The Price of Sainthood
Flocked

"With Madame Siska?"

A woman in typical office clothes immediately turned her head when her name was mentioned. Instead of answering a question, he was surprised to see the figure in front of him.

Young man of tall and sturdy stature. Thick eyebrows that overshadow a pair of eyes with a sweeping look. Red lips and a high nose with the right portion on his marble face. So good-looking. He looked at her as if he was making sure.

"Right be Miss Siska?" The young man with a cell phone in hand repeated his question again.

"I-iya's right. I'm Siska." The woman answered the response.

"I am the driver of the online motorcycle taxi that Madam ordered earlier." The young man again said kindly, introducing himself.

"really?" ask the woman in doubt. Is it true that the perfect creature is just an online motorcycle driver? However, from the jacket worn, it can be ascertained if the young man is a real online motorcycle driver.

"Let me drive to my destination."

The woman stuttered again while receiving the helmet offered by the young man. Without a second thought, he immediately put on while sitting in the back seat. The motor immediately left the place.

No conversation has taken place. The driver ojol seemed to focus on driving his motorcycle. While the passenger was so focused on paying attention to who hugged him secretly from behind.

Fragrant. The smell of expensive perfume. He's also handsome and well-groomed. Is this really his profession?

"Who's your name?" The passengers finally asked in order to kill his curiosity.

"Dante, Mom. It was already in the application when the message was written," replied Dante lightly without looking back.

"Owh yes. Forgot." The woman realized her stupidity. However, he hurriedly dispelled the embarrassment by introducing his name. "I'm Sabila. Call me when."

"Hi Ma'am When."

Sabila immediately laughed as Dante greeted her in a joking tone. The young man slightly looked back for a moment while teasing her. But stay polite. At least it can melt the atmosphere while on the way.

"How long has it been driver ojol?" ask When later. He tilted his head slightly so that he could look at Dante's face even if only from the side.

"Today's the premiere, Ma'am."

"Oh yeah?" When he rounded his eyes. "Don't I be your first customer?"

"Indeed yes. Haha." Dante laughed, and it rubbed off on his passengers.

"Well, that means you're hockey dong!"

"Well, how do you know, Ma'am?" dante asked without understanding while glancing at Sabila.

"Because .. can a customer as beautiful as me, hahaha!"

Dante laughed. He did not reject Sabila's words. The woman behind him was indeed beautiful, plus it looked mature and classy. He estimated Sabila was five years older than her age.

"Mobil Mbak When that's why? Strike huh?" ask Dante curiously. When approaching Sabila earlier he saw the girl looked restless standing next to a car. And he made sure that it was Sabila's car.

"Yes. I don't know why they suddenly went on strike. Just came out of the workshop. Not done yet, yes, yesterday's handling."

Sabila was silent for a moment. From behind he noticed Dante's head.

"You yourself why work as a motorcycle taxi? In terms of your appearance, it looks okay. The face is also handsome. Why not choose to be an artist?"

"So artist?" Dante repeated a piece of Sabila's sentence in a questionable tone before blasting out his laughter. "My kayak face where it sells, Ma'am. It's ugly, poor again."

"Eh, who said you were ugly? Come here, let me kill him!"

Dante. "If you want to be an artist it takes a long process, Ma'am. It needs to be done, this is it, that is. I fainted from hunger, Mother. If you are accepted as an artist. Well if not? I'm definitely dying for sure, Ma'am. What matters is halal and being able to survive."

Njirras. Just talking about what I am? Very wise sok.

And without Dante realizing it, his words just now made the passenger fascinated and fell in love with him.

"Dante," call Sabila soft. Dante heard it and then half looked back.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Would you not be my girlfriend?"

Instantly Dante turned his back and involuntarily pulled the brake lever of the motor because he was so surprised. The light of the motor stopped suddenly to make Sabila's body pushed into his back. And what's going on? Dante felt two rubbery bumps pounding the area behind his body. Her face flushed brightly because of the bluster.

"Eh, sorry Ma'am sorry. I really didn't intentionally. Really."

Instead of being angry, Sabila smiled as she patted her shoulder gently from behind.

"No pa-pa, Dante. His name is also unintentional."

"I'm really not good, Mom."

"And I said no pa-pa. Dah yuk, continue the path."

Dante nodded, then went back on his bike carefully. Don't let this happen again. Although it cannot be denied, he actually likes it.

Dante stopped his bike and Sabila finally got off.

"Thank you, yeah." He said that while handing over the helmet to Dante, he then reached into a piece of money fractional one hundred thousand and thrust it to Dante.

"The return is for you, too" he said again as Dante was busy looking for change.

"Ah, don't do it, Ma'am. The return is still a lot of tablets," said Dante is not happy.

"No pa-pa." Sabila insisted on holding Dante's hand, thus making the young man give up and say thank you. "So how? You willing?" sabila asked again after the two were silent for a while.

