Women Are My Source of Money

Ch 5: Low luck

“Oh, want to be the hero of bad luck!“ said the thug was not happy when the action got a disturbance.

The thug attacked Yayan without mercy, launching a punch that could be felt that it was very energetic. Yayan could only continue avoiding, he had no martial skills, that was all he could do.

Yayan fished at the thugs away from the street vendor area.

“Hahaha .. come, come. Please hit me if you can?“ yayan said confidently, he felt the upper hand.

The thug apparently only fights using muscles without using his brain at all.

However, it looks like Yayan is destined to lose and bonyok berkir. He slipped on the banana peel and fell down. The opportunity was used by the thug by beating Yayan blindly.

'Stupid! Who is throwing away rubbish?' maki Yayan inwardly, she was obviously very upset. However, it was too late .. he fell.

The thug immediately beat Yayan mercilessly, he was already certain to lose.

Vina then shouted to attract attention, her efforts were successful. A security guard came out. The thug ran away when many people had arrived, precisely the men appeared. It was mostly women.

Vina approached Yayan who fell down.

“Akhhh .. shit!“ Yayan got up while holding onto the bruised part of his face. Vina helped him stand up.

“You're okay——ahh, no. What am I asking?! Yayan, wait here for a moment, I will bring something.“ Vina left in a hurry to the office building.

Meanwhile, Yayan was sitting limp. He saw street vendors tidying up their tacky sales carts. They look sad.

“I'm sorry.“ said Yayan lethargic, downcast.

“What are you saying? It's not your fault. Even we who have to thank you for defending us.“ reply a ketoprak seller displays a thin smile, even though his heart is sad.

“But, if only I won.“

“It's impossible. Fate forbid you win!?“ sangkal the ketoprak seller.

'Luck is only 2!' Yayan had to admit, he was one of the unluckiest people.

“Yayan!“

Vina comes back with a few more men, They are Yayan and Vina's boss. In her hand was a P3GK box.

“Your face is really bonyok!? Does it hurt?“ asked Vina to open her P3GK box, then took a cotton swab to clean the blood at the corner of Yayan's lips and nose. Ah, that guy's got enough nosebleeds.

“Akhhh .. peri!?“ erang Yayan when he came into contact with the drug-tetested cotton.

“Ah, sorry. But, bear the pain, huh?“

Vina finished cleaning the blood on Yayan's face, seen in some parts of the face looks blue.

'Very bad! I wouldn't have expected that Yayan would be this brave!' inner Vina stared at Yayan for a while.

The man could hear his heart. He was confused as to what to respond.

“You were like a hero! Why are you suddenly acting like that? Not to impress me, is it?“ vina said jokingly, then smiled broadly.

“You're still a narcissist!“ reply Yayan looked away. Being seduced like that made him a little embarrassed.

“Yayan, are you okay?“ asked Yayan's superior, intending to extend his hand to help her stand up.

“Bonyok, but it's okay.“ reply awkwardly.

“It looks worse than expected. But, just calm down. The company will take the matter to legal track. Thuggish action must be eradicated!“ said firmly superior Yayan, Hardi his name, he always seemed authoritative and calm.

“Thank you.“

“The company gives you insurance, go home and get treatment.“

Yayan was surprised to hear it, he gawked for a while because he had not fully digested the words of his boss, Mr. Hardi.

“M-sorry, sir. But, it seems too much. Ice may have healed him.“ kilah Yayan, he looked at Vina.

Plaque ….

“Akhhh .. pain, woi!“ the man screamed as his back was hit with the palm of his hand.

“Nah, already. Please go to the hospital, the company that will bear it.“ said Vina.

Mr. Hardi and his subordinates returned to the office, leaving the confused Yayan. It's nothing, he just feels bad. The disaster experienced was because of his own fault.

“Woi!“

“Ah, no-no! Just kidding.“ The woman smiled.

'Huh, talking to Yayan always calms down!?' inner Vina.

Yayan frowned due to the inner voice of Vina.

'What does that mean?'

“Happy half day off?“ Vina then went back into the office building.

“Hah …!? Can this be called unlucky or lucky? Aww...“ Yayan was in pain while holding a bruise on his cheek. “Of course it's bad luck!“

Yayan finally really came home.

[Mission confirmed]

[Go home on foot]

[Reward: 1 health point]

“Huh, it looks like System really wants me to do some physical activity?! Hmm ... This time I'm not in a hurry, it looks like I can!“

Yayan decided to walk while pushing his bike. People must have thought that he ran out of gas or went on strike.

“Why the motor, Mas?“ ask a motorist who stopped.

“Oh, no why. Just want to walk!?“ yayan replied with a bitter smile, he was confused looking for an excuse, so chose to answer Honestly.

He automatically thought strange.

“Ahh ... count-count sport, yes?“ The biker looked at Yayan from top to bottom.

'Why is he looking at me like that? this guy's not a rainbow, is he?' batin Yayan felt afraid.

“Maling! Muttering! There is a motor!“ the biker suddenly shouted. Yayan was surprised not to play.

“HAH?“ He's gaping wide.

Not long after, dozens of men had already approached him. Yayan was confused as to what to do.

“What the fuck? Why am I so unlucky today!“

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“Ugh, allegedly own motor vane. Well, it is very unreasonable, choosing to walk many kilometers while pushing the motor. Deserve to be referred to as a person with a disorder.“ Yayan spoke for himself.

He was very upset about what happened to him today. Who wouldn't be upset after being ganged up, his face bonyok?!

Men are still faithfully running the mission of the System, the motor matic is still driven. He was willing to bathe in sweat for an uncertain gift.

Yayan finally arrived after almost an hour more pushing his bike. He immediately sat in front of the boarding page. Meanwhile, it had turned dark.

[Congratulations, host gets 1 health point]

“Hah .. hah .. hah ... my efforts have not been in vain. System, heal the wound on my face!“

[1 point of health used]

Not long after, the pain and soreness on Yayan's face slowly went away. The man immediately stood up, touching the corner of his face.

“Eh? Lost in an instant? Crippling and swelling really gone?“ he obviously couldn't believe it, it was hard to believe. The system is against common sense.

He then went into his dormitories, prepared to take a bath, his body was already sticky from sweat.

“Hmm ... Tonight just date a time, huh? Making money!“

It only took a few minutes for the man to get out of the bathroom. How long does it take? Yeyen does not do the average thing that men do.