Married Om Duda
Chapter 4

"Now, Sir. I've transferred, same next month!" Lizi gave a receipt of the transfer receipt, which was immediately taken by Farez.

Two corners of Farez's lips rose sharply, then inserted the transfer evidence into his pants pocket. "OK," he said briefly while turning on his big motorbike and leaving.

Farez's actions clearly made Lizi gawk in wonder, and was shocked by his treatment. He thought the hostess would drive him to work after that, but it turned out ….

"Loh, loh, sir! How am I staying!" he shouted as Farez turned his big motor.

"Jojeg is you!" peekik Farez while turning his bike and covering away.

Upset, maybe Lizi was feeling when Farez kicked his expensive bike and left. He stamped one foot on the ground while cursing. "Young bangkotan! I swear I kicked a cow, impotent lo!"

His breathing sounded heavy, trying to let out all his anger. He even scrunched up his hard-earned hair neatly.

"Well Jojeg clock this way, where's the dapet? Ahh shit!" Lizi reached into the bag, picked up the phone from the inside, when she was about to open the Jojeg app, suddenly ….

Brumm

Farez stopped in front of him, not forgetting the buzz of his flagship motorbike. He opened the helmet glass, then gave Lizi the signal to go up. Lizi who was already upset, even threw away an indifferent face.

"Roving hunt! I'm anther to work!" he said with a slightly raised tone.

"No need, sir!" answer's short.

Farez let out a long sigh, then with a quick hand move, pulled Lizi's hand. “Lo want to wait Jojeg sampe turned into ear fungus?”

Just because there was no compelling reason to refuse, plus the time had gone by. In the end, he chose to lower his prestige and ride on the bike.

“Let me buy that prestige! Than the 200 grand commission I vanished. Jatah jajan micin same Cocci tea I a month tuh,” his inner with a feeling of forced, when riding on the bike.

The light of the lamp is half dim, under the moonlight that feels melancholy. Accompanying throughout their journey that felt silent without a word, leaving only the noise of the exhaust that was enough to disturb Lizi's sensitive ears.

Noisy at the exhaust? How does gini say? Shoulder pat .. ntar crashing again.

"Sir, sir ..." call Lizi close her lips. But due to the noise of the teknipot, Farez could not hear Lizi's call.

Well, budeg him. He's not afraid, what else am I behind him?

Bye, pat me on the shoulder. Besides, that's the big shoulder in the wine, too, right?

"Hey, Mas Farez!" Lizi patted Farez's shoulder a few times.

Instantly, Farez let go of his left hand and opened the helmet glass. Then, straighten his back and hang his left hand beside Lizi's thigh. Farez reflexively turned his head, making the distance between the two just two sticks.

From earlier nyium perfume nih guy just a glance. Pas nby gini, crazy fragrance make ... ouch!

Lizi swallowed her rough saliva, when she felt a strange turmoil in her heart that suddenly thrashed so hard to make her dissolve in the world of shame. However, his privates were immediately broken by the red bulbs, belonging to the company where he worked.

"Stop in front of me, that's my office, sir!" he said half nervous.

Farez stopped the motor right in front of the office, under a spruce tree with fluorescent lights, which is good for chatting with gebetan.

"Work at this hour, what time do you come home?" ask Farez when Lizi gets off the bike.

"If you can do it back home, sir. If you can do it at 1 or 2 o'clock," he replied.

"In vulnerable areas, tar if you go home call, let me pick you up."

Lizi's eyes rounded and blinked a few times. He thought, his eardrum was broken because of the noise of the exhaust. To the extent that, he asked Farez to repeat his words.

"I don't budge, do I, sir? Are you sure you want to pick me up?"

"Again there is an event here, all at once," replied Farez briefly. "Let's call, go home with me!"

Farez just left, leaving Lizi still dumb, not knowing what to respond to.

...TBC...