Wound Bidder

Poor girl

Indra pulled out his BMW 8 series in front of a workshop. After getting out of the car, he is greeted by Yogi. Owner of his garage.

"What's the problem with your car?" ask the young man of the same age with Indra.

Indra, who always looked neat with a work coat attached to her burly body, approached Yogi. "The glass next to him broke" he said, pointing to a white car not far from him.

Yogi glanced at the car at a glance then looked at the sweet man in front of him. "Gue's gonna have the Baron replace it."

"No longer?"

"I think so," replied Yogi half in doubt. "After two hours." That morning there were quite a number of vehicles that they were going to fix.

"Go home from the office I took!" Pairing with it, the blue-colored vehicle of salted eggs passed by. Indra glanced at the watch in hand, there was no time to wait for a taxi or other vehicle. There is no choice but to ride the vehicle called angkot by most people.

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"Sir? Mmm...Pay it tomorrow, sir?" Indra circled out when he heard a hesitant word from a girl who had just descended from the angkot he was riding.

"Where the hell, Ma'am! Pay-out time is tomorrow!" The old man in front grumbled at him. *Kasian once*, thought Indra. The girl doesn't seem to have a penny. He cursed her, because the girl in a black pashmina hood seemed to be a student in a tall building not far from here. Where has he not worked from yet? From the old man? I don't think he's sure.

"Let me pay, sir!" With a soft heart like cotton, of course Indra could not bear. The sweet man thrust his ten thousand dollars at the driver in front so that his scolding of the poor girl stopped. At least that is how Indra views the girl.

"I'll change the money, brother!"

Whahuh? Replace? Indra was sure the girl was not nice to him. With a sinister smile he looked at the hooded girl. "No need! I'm a rich man, really!" Not that Indra wants to show off even though yes, he is a rich man. The man just didn't want this poor girl to feel indebted.

Moving freight gives distance to tall buildings for someone to gain knowledge. Indra noticed the girl had started walking towards the building. Wait ... It seems he remembered something. Wasn't that place a witness when the windshield was broken by someone? And the girl ... Could Indra have asked for his help to find the perpetrator?

Genius. Indra praised his own brain. Yeah, it's not wrong for him to ask the girl for help? Look at it later, he'll catch the culprit and teach him a lesson.

A few minutes later, angkot passed a bus stop located opposite the Indra office building. Soon the man came down after the angkot stopped. His shiny black pantofel shoes trail the streets as he pays.

The man with his hair still neatly combed, crossed the street when the red light flashed. His footbed knocked on the asphalt that was no less black with that thing. People around noticed it. He said hello even though he ignored it. Indra did not know any of them for whatever he cared about.

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A few days after the incident, Indra determinedly dismissed the BMW 8 series cars that had been repaired in a campus area. People cast curious glances as his feet stepped through the corridor.

That sweet face makes people feel at home to look at it for a long time, especially the college students. Doesn't matter. Indra is used to it. The problem now was where should he look for that poor girl? And the perpetrator?

Indra's confused. Can't he go around this campus? Until the apocalypse will certainly not meet. Yes except by the will of his Lord, Allah Swt.

The only way for Indra now is to pray. Because if he asked for free, he did not know anything about the poor girl. What's-her-name? Where does he live? What majors? Indra alone did not know him how did he ask about the whereabouts of the girl?

And his prayers were answered so quickly. The girl he was looking for was in front of him with a young man. Indra squinted her eyes with a frown. It seems he had seen the young man in ... Indra tries to remember, twisting past events.

*heren't he*? Indra glanced at the girl beside the young man. Look at every detail of that figure. Appropriately. God granted both prayers. The man he was looking for was right in front of his eyes.

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