The Price of Sainthood
Shame on the Almighty

The large-bodied matic motor was speeding after getting passengers. If usually the online motorcycle taxi driver and passengers will be equally happy with their short cooperation, but this time it is different with Dante and Alisha.

Dante who sat in front as an online motorcycle taxi driver seemed to dislike his first passenger today, while Alisha, as the passenger, seemed so forced to become a passenger Dante this morning.

Both have their own reasons for that. Dante who was from the beginning had a bad impression on Alisha could not tolerate it. He has personal trauma related to this.

As for Alisha, honestly, no personal problems happened between her and Dante. However, because of Dante's excessive attitude towards him that makes it so carried away. He considered Dante so sensitive that it was so easy to look at someone from just the outside view.

However, Alisha does not want to mess around with this kind of trivial thing. For him to get an ojek to be able to get to the market and shop for all needs, it has made him happy.

"Where are you going?" Dante opened the conversation with a question after a long moment of silence.

"Markets." Alisha answered flatly.

"Markets?" Dante frowned before then smiling dismissively. "Well, why go there? Want trading. Are you sure there's no wrong place?"

Alisha, who did not understand Dante's intentions, could only glance at the young man from behind with her brows furrowed.

"What's the wrong place?" He asked in a surprised tone before explaining. "Have you ever gone to school? In the world, have you ever socialized? You know what a market is! Where people buy! Some people sell and some buy! If I want to go shopping, where's the fault?" alisha asked with gritting teeth holding back the growl.

"The wrong is elo! Wrong place to choose!" dante's reply was also full of emphasis. Seeing the innocent pretentious attitude of the girl behind him made him so emotionally ignited. He was sure, Alisha was not a stupid girl who did not even understand where the conversation was going.

"Gue know, you want to trade, right? Like the one at the hotel!" dante said with an accusatory tone. While his lips still smiled humbly.

"Hotel?" Alisha's eyebrows are linked to each other. For a moment he tried to examine the meaning of Dante's words and immediately his eyes widened unacceptable. "You mean what the fuck is it that I'm trading anu? Heh, don't slander people carelessly, yes! Sin tau!"

"Lo is a sin! I'm selling myself, still a hypocrite!"

"Dare to argue, right. Because you're wrong!" Dante smiled triumphantly, whereas Alisha could only snort in annoyance.

"Give up."

Dante could only shake in disbelief at the indifference of his passengers. From the outside, Alisha does look innocent and simple. However, who would have thought if the girl was jal*nya om-om striped nose. Even from the hotel chosen as the place of transaction has shown that Alisha is a high-class PSK. The wages he received were also not playful in numbers.

How does Dante know? Yes yes, wong he saw for himself at that time.

"Lo is young. Your journey is still long. Do you want to live forever in a pool of sins? You're not ashamed of the almighty?"

As a fellow human Dante felt the need to advise because he still cared. However, instead of taking his advice, Alisha instead let out a slouch while turning the lazy eyeball.

"What the hell? It's not clear."

It's clear that Dante went straight up the apoplexy. Unknowingly his grip on the motor handlebar tightened and his teeth gritted.

"Basar fool! Pity you, noh! He who has fought his life even you live using illicit money! Conscious woy!"

"It could be quiet, no! You're too much to know!"

"Lo is outrageous!"

Unfortunately, Dante did not look back. If only he had looked at Alisha's face, perhaps he could have seen her eyes glazed over.