Will Never Let You Go
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“Ojek, Kak,” said Darma then sat his body in the back seat of the motor that was appointed Cahyo.

Sensing the extra load on her motor, Ara turned her head with perfectly rounded eyes and gaping lips. The truth is he is mistaken for Ojek.

“Sorry, I'm not an ojek. Mas please come down.”

“That's nothing to be ashamed of. I used to, really, look at girls ngojek. Mothers even while carrying their children.”

Ara's nose kempis hear it. He's not shy or anything, but he's not a motorcycle taxi driver. Camn it!

“Udah spit. Want you to avoid how I also do not want to go down. I paid you three times, deh.” Darma spoke again before Ara told him to go down for the second time.

Triple that?

Ara's lips covered in a smile. “Emang where to go?”

“Hotel Coriander.”

Ara thought for a moment. The hotel is still quite far away. It might take almost half an hour to get there. How much money did he get when he was tired of working on him?

“You just say how much I pay,” chirps Darma as if knowing the thoughts of the girl in front of him.

Instantly the lamp on Ara's head shone brightly. He could have asked for a wage according to the service fee of his motorbike yesterday. Unfortunately, his savings money did not get drained.

“OK!”

In the next second, Ara began to drive his motorbike through the crowded streets of Solo City. Ara who had a traffic accident last month did not dare to drive at high speed.

“Skettle bit, dong. Late, nih!” Darma nagging. He saw his watch over and over again, and clucked. “This motor what snail why melt so much?”

Ara chose to pretend not to hear even though Darma's voice which now looks more like a beetle's voice continues to buzz in her ears. His life is more precious than anything else. Ara also did not think. Why the man who now continues to squeeze his back so that his speech is heard can be more chatty than his mother.

Infuriated with Darma who continues to misterocos, Ara took a deep breath, getting ready to drive his motorcycle faster. If it can be faster than the speed of the wind let the mouth of the man in the boncannya is silent. Ara smiled obliquely before then pulling the gas strongly until her speedometer needle almost touched the 100km/h mark.

Nggggg!

Darma's heart feels like it's about to be dislodged. He wanted to get there quickly, but not so fast. If this is how he did not reach the hotel, but until the hospital or worse wake up in front of him there are already angels.

“Neither time! Broken, here, existing hair.” Darma's looking for an excuse. No way ‘kan he said scared. Losing time with women. Prestigious!

Ara is indifferent. You fools want damaged hair, loose eyelashes, or something. What is clear is that the girl just wanted to lower her speed when entering the Coriander Hotel area.

Stopping his motorbike right in front of the lobby, Ara took off the helmet followed by a long sigh. “Huahhh!” He feels satisfied. His skill in carrying a motorcycle cannot be underestimated. Now it was time for him to mention the nominal he wanted.

While the new Darma down from the bike snorted bitterly because of its appearance that became a little messy. “How much do you ask?” tanyanya to the point.

Shamelessly Ara replied, “Three hundred thousand.”

Soon Darma reached into his pants pocket. Knowing that the thing he was looking for did not exist, the man tried to check the other pocket. There was only his business card, it was also scrapped because it seemed to be washed away. Darma remembered just before he got out of the car he put his wallet in his bag. While Ara who felt suspicious immediately put on a face of alert. Just be careful if you lie!

“My wallet missed in the car. How about paying tomorrow?” With bated breath Darma tried to negotiate.

“What? Tomorrow?”

“Iya, tomorrow. Well, I gave you my business card for bail. Later I changed twice what you said earlier,” he said put his business card into the palm of Ara's hand.

Ara just gawking. His eyes glared at the fact that the man he did not know his name had entered the hotel.

“Sial! The style alone is like a conglomerate turned out to be the contents of his wallet dying!” Ara kept mumbling until she finally heard her phone ringing. It was a phone call from Keyla. Ah, his best friend must be confused looking for him. Ara revived her motorbike and left the hotel with a big heart.