Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters. 11. Fuss in Ghazali's contract

"Feel balloons with bang Al, manasin motor? Means pan balloon ngojek road? But kok .. lonesome is really home. Iye time is still molar already gini day?" The man, known as the chairman of the neighboring ward in Ghazali's residence, looked confused and monologued himself, knocking once again.

There's no answer either.

Until the thin mustachioed man wearing this batik shirt, was about to look inside through the window that was still covered in curtains.

"Any! Intention to ask for anterin to the subdistrict. Pegimane dah. Called not out either. Though the kayaknye motorbike is still ade in the dalem," he murmured again while peering from the window glass whose curtains slightly blurred from the inside.

Finally he tried to contact her on his cell phone.

"Continue, even the whimper of the ringtone from here. But why, don't you wake up too ye bang Al?" The man, who was about forty years old and above, continued to monologue with his speculation wandering in his own mind.

"Wehh, Mr RT! What's in there?" call one of the youths who happened to pass by, then he approached because he saw the look on the face of the man called RT sir was so anxious.

"This, you know, Jak. My feeling is not good ye. Scared, bang Al kenape-nape."

"Emangnye, bang Al, kenape? RT sir, why are you panicking?" ask the young man who is known as Jaka.

"Saye udeh for more than thirty minutes, calling for a call. But, bang Al isn't nongol either. The bike is still in the dalem. Weird right?" sir RT said with a worried tone. However, Ghazali is one of its citizens who is tolerant and very cool.

"Tumben yak, bang Al, belom out ngojek?" Jaka scratched his temple thinking sign. Suddenly he said. "Oh, because of the testing times Mr. RT, so bang Al is still good!" guess Jaka with great confidence.

"Yes kali! Ujan Aje at Ama Ghazali. Moreover, this has subsided." The thin mustachioed Mr. RT was increasingly unsure. This youngster further confused him with perfunctory speculation.

"Well yes, saye aje just woke up, nice cold-cold ame blanket," jaka cerocos while installing a sinless grin.

"Lha, of course you're a poor base! Do not equate to the diligent Ghazali, do not tire, do not know the time, do not care ape hot ujt," protest Pak RT as if not accept with Jaka's guess about Ghazali

While those in the protest only put up a horse-brow grin.

"Ye, mao did again Mr. RT, contract crank saye kan lined tuh. Lah, saye's favorite grandson. Why else besides enjoying the ade ape," he said a little bragging.

"Your cocky!" spray Pak RT growled.

" Let's be arrogant, which is important to have," he said, Jaka continued to defend himself.

"Inget tuh treasure has your cranks that long bellows in the grave. Not your own! Treasures can't be proud!" Speech Mr. RT this time apparently able to silence the mouth of the jaka.

"Yes, yes. How does this keep bang Al pegimana?" asked Jaka with a half-manyun face because he had lost to RT sir.

"Call some citizens, Sono! let me break aje pintunye!" After getting a strict order from Mr. RT, Jaka immediately set foot to call the other residents.

Ghazali happened to contract a patch of houses in the village area close to the suburbs. That's why their dialect is like that.

The village is quite beautiful and cool in the middle of the crush of tall buildings.

Meanwhile in the room.

Apparently, Ghazali rolled himself up again under the covers, after undergoing the morning worship of bad luck.

Unlike usual, he wrapped his body tightly with that thick cloth to the limit of his neck. Until now only his pale face was seen.

There is a sweat that drips from the forehead to pass through the temple. Even though the cold air outside penetrated into the room, even the walls of the house seemed to be moist.

How could this young man sweat, but roll himself up with a thick blanket.

While time was crawling by, the young man seemed to faint on the bed.

Outside some people panic because it is not usually the condition of the occupants of the house that is known to be friendly and easy to blend this has not revealed the trunk of his nose.

They also agreed to break down the rented door after presenting the owner of the house there. He seems a little upset because Ghazali has not paid his rent. Now the residents just want to break down the door of his house.

"Hadeh .. double my loss. May he not die in there," said the owner of the contract with a ketus look. Even his lips look pursed while continuing to pounce.

"Prophey, Jeng Meldi. Don't do that dong!" wiggle Jaka. Although his style sucks, but this young man likes to help the misery of others. He did not like anyone to say bad to Ghazali.

Actually, it's okay if Ghazali is kicked out of Jeng Meldi's contract. After all, he still has stock of how many empty rental doors. However, Ghazali always refused his offer. Just because they don't want to be considered using their friendship.

Before long the door opened hard and RT sir and Jaka immediately poured into the room looking for Ghazali figure.

"Oh Allah, Bang Al!"

"Jak, pinjem car brother lu lekasan! Bang Al fainted!"

They took Ghazali to a nearby hospital. Local hospital units that can accept patients using health insurance cards.

Elsewhere at the same time. Zahra did not intend to return to the factory where he worked. He was uncomfortable working there. Similarly, the mother whined to him to find a job elsewhere. Zahra's determination to resign from there.

Not to mention the location of the boarding house where he lived was not safe. Zahra did not think why there was always a dirty-brained man who intended to disturb him. All this time, he has limited himself. Close the aurat, speak politely and speak as necessary with the opposite sex. But, still they were shamelessly always flirting and seducing her. I don't know what else he has to show.

"So, you really don't want to go back to the factory?" tanya Maryam approached her daughter who was putting clothes in the washing machine. It was one of the facilities the princess had bought to ease her work. Since her kidneys are next door, Maryam can't be too tired.

And so did Umar. Since his father was temporarily paralyzed by an accident that hit him several years ago. He reminded me not to work hard anymore. Because the paralysis could come again at any time if Umar had an accident. For example, falling or sitting too long.

Therefore, inevitably the burden of the head of the household is on the shoulders of Zahra. That girl must be strong to go through everything alone. He will return to find a job later. For the survival of his family, especially the younger brother who still has to go to school.

"Really, Nda. Rara won't work very far anymore. Later, want to find something around here. His salary is small too. But, anyway Rara hopes to meet a big salary, Nda," he explained to Maryam so that the mother calmed down. Although, he has not found what job he will look for later.

"It's finished, Rara wants permission to come out for a while. SMU best friend Rara used to enter the hospital room," he said as he continued his activities.

"Who, Ra. Mona what's Rania?"

"Mona, Nda. Said bleeding. He was taken to the hospital last night" Zahra explained. There was a worried look on her naturally beautiful face without any makeup polish.

"Jaudah departs now, let Mother continue."

"Here you are, Daddy! Mother rest gih!"

"What the hell, let Rara aja ...! You guys get your rest!" encourage Zahra to both parents to get out of the washing area.

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