of the story jumla the winner is determined following. give away will be announced in ig author.

so remember give away specifically for loyal readers, as the author's appreciation to shobat always read the author's novel, thank you.

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greetings from author

Young Anna

Chapter 1 in the novel "The Genius Girl Belongs to the Depression CEO

On one of the highways of the city of Surakarta almost midnight there was a half-drunk man walking gontai out of a nightclub. He walked while fussing while raising his hand entering his luxury car. There was a large truck loaded with rice that suddenly moved forward on its own without any driver.

"Lo .. lo .. that's the truck on its own!" yell Parking Lot Person.

"Hooi .. watch the truck drive away!" shouted the Rickshawman who was across the street.

"Where's the driver?" ask the Cleaning Officer.

A girl who was concentrating on seeing a laptop in a coffee shop on the side of the road ran lightning bolts up to open the door of a truck that was walking forward into the wheel of a truck and stepped on and pulled the brake lever with all my might. Because the distance between the truck loaded with rice with a luxury car was not too far away. The truck stopped after the rear body of the luxury car went under the truck bumper and was crushed by the front tire of the truck.

"Bwjp ... Krakkkk!"

The screams and screams of those around the incident were heard in the ocean. After the truck stops perfect the girl goes down followed by a few people approaching the luxury car. The car is shuffled in the back of the car.

"India are you okay?" ask the Parking Manager.

"Why are you Indian?" The pedicab approached the girl.

The girl just smiled and waved her hand. He ran up to the car and opened the steering wheel door and pulled the half-drunk man. Helping her stand up by wrapping her hands on her shoulders.

"Why did only half the body of the car get hit by ha ha ha?" He was fretting while smiling devil.

"Do you want to kill yourself, you idiot!" the girl shouted as she swept her way to the coffee shop.

"Who are you, you idiot, where am I going, just in the car?" 

"Why don't I just die, you fool!" The man was back.

"Mom, please make me drink hot lemon juice to reduce this guy's hangover!" the girl who was called India.

"Alright India, wait a minute."

Mother Kedai offered a glass of warm lemonade to Indiam "India is the drink."

"Thank you, Mom."

He drank slowly to the half-drunk man, "Slowly drink sir!"

There were some policemen checking for the accident. The police came because of the reports of one of the witnesses who was in the CTKP. They arrived within ten minutes because the police station was not too far from the scene.

"India you're done depositing rice?" ask one of the men in police uniform who is the Commander.

"Not yet Ndan, still waiting his turn."

"Lo King Juna, is this your car?" ask the Police Commander.

The one in question was silent, he just looked on indifferently. Sometimes he shakes his head and holds his forehead.

"You know this Master Ndan, still half drunk on him?"

"Yes very familiar, but you're Indian, we take care of the car and the truck first."

"Ready Ndan."

After a while the man began to recover and realized what he was going through. Looking around, there was a girl sitting next to him focused on the laptop without noticing in her sharp face. After realizing India was noticed by him immediately asked, "You're better sir?" 

"Why is this clock here?"

"Eee Sir, asked instead of asking, don't think of me, what about you, what do you do in the middle of the night like this?"

"Finding a soul mate," replied the man who had not yet recovered his consciousness.

India smiled and slightly grinned by muttering to herself. Looking for a mate in a nightclub what kind of girl he really wants, "You're looking for a mate in a nightclub!"

"It's wrong to look for a mate there, after all there are also women who visit?"

India is smiling but grinning because the person being spoken to does not want to lose and is like arguing, "It's not wrong sir, but I think it depends on what kind of soul mate you want?"

"Good woman is fine."

"Master... Sir, you're funny or naive anyway, you're looking for a nice lady at a nightclub, that's a ludicrous thing in my opinion, if you want to find a good female soul mate look in the right place?"

"What do you mean?"