Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters. 30. The Open Vise.

The man was slightly filled with a large tall posture. Eyes a little narrow like Gilbert. Although he was no longer young, his face seemed free from wrinkles.

"Hello, Uncle Roger. Introduce this Zahra and that's Reva. Those who want to apply for work at Uncle's cafe" Sisca told the adult man before them, whose eagle eyes were scanning and searching.

Any woman would be careless if treated like that.

"Please!" tell Roger after he grunts slowly for failing to touch Zahra's hand. The girl in the hood did not shake her hand.

"Why don't you shake, Ra. Love a good first impression dong" whispered Sisca to Zahra. The girl looked in wonder at him.

"This is how I got acquainted. I simply cupped my palms in front of my chest and slightly lowered my head to her. Is that a lack of respect?" reply Zahra. Makes Sisca sigh.

He doesn't comment anymore, fuck it all. Most importantly, soon the balance notification increases in his account will immediately enter his phone.

"Then, Sisca go first, Uncle. Watch out don't be rude. Temen me is plain," said Sisca before he resigned and passed. Zahra sees Sisca's hidden interaction with Roger through eye gestures. From there, Zahra became more convinced that Sisca had bad intentions for her.

I'm not gonna let Sisca go. He's got to stay here.

"You should stay here. Or I'll go home!" threaten Zahra's. He was seen blocking Sisca's arm. Making his best friend, who is still worthy of being considered a friend, swerve towards him.

Inevitably, Sisca also sat down with him.

Roger took a quick glance and nodded small. Ordered Sisca to stay here.

This girl seems pretty smart. What a plain girl. He has since shown who he is. But, he's interesting. Her face was very pretty even with a simple polish. His tightly closed body must have kept the beauty inside. I have to get it. Got to!

"Drink, you must be thirsty, right? Don't hesitate to relax. Let's talk first to be familiar." The middle-aged man crossed his legs and leaned against the single sofa.

"Thank you for the dinner. I think we go straight to the core" said Zahra, still lowering his gaze. He knew the man in front of him was judging him.

"You must be the one named, Zahra. To the point once," said the man named Roger because he as the owner of this cafe.

"I'm sorry, I just want to make the most of the time, " replied Zahra venturing out to raise her face, looking at her interlocutor. From here his feelings became more certain. He hoped for God's help to be freed from this manipulative place.

Save us Robb. Give us courage and a way out of this place. They really are bad people.

"I like, a simple girl like you, not kinky and noisy" said Roger ambiguously. The middle-aged man then chuckled without taking his eyes off Zahra.

"So, please immediately explain what my job is here."

"You can talk to me face to eye. Let your friend here. Because I only need one woman" Roger explained, further clarifying the suspicions that Zahra and Reva had in mind.

"Sorry, the rules in my religion forbid if both with the opposite sex who is not mahrom, in one room," Zahra refused subtly. He even cupped his palms back in front of his chest.

"Sorry, Sir. We both didn't come to receive a banquet. Not to refuse the windfall, but I came here with the intention of finding a job. But, I think it's all just cancel. My friend and I would not fit in here. Accept the time, excuse me!" Zahra said firmly. He stood by holding Sisca.

"Where can that be! Once you enter this place, then you will not be that easy to return!" sergeant Roger let out a heavy voice. Lost for a moment the hospitality he made.

"Why is that, Sisca? Explain to your boss. I'm not applying for a job here. Me and Reva are coming home!" Zahra stared intently at Sisca. He asked her to talk. However, Sisca brushed off Zahra's stranglehold.

"You fool, Zahra! You'll need money for your mom and dad's treatment. You're the head of the household. According to what the word, Uncle Roger, then he will free you from that trouble!" hardik Sisca's. At once Zahra landed her palm hard on Sisca's cheek.

Plaque!

Sisca's head turned hard to the side, then he turned around and glared in disbelief at Zahra. "You are crazy! I mean noong but you slap me instead! Fuck Lo!" Sisca was about to retaliate against Zahra's treatment in the same way, but Reva blocked her hand.

"Don't expect Lo to get sick, my friend!" threaten Reva with her sharp eyes.

"It seems like this is not the place for us." Zahra and Reva had already stepped towards the door but, locked.

"What do you mean by locking the exit!" Zahra put her fear aside. He must think logically and intelligently for now.

"Stupid you!" hardik Roger on Sisca and Gilbert.

Suddenly, Gilbert went straight to Zahra and blocked his arm. Vera was about to advance but the pull from Sisca at the end of her passport drove her away from Zahra.

"Please take your dirty hands off me!"

"Where, bang Al. The fleet has gathered. Did we just attack?" ask one of the ojols who participated in Ghazali to monitor the state of the building from the outside.

Because according to Ghazali's knowledge this is one of Roger Oxxon's discotheque buildings. One of the illegal businessmen who was blacklisted.

With his IT expertise, Ghazali managed to track down Zahra's mobile number. "I've got his cell phone number, I'll call him first." Ghazali contacted Zahra, and connected. But, the girl did not make a sound when she raised her call. But, he could hear the commotion coming from there. Of course that explains a dangerous situation for Zahra and her friends.

"We're moving on now, Beh. Really not right it turns out. Come on!" Ghazali was followed by dozens of other online motorcycle taxi drivers.

Just in case, as self-defense ammunition. They use, baseball bat and some wood. Some also carry iron. It's like just bawuran. Because what they are dealing with is known to have some guards who are good at fighting.

"Remember! Don't be rash. If I don't get off in ten minutes. Call police!" order Ghazali.

Moments later, the troops Ghazali was carrying were able to knock out the front guard. The fainted guards were tied to the tree by this ojol army.

"So let it be strong!" shouted one of the ojol who the other day helped Ghazali.