Will Never Let You Go
Ojek

The voice of employees in one corner of a fast food restaurant, precisely in the dressing room sounded boisterous. Someone whistled happily because he was going on a date with his girlfriend. Some are frowning because this month's salary was exhausted to pay pay the paylater, and there is also a smile that is not clear in the corner of the room, as Arasellia is doing at this time. The girl who was familiarly called Ara was unceasingly smiling sweetly as her fingers danced on the phone keyboard.

“Ra!” The voice of his friend, Keyla, managed to make the long-haired girl hold her head up.

“Ya, Key?”

“Home nebeng, yes, Beautiful? Last morning my motorbike broke down did not want to be brought to work.” Keyla blinked her eyes cute pretentious.

“Eum ... how, yes?” Ara pretended to think by tapping her index finger at the temple.

“Halah! Lama!” sergeant Keyla when his best friend since High School never keeps up. “I'm just nebeng! But, before I go home I go to the toilet, yeah?” the door as it passed.

“Ngapain?” Ara quizzically asked when she knew what Keyla was going to do.

“Change diapers. Satisfied!” keyla answered, half screaming.

Instantly laughter filled the room because not only Ara, but other employees who were still there were also made to spin around with Keyla's words that sometimes passed frontal.

A few minutes passed, Keyla had not yet returned from the toilet while the rest of the friends had said goodbye to Ara.

“Key, spout!”

“Patience! So much, yes!”

Ara shuddered at hearing it. “I take the motor first, huh? I'm waiting in front. It's so hot here!” The girl screamed again.

“Iyaaaa.”

With a rush Ara also grabbed her bag and headed for the parking lot. He was a little horrified because the lighting in that place was very minimal. Ara quickly put on her denim jacket that she put under the seat and put on a helmet, then she ran her motorcycle in front of the restaurant.

Stopping her motorcycle on the side of the highway, Ara was greeted by a night wind that blew quite fast. Tents of food vendors ranging from chicken noodles, meatballs, soto, to catfish pecel have lined up neatly across the street where Ara sits on her current bike. He deliberately chose that place to make Keyla walk a long way. Jahil indeed!

A few meters from where the girl was, a luxury car suddenly stopped. Which makes a neat-looking man who sits in the back seat of the car suddenly frowned.

“Why stop?” asked Darma with her raised eyebrows next to her.

Behind the wheel, Cahyo could only gulp. Cahyo just remembered that he was wrong to bring the car. It should be a car that currently only fills the road that he brought to the workshop because there is a problem, but forgot because of an impromptu task from Silvia, Darma's sister, who has a problem, to find the missing hairpin.

Cahyo's face looks pias. “Anu, Mas ..”

“Anu what?”

“I was wrong to bring the car. This car should be in the workshop now,” great-grandson Cahyo like a pinch rat.

“What?!” Darma is angry.

“Mas, Patience, Mas. Let me check first. Who knows can be meted.” Cahyo immediately opened the door and got out of the car. The mature brown-skinned man heaved a sigh of relief. At least he can avoid Darma's rampage. However, it seems that it was only an instant because the next minute Darma also came out of the car.

“Where?” Darma was already ruffled by the waist next to Cahyo who was busy fiddling with the hood of the car. The man knew that the driver would not be able to fix the car. Guaranteed one hundred percent. People can slit his throat if he's wrong.

“Can't, Mas,” said Cahyo a few moments later.

An upset Decak came out of Darma's mouth. The streets tonight are so crowded. There's no way he's sending Cahyo back home to get another car. Plus from earlier Darma also did not see any taxi passing by.

“Where, Yes, Yo? It's Papa's birthday, you know, can get drunk if I get late.” Imagining his mama will nag throughout the event alone successfully makes his head dizzy. Time and again Darma breathed a furious breath.

Cahyo's eyes circulate trying to find a solution for her employer. Until finally his eyes caught someone sitting on a motorcycle that he thought was a motorcycle taxi driver who was running.

“Ojek, Mas!” cetusus got a sharp shot from Darma.

“Yang is really you! Timing dateng to five-star hotel ride ojek!”

“Lha, how, Mas? Instead of getting scolded later by Mom. Hayo?”

Darma growled low. The driver is sometimes rude. “Emang no ojek?” Darma looks resigned. It seems he has no other choice.

“Tuh!” Cahyo pointed at a white matic motor that was only a few meters away from where the two were standing.

Darma looks doubtful. However, he finally approached the driver of the motorbike. At the place where he stood, Cahyo giggled in satisfaction. When else can see a rich kid riding a motorcycle in a neat suit so.

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