Tiger Vs Miss Kitty
Stalking

Tiger's big motor stopped in front of Farhan's house. He lit the horn making an ART who was watering the plants gasp in shock.

Tiger grimaced from behind the helmet as an old woman who was a servant in Farhan's house glanced back at him.

Even so, the ART still opened the gate for Tiger. After turning off the engine, Tiger got off the bike and stepped inside the house.

He whistled merrily without sin and he found Farhan and his family enjoying lunch.

"Eh, there's Tiger" said Hani, Farhan's mother, who accidentally saw Tiger was already in the doorway.

Farhan and his father, Farel, glanced at the door. Then Farhan let out a heavy nafa while bowing down.

"Must ask for rice," Farhan's whistle was directly hit on his shoulder by Tiger.

"Who said I'm here just asking for rice. There's no rice in my house?" Tiger sat down on the seat beside Farhan.

"Keep you here for what? Usually I'll eat here."

"Yes, it's okay, Farhan. Indeed what's wrong if Tiger asks to eat to our house," said Farel full of wisdom smile at Tiger who is the son of his best friend since High School.

Tiger turned to Farel for a moment to give a fleeting smile. "No problem, Om. I'm here to ask Farhan for help too."

"Don't dong! Eat with us. Let the more rame, the more delicious," Hani immediately took a plate and spooned rice to serve Tiger. "Well, you take the side dish yourself."

Tiger chuckled at the mountain of rice served by Hani, then took a quick glance at Farhan. "Say that sustenance is rejected. So I eat first. Okay well? Ask for help later."

Farhan shook his head slowly. He was no longer surprised by the behavior of his best friend.

That afternoon they passed lunch with small talk. After that, Farhan and Tiger broke away to the corner of the pool next to the house.

Farhan sat on a park chair while folding his hands then looked at Tiger with a look of puffed-up eyes.

"What do you ask for help?"

"I want to meet Siti," Tiger replied briefly with a face that folded back pitifully.

"If you want to meet Siti why come here. Is this Siti's house?" farhan ketus. He looked away from her because he was annoyed with Tiger.

Farhan should have made an appointment with Rihana. He had already fought desperately for the woman to want to walk alone with him.

But when he had a promise, Tiger actually came and asked for help that would definitely drain time and energy.

Seeing Farhan's ominous expression, Tiger immediately understood that there was something wrong with his friend.

"You why? Don't you want to nolong? After I gave Rihana to you?"

Farhan took a deep breath. He looked straight at Tiger with a flat face.

"I want to go with Rihana today. But you're disturbing. What do you want to ask for help?"

Tiger dropped his ass on Farhan's side chair. He whispered something in Farhan's ear and then smiled meaningfully.

Then Farhan reached into his pants pocket to call Brian. The long phone call Brian answered was unlike when Tiger called him a few minutes ago.

"Hello, Brian. Where are you? Get me dong!" farhan said according to Tiger's wishes. He pretends to ask to be picked up to find out where Brian is.

"Ouch. I can't, I have important business. It's gonna go."

"Where are you going? All dong if in the same direction. You're still home, right?"

"No way," said Brian firmly. "I have important business. Where is your car?"

"In the workshop," Farhan lied while glancing at Tiger who was listening beside him.

Tiger looks if he glances at Farhan and the phone screen alternately. Then Tiger's lips revealed a sly smile.

"Message a taxi why? Ribet is very. Until you ask ****** everything."

"Oh yeah yeah. I was just thinking," Farhan clenched his forehead pretending to be a fool.

The next second, the phone call was instantly turned off by Brian. It seemed that the man was really in a hurry to leave.

Tiger patted Farhan on the shoulder as he stood up. He walked quickly towards the front yard after saying goodbye to Farhan's parents.

He was back on his big bike, wearing a full-face helmet with black glass that would not show his face. He deliberately wears the helmet so that Brian does not know he is following.

In just a matter of minutes, Tiger's huge motorbike had already darted through the streets. He overtook several vehicles to get to Brian's house.

Sure enough, Brian's usual car just passed through the gate of the complex. Tiger directs his bike to follow where Brian's car is going.

Even so, Tiger kept his distance so that Brian did not realize his existence.

However, the Goddess of fortune was not siding with Tiger. Because, Brian who was driving a car at that time had glanced at the rearview mirror.

Brian smiled at a glance when he saw the shadow of a large motorcycle that looked familiar. Although the biker was wearing a helmet with black glass blocking the face, but Brian still recognized Tiger's motorbike.

Brian and Tiger have been friends for a long time. Of course he memorized Tiger's belongings, especially his motorbike.

He who was originally going to visit Siti's new house, seemed to have to undo the intention so that Tiger could not know where Siti was.

Brian grabbed his phone which he happened to put on the dashboard of the car. He called Andrew's number and put the earphones in his ear.

"Hello, Om. Sorry, I don't seem to be going there. I have a sudden interest, Om," said Brian while still driving and looking straight ahead.

"Well, what a pity. It's the same with Kitty when it's ready. So when are you gonna be here?"

Brian muttered as he glanced back into the rearview mirror to see Tiger's whereabouts.

"No idea, Om. I'll tell you again."

"OK then. If you want to play here anytime you can. Just call. The door's wide open twenty-four hours for you, Brian."