The Price of Sainthood
A reward?

Sitting on a long wooden chair, Dante enjoyed the bowl of meatballs he had just ordered. The young man ate his breakfast today voraciously. Either because it is very good or maybe the stomach is already rumbling, a bowl of meatballs that look ordinary it feels delicious amazing.

Recalling his miserable fate, the young man's lips curved bitterly. God does have many ways to make his people grateful for all the blessings.

In the past, he never ate food at a cheap price. His parents always gave him what he asked for, including luxurious facilities and abundant treasures. However, unfortunately it made him so spoiled that he acted obscenely and disappointed his papa. As a result, now he must live as a form of punishment.

It was actually an easy matter for his father to withdraw the sentence. It is with Dante to accept an arranged marriage with the daughter of a friend. Unfortunately Dante is the stubborn type of young man. He will not want to marry someone who is not loved even though he has to pay a lot with a life of hardship.

A bowl of meatballs has gone toilet, as well as a glass of warm tea. Dante paid him with the money he bought this morning. Nominal money that he used to even look one eye. Unexpectedly, the current nominal was actually very, very valuable to him. Besides being able to make his stomach full also wet the thirsty throat.

Because the motorbike's fuel is running low, he chose to sit on his motorbike parked beautifully in the market parking lot while waiting for the next order. Because of her true good looks, it was not uncommon for a woman who happened to pass by to look at her in amazement without blinking. Dante is just nonchalant while continuing to play offline games from his smartphone.

I don't know how long Dante stayed there. The young man with a sharp nose had begun to feel bored.more so he had not been able to order.

Keeping his phone back in his jacket pocket, Dante then circulated his gaze around. Without him expecting, a slim body figure that for him was familiar seemed to walk with quick steps out of the market. Stopping, the girl put her luggage on the floor and searched for something from the small black bag she had sown on her left shoulder.

Dante was stunned looking at Alisha from a distance. The girl looks innocent. It doesn't really show if he's a night butterfly. Apparently the girl was really shopping for necessities. Not selling himself as he was accused of.

Ah, Dante felt sorry for a moment. He feels petty because he judges someone from the outside view. No matter what Alisha's real life, the girl never harmed her. So for whatever reason he must judge Alisha. Is it not the sin of each who bears it? His obligation to remind has also fallen because Alisha itself is difficult to accept people's opinions.

Before long the phone in Dante's pocket was clinking. The young man rushed to reach the flat object and suddenly turned his back after seeing the notification. Either by chance or how, apparently the customer this time was Alisha again. Moaning weakly, he then approached the beautiful girl who was still standing.

"Then you again?" The question was thrown from Alisha's lips after Dante arrived. Alisha looked surprised to see the young man. A suspicious look was unguided to Dante who looked indifferent to him.

"Are you waiting for me on purpose?" guess Alisha is half-accused.

"Wait for an eye, lo?" cynical Dante. "Gue stay here because my motor fuel is thin! How do I know if I get another elo customer!"

Without Dante guessing it turns out Alisha laughed at hearing his speech. The girl laughed crisply like without any burden even though her laughter sounded mocking her.

"Why laugh? What's so funny?" Again Dante asked loudly, but that did not make Alisha shriek or offended.

"Pity you, hahaha. Because of the thin fuel, I got me again again," said Alisha with a laugh.

"Laughter continues. Do you see me suffering?"

"How's he suffering?" sahut Alisha was quick with a passionate tone. "You can have beautiful customers suffer. You should be happy because you have the grace of the Almighty!"

"Gift?" Dante snorting in doubt. "There is a calamity!"

"So don't want a customer like me? Okay, I can cancel. Riding a field motorcycle taxi seems cheaper than an online motorcycle taxi, deh."

"Eh no!" Dante held Alisha, who was about to pick up the phone in his bag. "Don't cancel dong. Today I haven't made any money for lunch" said Dante with a clear face.

"That's dong." Alisha smiled triumphantly while wagging her long hair. "If it really needs that expensive selling gosah. Bantuin buruan rosein this stuff if you want to go fast!"

Dante's gaze followed Alisha's index finger pointing down. The young man suddenly widened while raising both of his eyebrows.

"Buset. That much lo groceries?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"It's gonna have to pay double!"

"Twice up?" alisha protest not accepted. "I don't accept it, yes! It's his name blackmail! About the order only girls are helpless, you want to arbitrarily increase the price."

"But that's a lot of lo, Al. I'm not sure I can fit in the vehicle."

"Can, ah! I can." Alisha assure. He bent down to pick up one of the boxes. However, the moment was stopped because Dante was still on the bike, making him scream impatiently. "Down first what! Help me, please! You're still an amateur as a motorcycle taxi driver, aren't you? So it still does not understand how to be a good and right motorcycle taxi driver."

Dante growled while getting off his bike. The girl turns out to be not only annoying but caramelized and bossy. Fortunately, he did not know if Dante was teasing because he was inspired by the words of Alisha at that time. Just try and find out, Alisha won't stop laughing at him every time they meet.

The motor was speeding away from the market full of luggage. No conversation took place until half the journey.

Alisha was surprised when suddenly Dante reduced his speed to the point of inevitably leaning forward and making his chest hit Dante's back hard. Alisha reflex swung her right hand against Dante's back so hard that the young man in front of her grimaced with pain.

"Basic! Look for a chance in the narrow-minded!" accuse Alisha of not accepting. However, instead of apologizing, Dante actually nailed his eyes on a pair of young men who were pushing the bike a little far across the road there.

Alisha watched Dante and the young couple take turns, then asked Dante in a suspicious tone.

"Hey, who is that?"

Ranting, Dante seemed not to hear Alisha's question. The girl was furious and then hit the young man's back once more to wake him up from the daydream.

"Hey! Even dreamy. Street devil, will you?" alisha asked half-warned.

"What the hell!" ketus Dante when he turned to Alisha.

Smiling unusually, Alisha glanced at the young men while asking. "That's who? Ex-boyfriend huh?"

"Not." Dante answered flatly.

"Continue?" Alisha asked full of questions. It seems that Dante's answer has not satisfied him. "If it's not your ex, then it looks jealous?"

"Not jealous, just to look at a matre girl like her. Just because I'm poor, I'm being dumped."

Sontak Alisha chuckled at Dante's bitter words just now. Making the laughing one rebound towards him.

"Yes, gosah was also copied. It's a good thing you know his true nature before you go further. Take his silver. If you need to pray for him."

"Worship?" Dante knitted his eyebrows together in a sign of incomprehension. "Wish to get the point?" guess curious.

"Not."

"Continue?"

Alisha smiled looking at Dante's curious expression. Shortly thereafter, he replied with origin. "Pray, let them be kept away from the tire patch."