Married Om Duda
Chapter 3

An hour has passed. Nur had returned to his place of origin, while Lizi had just finished dressing up and was about to get out of the room. When he locked the door, he was surprised by the figure of Farez sitting on the chair with a serious face.

"Owo woo bang–ke!" The screech was shocked to the point of sticking to the door. "Sir, surprise me!"

Farez turned his head with a flat face without saying anything. Then, get up and fix his black leather jacket.

"Buruan!" the thrill then just left.

"What kind of people do? Ngesot's horn? It could be sitting in the boarding house there are no excuses!" celoteh Lizi followed Farez's footsteps to get to the motorcycle parking lot.

Not many words came out of Farez's mouth. As soon as he reached the parking lot, he simply picked up the helmet and just put it on. Lizi's mouth was still talking about the actions of the boarding father, while riding on his own motorbike.

Suddenly ….

"Eh, uh ... why did you ride that?" Farez pointed at the motor Lizi was riding.

"Well, this is my bike, sir. What's his fault?"

"Down! Who said you ride your own bike?" Farez swung his index finger.

"Well on, are we that bonkers, sir?" Lizi fixed the helmet hook.

"Well, what if you run away later?"

Fares' answer made Lizi look up. He could not even guess the way of mind from the father of the boarding house, who turned out to have been a year of graduation.

"Snow? Sir, don't fuck!" Lizi folded her hands in annoyance. "If I run away, you can immediately change the key to my boarding room. After all, my things there are worth more than a 1-month rental fee!"

The defense that made his mouth foam, Farez did not rub. He still forced Lizi to sit on his bike.

I know the reason why he could be a widower in his thirty years. Maybe one of them is this.

Lizi was very forced and heavy-hearted, riding on a big motorbike bearing the words Ducati, which Farez will drive. Just raising his body and correcting his position, Farez hastily presses his motorbike to make Lizi's body almost toppled over. Luckily he immediately pulled the leather jacket and hugged Farez's body from behind.

"Boyou are surprised!" the cry immediately withdrew.

Already treating Lizi like that, Farez seemed not to feel guilty. He even smiled cunningly as he turned his head and closed the full face helmet glass on.

The reason, of course, can be guessed easily, right? But ….

Although the front of his Indekos was a private residence. Farez wasn't just at home. Its presence there can even be counted by the finger every month. Such actions seemed to make the boarding child there swallow the word 'maniac' for the widower om-om.

"Sir, Sir!" Lizi patted Farez's shoulder. "It's got its OWN ATM, step aside for a second!"

Farez immediately pulled over his motorbike, but the position was far from the ATM Lizi pointed at. Upset that his goal was too far gone, Lizi went down and prepared to protest. However, not yet had his mouth opened, Farez rebuked him first.

"Sir, sir, I'm an online motorcycle taxi! Pake a pat on the shoulders of everything!" farez's protest left Lizi's lips open, with flickering eyes.

Duh, this guy. Once diem, he was already a cake. Once nyablak, nyablak aja kek horn ship.

"What do I need to do, sir? Elus-elus thighs of the Father while whispering?" lizi's protesting that held back was upset. "You want to call Om? or Mas? Brother?"

Farez took off the helmet, put it in the tank, then folded his hands together and said, "Are I a lick?"

"Well, Bang," muttered Lizi, throwing her face away.

"Buruan sana, transfer! Don't get any less." Farez spoke without seeing Lizi and was busy lighting a cigarette.

Lizi clenched her hands tightly when she saw the distance standing with the ATM machine, almost 500 meters away.

"Buset, this is as far as my soul mate," he said.

He glanced back at Farez who was still unconcerned, then saw the circular watch in hand. His work time was almost here, and he would no longer linger. In the end, the sane would rather give in, than continue arguing with the madman, as he thought as he turned away.

"Gue I swear, damn the dudas! He could've gotten a little kid."

...TBC...

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