Love on the verge of suffering
The Wrong accusation

"Ouch... Why'd it hit Mba?" ghava asked, his hand rubbing his head that hurt from the blow from Zifa, and the bag that made him hit was small, but it hurt as well.

"That's why, look for a chance to hold on, want to kiss," Zifa's great-grandson was still safely crossed in front of her chest. Afraid that Ghava's messing around.

"What the hell do you mean? I'm going to put the seat belt on the bridge" Ghava responded by pointing at the seatbelt hanging next to Zifa.

"Aleshan! I can say ajah. Mba her guard belt in pairs or how so let me install it yourself do not look for opportunities in narrowness," hiss Zifa, the woman still thinks that Ghava really wants to abuse her.

"I asked Mba Ifa... Monggo has his seat belt installed by himself, because I will not advance my vehicle if the seat belt has not been installed." Ghava also let Ifa install his own safety belt.

With great difficulty Zifa tried to wear a seat belt that turned out hard, "Where the hell is this, the car's time is good and looks expensive broken seat belts," zifa's inner hand was still trying to pull the safety belt that was beside her.

"This is how the hell, the guard belt is damaged, can not be used," said Zifa, the code asked for help, but prestige. It was time to ask for help. What the world says....

Ghava looked away and smiled mockingly at Zifa who was still trying to wear the hard seatbelt. "So you want to try it yourself or help me Mba?" ghava asked in a wavy tone, as Zifa was already that smartass.

"It's been helped, but don't fuck around." Zifa finally gave up and let Ghava help her, rather than her long business, to go home on a motorcycle taxi. The rain was falling and Zifa had to hitch a ride on Ghava.

Zifa held her breath as Ghava helped attach the seat belt to her. His eyes were closed and his chest was held so as not to breathe for a few seconds as long as Ghava was in front of him. The fragrance of the male body that is now in front of Zifa really tickled Zifa's nose and that's a sign of perfume used by men who thought the taxi driver online was not any perfume parfume, no perfume, must be an expensive parfume.

"Udah do not hold his breath, then even fainted again because he did not breathe" said Ghava after successfully pairing a seatbelt in Zifa's chair.

" Why hurry, keep the belt not broken?" asked Zifa in wonder why she had pulled can not be hard like stuck, and now the turn in use by Ghava is very easy and fast and no longer feel if the man pairing it. Zifa was afraid that she would hit her sensitive body.

"The belt is not broken, only Mba Ifa is dead who does not know how to install it, and that's the reason I was willing to help you Miss Ifa, but instead I got hit," ghava started his luxury car.

"Yes I'm sorry, I think Masnya want to macem-macem the same me, so I reflect. Then anyway use a complicated car rich gini, want to use the seat belt alone is very difficult, next time the purchase is easy Mas, Mas, rich Xenia or Sigra so that in addition to cheap also wear the belt is not complicated," said Zifa instead advises Ghava, because of the wrong purchase of vehicles..

In the car, they also met each other, especially acquainted, where Zifa did not know the name Ghava, and also where he came from. Then the reason why it can reach this combat city.

"My name is Ghava, I am from Jakarta, my goal here is to find a girlfriend. Does Mba Ifa want to be Mas Ghava's girlfriend?" Ghava introduced himself as a new student at school, and of course a little joke so that the atmosphere of the cold night is not too cold.

"Later show me the net well Mba, where the road is foggy so I don't know the road here," said Ghava who was very disturbed by the fog and rain water that fell rapidly.

Zifa also followed what Ghava wanted to focus on the road and showed the path that will be passed by them, he said, so focused Zifa with the road to the point that he did not focus his phone that since last Alwi and Tasi busy doing pangilan on Zifa whose night was getting late and also heavy rain, but Zifa did not return.

Even the ingredients of the cake that Zifa and Tasi had been shopping had come while Zifa was out of nowhere, and had not come home too..

"You know what Tasi is why you can't tell that Zifa hasn't gotten into the dirt, and you're just staying away." Beni who is tidying the ingredients of the cake on the shelf is also anxious with Tasi, his co-worker who is forgetful.

"Yes sorry I think Ifa Tea has gone up to the bike, because I mules so no more clay has really gone up or not. This is how Dr. Alwi. Tasi was afraid that Ifa Tea was all right." His face was getting more anxious, the rain was getting heavier, but Zifa had not come home either, and Beni just before the rain actually fell more and more heavily had followed to the place where Zifa missed, too, but said the people there Zifa had gone home by car, Beni went home again, and thought Zifa had gone home but it turned out that Zifa million house was not there. Alias has not arrived.

Zara, just like her mother's funeral, stood behind the window staring at the torrent of rain falling from the sky and the darkness of the night.

"Where is Doctor Ifa?" asked Zara, in her bath of course she was anxious, in the rain like this but Zifa did not come home yet.

"Zifa is coming home soon" replied Alwi, his feelings getting anxious but he was also confused to find Zifa where, while according to Beni, Zifa had gone home.

Tasi and Alwi are still trying to contact Zifa, hoping that Zifa will pick her up.

"Fa picked up Fa's phone, at least you talked to Zara so she wouldn't worry, because you haven't come home yet. Zara is very worried about you, "that's the message that Alwi sent to Zifa, I don't know how many messages Alwi had sent to Zifa but still not read as well.