"Available for what, Ma'am?"

Basic Dante. Just got the onslaught of two twin hills he immediately forgot everything.

"Ish, that one. So my girlfriend. You want to, right?"

Luckily, Dante was staring at another. Just try it if he looked at Sabila, surely he would be able to see clearly how the girl's face heated up from holding back the embarrassment. Dante's charm really makes him can't bear to be able to have.

"Owh, that." Dante smiled wryly. "I'm sorry Ma'am, not that I don't like the same Ma'am Bila. But I'm afraid when it's hard at the end."

"Can't you?" Sabila frowned.

"I am poor, Ma'am. Many of my ex-girlfriends are dating because I can't give them money. There are even some of them who are desperate to sell themselves to om-om nose striped."

"Oh my goodness .. Is that so bad?" Sabila rounded her eyeballs. It seems he is getting more and more impressed. "That means they're matre tuh, Dan. Not like Mama. Mbak even willing to meet your needs as long as you are loyal to Mbak. Would you like to Dan?"

Dante flabbergasted. He was almost out of words. Is the woman in front of him crazy? Shoot a guy in just one meeting. That's in a matter of minutes.

Dante was silent for a moment while thinking about a powerful reason for rejection without the need to hurt.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I can't. There is a heart to be guarded. Excuse me."

Without waiting for Sabila's reaction, Dante then passed away from the place. However, before moving on he had seen a disappointed look on Sabila's face. Anyway, that's right. Yes, there are adult girls who immediately shoot brondong just because they are interested in the first sight.

***

Sunlight gushed forth valiantly in the morning. The orange spray rose from behind the leaves and fell on the skin of a middle-aged woman who was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital garden.

Alisha faithfully accompanied her mother during the treatment process. After several days of treatment, her mother looked better and fresher than before. He was very grateful, the operation passed by his mother was successful and brought healing. And the plan is tomorrow morning his mother is allowed to go home.

As usual, Alisha will be silly to make her mother laugh. And his behavior again can not be separated from the attention of Lara.

The girl was there too. Not far from Alisha and her mother. And he could only swallow at the warm togetherness of the mother and child.

"Leave me alone" he told a nurse who had been with him since.

"Good, Miss." The woman in green clothes nodded obediently, then withdrew from the place.

Lara looked back at Alisha silently. There was nothing special about that girl. However, Alisha's successful treatment makes her frozen soul of affection melt and warm.

Alisha approached him many times. Offer help and show attention. However, with his ego, he always rejected Alisha's offers and looked at the girl's kindness with one eye.

Lara herself has an introverted nature in strangers. He tends to create a barrier fortress on the newly known. Very reasonable, considering he has a distinguished family background. He does not want his warm nature to be used by people carelessly.

However, what he saw Alisha was a different girl. Unlike his friends who come only when there is a desire. When he's having a party or when there's a deal.

With the abundant wealth of his papa and all the luxuries obtained, Lara is indeed unmitigated when issuing capital. He did not hesitate to pour money just to take the heart of a friend. And it turned out that it had a bad impact on him. None of them are sincere in making friends.

That made him lonely. He spends a lot of time just making fake friends. Don't ask her love story. He also has many exes with the same mode. Have less get affection from parents, still also deceived soulmate. Miris, right?

The phone in his hand fell to the ground. It's really not Lara on purpose. He looked panicked as Alisha and her mother turned to him. However, when he tried to reach it, suddenly the phone was already in Alisha's grasp.

Lara nailed the still bent body and set her gaze on Alisha. He then snorted softly at the smirk created on the girl's thin lips.

"You want this?" alisha asks while fondling Lara's cell phone. He deliberately played with the girl to provoke anger. For a long time, he was angry too. He repeatedly offered help to the pale girl, and many times he was rejected. The girl in the wheelchair was haughty enough to admit her weakness and it infuriated Alisha. Lara is too closed off, while she actually offers help. Not intended to use.

However, even so, instead of getting angry, Alisha actually pityed Lara. That girl must have had a good reason why she could act that way. Moreover, while in the hospital, he did not see Lara's parents accompanying sunbathing in the hospital garden. Orphaned is he?

"If you don't want to, don't you." Alisha smiled lightly and then pulled back the phone that she had thrust but was not immediately accepted by Lara. "I can throw this into the fish pond. Aren't you rich? You can definitely buy as many of these expensive things as you can, right."

"Wait!" lara exclaimed quickly as Alisha was about to move on. Alisha immediately stopped without turning around and smiled happily without Lara's knowledge.

"Please don't throw my phone away."

Alisha glared as Lara said as she pleaded. For what reason did the girl beg?

"I love my phone so much. Lots of sweet memories stored there."

Lara paused her speech. Just braced myself just to say something that finally succeeded in making Alisha stunned.

"I'm sorry for my arrogance all this time, Alisha. Will you accept me as a friend?"