Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters. 37. Impressed.

[Thank God, Mama, fine. How brother? Sorry, Mama yes ...! ]

Suddenly Kazenia sobbed. He could no longer bear the sadness and worry that had accumulated in his chest and head. Moreover, their first meeting at that time when Ghazali was out of the hospital.

"Abang jagoan you know. What, Mama forgot?"

"So, don't worry about your brother." Ghazali tried to calm the heart of the woman who had given birth to him. However, his own chest felt tight. Because he lied to everyone. He really can't. He was no longer far from his family.

Therefore Ghazali paused his words for a moment, in order to resupply the supply of air stuck in his throat.

Across there Kazenia simply nodded while smothering her mouth. He could not make a sound even if he simply said he believed. Believing that his son is strong and capable.

"Ma. Brother is in love. What am I supposed to do now? Brother wants to propose to her but-"

[God, Brother! Alhamdulillahot. We should meet ya. Mama doesn't care about anything anymore. We should meet!]

Kazenia said with sparkling eyes, because other than going to end her longing with her mere son her golek. He will also meet his future son-in-law. Next to him, Ilen smiled happily.

For a long time he wanted his son to let go of his bachelor. By finding the heart and heart .

Over there, Ghazali rubbed his face and breathed a sigh of relief. All beyond his expectations. My mom was very enthusiastic and supported him.

Ghazali chuckled at Kazenia's frown. "Ready, Ma, I'll see ya. Then set the place and time again. Greetings to Ilen. You two don't stay in the toilet for long."

After greeting each other the cellular connection was finally cut off.

Disconnected, to connect something that has been cut off for a long time distance and time. The distance created by violence and selfishness of the heart.

Soon knit the love and blood ties that had been torn. Will be fused and returned intact.

I hope that.

"Eh, Len. Mama forgot!" Kazenia shrieked restrained after they came out of the toilet cubicle.

"Why, Ma. What the hell? Why is it so shocking to his face!" Shireen panicked at the expression of her mother.

"Mama forgot. In the toilet, say hello. That brother can't." Kazenia grimacing. Because he was lost earlier.

"Eh, that's Ilen also forgot, Ma!" It was Shireen's turn to panic.

"Astagfirefull!" Both of them said Istighfar simultaneously.

Ghazali set himself in front of the rearview mirror. He tidied up a little bit of his jambang this morning. He faithfully awaits his special invitation. Ghazali had arrived in front of the Muslim cafe fifteen minutes ago.

The place where Zahra started working as a cake maker, for the past few days.

Ghazali was visibly huffed waiting in the parking lot. Some days he has a new routine to deliver and pick up the girl. All at the behest of Umar's father. Somehow a man full of charisma with all the soft words but able to make anyone hesitate to him.

Soon it will be the return hour and the closing time of the shop. Ghazali intends to take Zahra then in a cheap restaurant. He had gathered money as well as the courage to express the feelings and intentions in his heart.

Once in a while, eat at a prestigious place.

Moreover, to reveal the heart.

which is locked for a long time.

Under a thick tree.

He looked at the girl who was going out and headed towards him.

It hasn't started yet but his heart and heart have lost focus on controlling his beat. The air around him suddenly seemed to thin. Makes the lungs look like they're blooming.

Ghazali took a deep breath to breathe as much air as possible. He wants to fill his chest cavity with oxygen to be able to breathe perfectly again.

"Don't you?" Zahra who was already in front of Ghazali greeted while looking in wonder.

Then he scanned the appearance of the man who had always been there in the moment he was slumped and weak with a squeaking gaze full of probing.

"Tumben is really neat, do you want an event?" zahra asked astonishedly, even he scrunched his forehead. As if this was a strange possibility. How not, if currently Ghazali is wearing a shirt behind the Coat.

Haish, Ra's. I but gini for you. Why is your expression even like seeing the sighting of Ki Jambrong.

Ghazali grumbled with anxiety in his heart. Just be brave in your heart.

"Whoever, let's be handsome. Let you not be ashamed. Have a neat kang ojek subscription," replied Ghazali relaxed even though his heart was kind of slaughtered. He walked over to his motorbike parked not far away.

As for that insensitive girl, just round her mouth.

To form the letter "O".

I want to praise who he is. Is there one of the shop children who are still taxing? Kok tumben really think about the appearance.

Zahra subconsciously moved her lips. He was also annoyed to see Ghazali getting more handsome every day. The style of cuek only his personal ojek driver has become the lips of his coworkers. Especially now.

Zahra, who was ready to sit sweetly in the back seat, still knitted her eyebrows and poked her lips. He was immersed in his own thinking.

"Who are? Hola! Ra!" Gjazali called up to three times, then there was the authenticity of this special passenger. Until Ghazali looked in the rearview view because he wanted to know why Zahra was silent.

"Oh, I'm ready!" exclaimed the shocked Zahra.

Haih, she daydreams it turns out .

Hoii, heart. Stronger no?

What are you doing tomorrow anyway?

Ghazali seemed hesitant because Zahra did not praise his performance at all. Instead the girl looked at him strangely and suspiciously. Ghazali wanted to impress Zahra. Yes that's the truth.

Although it turned out to be reality beyond expectations.

"Kok kayaknya not the way to the house, Bang! Have you suddenly forgotten your memory!" screeches. Zahra tries to communicate when Ghazali's vehicle is speeding.

Ghazali pretended not to listen. Zahra ended up knocking on the green helmet that covered her head.

"Yes, Ra. Wh why? Why is Brother's head in the ketok anyway!"

...Seriate...