Love Port.
1. Come with him
A 20-year-old woman was walking by the side of the hallway, her eyes empty, and she was daydreaming..
hct ...! hct ...!
Even the sound of the horn was ignored. His face was focused on the black asphalt road, I don't know what he was thinking.
"Zahira!"
A handsome young man stopped the pace of his motorbike, he wore jeans with slightly torn knees and a black hoody.
"Naufal, I'm sorry I didn't hear you" Zahira said
"Don't papa, need no ride?" naufal
The woman smiled while nodding her head.
"OK let's go up! where you going?
" Hmm ... it ..." it seems the girl was reluctant to speak. His face was worried
"Where is it?" naufal
"To the house of sudirman, his father tony"
"What!" why are you there, he's a loan shark.
"Look Fal, my dad's sick. I need money to borrow my father's medicine, so he can't work. Not to mention the cost of my college. "he said heartily.
"Let's see, what if I lend you money to buy your father's medicine? naufal
"But I owe you so much."
The man smiled and spoke.
"Here you go, don't hesitate. I don't like to see a pretty girl on her face like a walking statue, no expression."
Naufal was indeed very kind to Zahira, as he harbored a taste in the beautiful girl who was in front of him.
Yes ... His name is Mohammad Naufal, his parents are from madura. He went to Jakarta for college as well as work to increase his tuition fees, and this is where he met his heart patch.
Zahira Azzahir was a beautiful woman, with her pliable eyelashes, a small nose, sexy lips and a sweet chin, further adding to the admiration in the heart of a Naufal.
The man got off the bike he was riding, reached for the pocket on his waist, and he put the two pieces of red money in front of the beautiful woman.
"This is for you, hopefully it can help. You don't have to think about how to pay for it, because whenever it does, I'll find you to collect your debt hehe,"
Naufal giggled at Zahira screeching her lips, involuntarily holding her adorable cheek.
"Eh, that was a fly on your cheek." Naufal scratched his hair that was not itchy, he misbehaved with his own actions.
"Yes, let's go ahead"
"Oki dokki," acted in a hunchy voice
"What the hell, gellaaaay tau," Zahira giggled
"Please ride the princess" said Naufal
"Well, Ojek sir, raise the wings of your horse" replied Zahira
For a moment they laughed together.
"Why be an ojek sir?" naufal grumbled
"can't ...?"
"My future priest, it's better to be horrified."
"Dream it, yuk ah cuuss." While landing his ass to a seat as the driving naufal.
Discussion continues.
"Benerran loh ra' if we are destined to unite, there will be no obstacles that block, surely we will be met until we can be together," said Naufal seriously
"Udah ah don't discuss that. "
As soon as there was no chatter between them, they were swept away with their thoughts. They arrived in front of Zahira's house.
"Naufal, thank you..,
"OK on."
"Don't stop by first.?"
"Gak ah, just say my greetings equally bokap."
"Be careful on the road."
Actually Zahira did not dislike Naufal, but the man never expressed his feelings. He only gave his codes and his zombie appeal to Zahira. Zahira was only afraid of his own baper, so he was lazy to respond to Naufal's appeal, let time answer everything.
"Dad, may the spit be healed" he mumbled softly, his gaze focused on the body that was rolled limp on the bed.
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