Women Are My Source of Money

Ch 7: First subordinate

Yayan had also seen a silver glow from one of the hands of the person who ganged on him.

“Yayan!“

Vina simply passed before him, damaging the puncture path, blocking the attack that Yayan should have received.

Syatt ….

“Vina?“ panic Yayan.

Coincidentally the surrounding residents began to arrive at them, the loudspeakers immediately fled. Some residents also tried to chase him and take pictures of his license plate.

Yayan did not care about them, he focused on Vina's knife-scratched right shoulder. The woman held back her cries, clutching her own shoulder to alleviate the pain she received.

Yayan helped other residents take Vina to the hospital. Scratches of the knife he received quite deep, he was very strong to keep himself conscious, normally someone would be very frightened and turned unconscious. Yes, women only.

A resident lent her car to drive Yayan and Vina to the hospital, while there was someone who would drive Yayan's motorcycle.

Along the way Yayan continued to feel guilty and angry. Anyone who tried to disturb his life was overdue and wandering. That can't be allowed.

'I will repay you, Yani!'

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“True him?“ Yayan clenched his hands tightly, his anger now stirring. Imagining that he was replying to the actions that had been done to him and Vina.

Yayan is now in the hospital. The date plan with Vina fails, creating a tragedy. He wouldn't be surprised if Vina didn't want any more contact with him.

Then, the doctor came out of the room that Yayan had been waiting for. Not long after, Vina also came out. The woman was slightly watching, her right shoulder bandaged, appearing to be seeping red. Vina's right hand suffered the same fate.

“Where, Doc, everything safe?“ asked Yayan a little worriedly.

“Quiet, everything under control. There's nothing to worry about. However, Vina for a few days or even a week will have more trouble using her right arm,“ tell the doctor a smile then pass away.

Yayan then looked at Vina, but she did not have the courage to speak.

“This is not your fault. It's calamity!“

Yayan shook his head. “This won't happen if I don't take you out.“

Yayan sees Vina's favorite parameter slowly descending, now turning into 50.

'Well, it's only natural that Vina won't be friends with me anymore.'

The woman remained silent while her gaze was still fixed on Yayan. He then looked the other way, breathing out.

“Although you didn't invite me. I will take you first,“ he said in a quiet voice, Yayan did not realize it.

After taking care of the hospital administration, Yayan escorted Vina to her house. Once he arrived, his parents had welcomed him and conducted small interrogations. Well, as a parent knowing his son is hurt must be anxious.

Yayan gives an alibi that they fell off the bike. Vina's parents were angry for a while and blamed Yayan a little. However, the child did a little defense that they were dragged by unknown people. That reason was enough to ease his anger.

“One more time, forgive me for making Om and Aunt's son hurt.“

“Huh, stop. Called disaster. But, did you really not get to see the license plate? This can't be allowed, it's a criminal act!?“ his father Vina. He obviously wanted to investigate the case that befell his daughter.

“Sorry, I don't remember it" Yayan told a lie, he had memorized the license plate number of his vehicle.

After Vina's house, Yayan did not immediately return. He headed to a park that was close to his boarding house.

Yayan sat on a park bench alone, bathed in rather dim lights. He just dumbstruck to see the young lady who was busy chatting with each other, on average in pairs and still sitting in school.

The park is quite crowded with street vendors who sell various snacks, therefore it is often used as a hangout.

“Self?“ said someone who approached Yayan. The older man, the fried rice seller.

'I'm the only one who looks alone here. Surely he asked so!?' his inner.

“Can be seen by yourself.“

“Hoh.“ The fried rice man sat next to Yayan. “My arm is up, can, right, ngaso here.“

“This is a public place, no one can ban,“ reply Yayan a little indifferent.

“You don't have a girlfriend?“

'Huh, distract!' inner Yayan.

“Have, a few days ago. But, already gone!?“

“Oh, sorry. I really didn't mean——”

“Go from my heart!“ sela Yayan, the fried rice man was wrongly caught.

“Oh .. You mean again upset?“

“I-iya.“

Yayan could not bear to take out his teeth.

“I really want to reply ******it! You know. .. He's only been thinking of me as a wallet, I'm not considered human. Moreover, after he got a new girlfriend .. he dared to do terror just because I called him pel4cur! I was beaten by thugs, ganged up .. ahh, he's gone!“ Yayan subconsciously confided in the fried rice seller.

It was only a guess, but Yayan was already convinced. Since there were no other candidates, he felt he had no enemies.

“Oh, weight too, yes?“ response of the fried rice seller.

“Of course it's heavy! Cih, I was thinking of how to reply to them!?“

“Hmm, but I think .. just gather the evidence and report it to the police!“ He gave advice.

'I'm not interested in the police. I want to repay her in another way, more poignant!' batin Yayan, looking at the fried rice seller.

“Then you will find the evidence. From now on you are intel.“

“Woi, wait, wait! You think I'll take it——”

“You ask how much?“ Yayan showed off his ATM card. Well, even though it doesn't reach 5 million. “Of course you work for me!“

“Seriously? I just have to keep an eye and look for evidence?“

'Well, that's not really it. Huh, I have other goals.' thought Yayan.

“Yap, but before that. Can you find a woman for me to date! I need an income!“

“Hah?“

“Not much to ask! What is clear, my financial resources started from them.“ Yayan smiled cunningly.