Click Your Heart's
Chapter 172

Cello can't go home because his bike tires are flat. Then he asked the security guard. "Sir where are the tire patches close from here?"

"Looks like no kid, the tires deflated huh?" Ask the security guard when he sees the tires of the cello bike.

"Yes." Yeah."

Then there was no other choice, he called his mother. "Ma, send the driver to the cello school yeah, the cello bike tires are flat but there's no tire patch here."

"Yes, mama will ask Mr. Hasan to pick you up. Wait there, don't go anywhere."

"Yes." Yeah." After that, he waited until the driver arrived.

"Wait for an invitation, son?" Ask the security guard.

"Well, can I sit here?"

"Of course."

Tin tin tin

Driver Mita honks. Then Mita pops her head out of the car. "Kasian, the tires deflated, yes" he sneered and laughed with his friends who were in the car.

Cello didn't respond to Mita's words. He looked away as if he hadn't seen Mita. Mita was upset. Then he told his driver to drive the car.

"Don't take heart. Sometimes rich people like him are arrogant." The security guard patted Cello on the shoulder while advising him.

"No sir. I'm not offended by her words" Cello replied with a smile.

A short time later an Alphard car stopped in front of the gate. "It seems like my invitation has come, I went home first sir," said Cello to the security guard. The young man asked the driver to put his bicycle in the car.

The security guard rounded his eyes of disbelief when he saw that the car that picked up Cello was better than the car that Mita was riding in.

"Good son even though he's a rich man's son but not arrogant" the security guard praised.

"Sir can we stop by the tire patch for a while,. My bike needs fixing."

"Good, den." Mr. Hasan nodded obediently.

Then Mr. Hasan pulled his car over in front of the tire patch. He also took out the cello bike.

"Sir, please patch this up" Mr. Hasan told the tire patcher.

"Yes, sir but queue," he replied. Mr. Hasan saw there were still toga queues of bicycles that had not been patched yet there were also motorcycles in line. Then Mr. Hasan conveyed it to Cello.

"Then drive me home, sir" Cello ordered the driver. Mr. Hasan nodded obediently.

When Cello came home Cindy welcomed him. "What about your bike?"

"It's being fixed in the workshop" replied Cello.

"Compressed because of what? What's the nail impaled?" Ask Cindy to be curious.

"Come, Ma. Oh yes Ma, Cello wants to go up first, want to take a bath my body smells cool."

"Yes, you'll end up showering down for a meal, you haven't eaten yet." Cello nodded at his mother's words.

Cello was thinking how can a bicycle that is still in place can deflate the tires. But there shouldn't be any nails around. "Did anyone prank me?" Her thought.

"Well, I'll find out tomorrow" muttered Cello.

Meanwhile, Mita and her friends are in the mall. They are now entering the bookstore. One of his friends secretly took a bestselling novel off a bookshelf without anyone's knowledge.

"Why, mbak?" Ask Mita at the cashier.

"He's a hundred thousand." Mita took her money out of her wallet.

"You didn't buy anything?" Ask Mita to her friends. They shook their heads because they only intended to accompany Mita. But without Mita know one of the three friends who enter the novel without paying.

When they were in front of the exit, they were intercepted. "Please stop," security orders.

"Why check on us, sir?" Ask Mita.

"I suspect one of you stole a book."

Then Mita showed her the purchase. But when the security was about to search the bag of one of his friends, he ran away.

"Lho why did he run?" Ask Mita to her other friend. His friend just shrugged his shoulders.

Then security was chasing the child who ran away. Fate was not on his side, he fell down after smashing into someone's shirt.

Then the security managed to catch Mita's schoolmate who stole. Mita and two others approached.

Security pulled out the book that Mita's friend had stolen. "You're ashamed of me. If you can't pay said dong," Mita scolded her friend who was down from feeling guilty.

He was also taken to the security room. But Mita didn't follow him. "Let's continue shopping."

"But how is he?"

"Have we stayed, we don't have to interfere than we were brought in, right?" His friends nodded quickly agreeing to Mita's words.

"Just look at you Mit, one day I will reply to you," looked at Mita's friend who was being held to the security guard post.

Mita grew up in a rich family. But he seems to have no empathy for others because all his needs are always met. He doesn't need anyone else because he feels he can meet his own needs.

Mita always looked down on the poorer people. His parents never taught him about respecting others because they were busy working.

He always looks for friends because he feels lonely. However, his friends often take advantage of Mita's kindness. Mita actually knows that she's being used, but she seems to close her eyes so she doesn't get lonely. Anyone who is friends with Mita always gets what she wants because Mita always meets the needs of her friend so as not to leave her.

Arriving home, Mita's father welcomes her. "Where did you come home at this time?" Ask his father half-snaps.

Mita doesn't answer that she just passed by her father. However, his hand was then pulled by the father. "Based on the child does not know manners," maki the father.

"Did you ever teach me manners, HM?" Challenge Mita.

Plaques

A slap landed on Mita's cheek. The girl held onto her hot cheek. He looked at his father with eyes that were reddened from restraining his anger.

"Bad fuck."

Mita ran to her room after wearing her father. He was afraid of getting another blow from his parents.

Mita was crying in her room. "Always hurt me" he said softly and then he buried his head between his knees.