Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters 1. The Meeting of Ghazali and Zahra.

BRACKET

A middle-aged man with a stiff face and hardened jaw. Hit the desk in his office out of anger.

The men in suits standing before him could only bow in fear.

"Find my son only you can't!"

"Why should I be surrounded by fools like you!" Arkhan Sanjaya, the cold arrogant owner of the ALPHA CORPORATION, is no longer able to hold back his emotions. When the lackeys he hired failed to do the job he gave them in five years.

After all, he had to find a successor to his business. Or its competitors are increasingly eager to try to drop their pride. Where as one, Arkhan has no heir.

"I must have found you, bad boy!"

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Seen an online motorcycle taxi driver just dropped off his passenger in front of the minimarket. He nodded and said thank you when the customer gave him good tips.

"Alhamdulillah, get money for lunch." The man who had a sweet smile behind his dull face, seemed grateful for the windfall he received, even though it was only worth a pack of rice paddies.

Just a few meters, his phone again rang a sign of an order coming in. He immediately pulled over, to read his status.

"Well, not far from here. Okay, let's go!" This man named Ghazali once drove his vehicle to pick up customers who want to use his services.

Until, he arrived in front of a cosmetics factory, then stopped the pace of the two wheels on his old motor.

"Excuse me, with Ms Zahra Syahrini?" ask Ghazali kindly, make sure.

"That's me, Bang. This, with driver Ghazali Sanjaya, huh?" The cute girl who covered her head with the wide pasmina also made sure that the driver she ordered was in line with the app.

"Yes, Ma'am. It's helmet!" Ghazali also agreed and handed over head protection to this beautiful passenger.

'Oh Allah, Al dream what is semalem? The passengers are so clear.' Inner Ghazali girang not play. It seems like he will be excited about living today.

Around just drove a few kilo meters, the vehicle that Ghazali drove suddenly had a problem. The motor suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. Fortunately, the road is not too crowded. Directly, Ghazali pulled the vehicle over with the help of his two legs.

"Why, stop si, Bang? Where is this far away," astonished Zahra, the sweet girl, who wore a pasmina to cover her head until it extended to the front of her body. His voice sounded annoyed, because, the online motorcycle driver suddenly stopped the speed of his second wheeled vehicle. While he was chasing time.

"Sorry, yes, Ma'am .. Let me check first," replied Ghazali with a bad taste. He immediately got off his vehicle after, Zahra who went down first of course.

The girl looks riled up, visible from her gestures that move back and forth. Every now and then, even Zahra looked towards the clock that was coiled around her wrist.

'Patience, Ra. May the mother be well.' Inner Zahra, worried.

'Ck! Comet ... You why? Don't embarrass the dong cave!' rutuk, Ghazali, who was full of sweat all over his face to his neck. Because the sun was very hot.

' Cepetan cake idup. This is not the time to go on strike! Kasian tuh, the ukhty so hot on the roadside.' Seen the driver of the online motorcycle occasionally hit the body of the motor. He has been tinkering with anything that might affect the condition of his old motor at this time. But circumstances say something else.

Because, at the time of signing up he borrowed a motorcycle belonging to his neighbor. I hope Zahra is not disappointed.

" Come on, how's dong, Bang? "wonder, the sweet-faced girl was confused. Because only half way the bike even broke down, the intention wants to quickly get home. It turns out that the vehicle he was riding actually got a constraint.

What aces to, Zahra. Get a driver that uses a motor butut. Though it must immediately reach home in order to immediately see the condition of the sick mother. Even so, he will not give negative comments. Because Zahra understands how the world of this online ojek.

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"Oh God, Mary. Your body is so hot. We take care of it, I borrow the same motorbike next door neighbor," said a man wearing a skullcap and a sarong. His face was very shady and charismatic. With a thin mustache and a fine sideburn that adds to the impression of authority at his age who is no longer young.

"No need, Bang. Mar wants to wait, Brother is coming home. Mar kangen," reject the woman who is leaning on the head of the divan. His face was pale and his lips dry. His eyes also look cute, indicating he is not okay at this time.

"This morning you have brought out everything that goes into your stomach many times. I'm worried about you. Your current body must be lacking in nutrients," persuaded the forty-eight-year-old to say softly while rubbing the wife's thin cheeks. The look from him looked so sad and full of wounds.

"I just want to meet you, Zahra. Why hasn't he come home this week. I'm worried about him, Bang. I just want to see my daughter every day" whined Maryam, in a raucous voice. His throat was blocked when he remembered his dream a few nights ago. That's what makes the condition drop.

"I'm sorry, yeah baby. Because my rickshaw was damaged by a car a few months ago, so Zahra was the one who had to bear all the needs of this family. I'm a useless father. I should have fought for you. No, my daughter Zahra." The almost middle-aged man looked down. When he remembered his daughter working out of town to replace her role as the head of the household.

"This is not wrong, Bang Umar. Everything has become God's will. It's just that Mar's heart hasn't calmed down for a few days. I keep thinking about my daughter's situation out there,"

Umar could only look back at him. He could not persuade his wife to seek treatment, nor could he contact Zahra, who he thought must be at work.

In fact, one of his sons who was only in the second grade of junior high school was seen fiddling with his cellphone. He was seen several times sending voice notes to his brother.

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Zahra looks increasingly riled because, the driver seems to fail to make his old vehicle life.

" Mom,"

"Yes, why?"

"Would you please help me?"

"Please what?" Zahra scrunched her forehead.

"Help me push the motor until the front there yes, like there is spare parts workshop tuh,"pinta, Ghazali lightly. Driver ojol who has a pretty face is not shy in the least, ordered the user of his services to help push the motorbike on the road that is a bit uphill, without waiting for an agreed answer even from the passengers.

"Well! Whaaat! Do–motor push?" Zahra gawking. Staring alternately at the old motorbike and the driver who put on a innocent face without sin.

Ghazali just smiled lightly.

Thankfully it was sweet.

...Seriate...