The Price of Sainthood
Ojek Kang

If my loyalty this time is not also appreciated, then allow my old mischievous act back ~ Dante

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Dante walked out of the hotel with an angry face. He rode his bike at high speed with no purpose. He ignored the dark sky with a cloudy hang that became an umbrella.

"Basic. All girls are the same! Mater! Not feeling! Likes to play around just because tempted by thick-pocketed batteries. Bangk* everyone!"

Dante. Trying to vent all the emotions crammed in the chest. Honestly, not because of jealousy it becomes a rage. After all, the girl named Lidya was not really she loved. However, the betrayal of the girl is what makes her disappointed, angry, upset, and feel like eating people. His pride as a man was completely despised.

The torrential rain that suddenly fell down had truly been a refinement of his grief. The thunderous lightning was unpretentious. The wind blew fiercely and a flash of light split the dark sky increasingly adding to the spooky atmosphere.

Dante rubbed his wet face with his left hand, his head then looked up at the crying sky. He growled, and shouted with anger.

"Woy! Who asked the sky to rain with thunder and thunder! Here look! Because I'm so wet!"

The duarrr!

Again the sound of lightning boomed up there, making Dante gasp and instantly lock his mouth tightly. In an instant, the clothes he wore were drenched by the rush of rain. Leave a cold sensation to puncture the bone.

Without thinking, he pulled over the bike and stopped at a stop on the left side of the road. Rushing after turning off the engine and dropping the body to sit on the empty seat that was there.

For a moment he was silent with a blank look directed at the highway with a vehicle and then passing. His hands were folded in front of his chest, hugging his body to ward off the dominating cold.

However, unfortunately the shadow of two different-aged humans who were struggling without a thread was back dancing in the mind.

"Name*t!" Reflex, Dante's hand hit the empty seat on his right side. The young man scooped his face violently and ruffled his wet hair.

"Okay. If my loyalty this time is not also appreciated, then let my old mischievous act back." He murmured after thinking long, then reached into a cell phone from his pocket to contact someone.

"Hello." There was a voice of a man greeting at the end there.

Without answering the greeting, Dante immediately said, "Jo, tell Papa, I have failed in my mission to find a loyal female soul mate. It's up to him to accept me again! I don't want to get married yet! I am in college! If papa is still insistent on wanting a mate too, let him just marry the same girl!"

Jonathan immediately replied in a timid voice. "But, Mas Dante .. How about Mom if you get married again?"

Just sober Dante gasped. It seems he has spoken wrongly. However, a moment later he immediately replied in a unconcerned tone.

"Bodo is great! I don't care if I am tortured either! Lo shadow me, Jo, I was told to mate with a motorbike capital doang. Let my face say handsome like Arjuna, most mentok only get girls who work in the factory doang! Why don't I bring my sportcar? At least let you get a classy girl. I don't think papa would want to do his son!"

"But, Mas–"

"Udah! Gosah! Make that a report to papa. Hye!" Dante immediately severed his unilateral connection without waiting for Jonathan's reply. He put the phone to the right side furiously.

The rain slowly began to subside, but Dante was still reluctant to get out of place. He only shook when he felt someone coming from the right. In between the drizzling crackling sound that hit the roof of the stop, his ears popped up to hear the two women talking.

The stricken Dante frowned as his ears caught the familiar voice. He decided to look around to see who the owner of the voice was.

For a moment Dante could not see the voice's owner's face. The position of the woman with the subordinate pair of jeans chime the top of the long-sleeved shirt behind her. Only his long black hair seemed to be twitching in the night wind. He seemed busy warming up the body of a middle-aged woman he had just called mother.

Dante watched the veiled middle-aged woman closely. His face is invisible. However, when viewed from the warm clothes attached to the body, it looks like the woman is in an unhealthy condition. Near them was a medium-sized clothing bag. It's clear that Dante can be sure if they want to travel.

Long enough Dante faithfully nailed the view on two people who did not consider his existence. Until the moment the girl in white turned her head .. Dante was stunned.

"Elo?" Dante's index reflex points at the girl with perfectly round eyes.

Alisha who was appointed seemed to squint. Trying to remember the figure of a young man who was familiar with him, and immediately his eyeballs were rounded.

"Geez, who do I think. It turned out to be a sissy guy who wanted to win by himself," he chirped in a dismissive tone.

It was clear that Dante was furious. He quickly grabbed Alisha by the wrist and dragged the girl a little away from her mother.

"Eh, what the hell is a pull!" Alisha shook Dante's hand and looked at the young man with an annoyed expression.

"God! Lo tuh chick. Can you think sane little, anyway? Could you want to bring your mother for treatment with illegal money!"

"You mean?" Alisha knitted her brows.

Dante growling. "Pake pretends to be plain, again," he said in a scornful tone.

Alisha noticed the expression of the young man in front of her, and at once she understood what Dante was talking about.

"If you don't know it, don't be smart!" he warned with a tone of emphasis.

"Alisha ... Who is she, son?"

Dante and Alisha compactly turned their heads as Wanda asked in a curious tone.

"Nobody, Mom. Just kang ojek online," replied Alisha who accidentally saw Dante's motorbike parked there.

It was bright Dante glared. Just this time he was called Kang ojek by a girl.

"Why glare?" ketus Alisha with a fierce look at Dante.

Ih, what the hell is not clear, the inner youth with a mean expression and frowned. He just silently watched the movements of the girl who passed by and then took her mother away. Incidentally, the online taxi he booked had stopped in front of the stop.

Still in his place, Dante watched the two women in silence and crossed his chest, until the black car sped away.

"Damn. Gini-bulls I say kang ojek," he murmured slowly. However, a moment later the young man looked sparkling after realizing something. "Eh, but this can be an inspiration as a survival technique. As long as I can't get the funds from papa is good. Just make a point to papa if I can survive without the money. Let papa know the taste! Who told his son's law to such an extent."