Sensational Husband
One Hundred and Thirteen
“Good!” Sunil stepped on the gas obeying Azlan's orders, speeding up the car's speed.
“Sunil, can you be faster come on!” Azlan considers the slant is still lacking even though the car has slipped every vehicle in front.
“It's been very tight, Mr.”
Azlan rubbed his face then looked outside. He remembers Alexa screaming on his phone. That made him feel very anxious. His mind floated around, imagining things that were not. Since the beginning of knowing Alexa, Alexa's life has been in a state of worry. There were many threats that made his life require close guard, and now those alarming conditions are resurfacing. Azlan, who was originally a bodyguard for Alexa, was in charge of looking after the woman, so why is he off guard now?
The car suddenly slowed down and stopped.
“What's up, Sunil? Why stop?” peekkit Azlan's.
“No idea Sir, his car suddenly broke down.”
“Yes, Sunil. How do you keep this car why it can escape from your check.” Azlan spoke while getting out of the car and then he ran towards the taxi driver who was running at the crossroads.
With no permission, Azlan grabbed the handlebar of the motorbike and removed the owner of the vehicle that was sitting on the motorbike. Azlan jumped up on the motorcycle seat while exclaiming, “Buruan rose, Mas. Come bonceng behind me!”
The confused motorcycle taxi driver responded to Azlan's words by spontaneously piggybacking behind Azlan.
Then the motor speeds up over the highway at high speed.
Other motorcycle taxi drivers who rode in the place were the head gels saw the departure of the motorbike styled by Azlan. If only the motor hit the electric pole, surely the driver can immediately flatten.
“Mas, Mas, don't speed! I am still a virgin. I don't want to die silly!” chirps the riding motorcycle driver with both hands tightly gripped the shirt on Azlan's waist.
The sound of whistles rang out shrillly as they crossed the police on duty on the street. In addition to Azlan not wearing a helmet, the speed of the motorbike he was driving was also beyond the limits of fairness.
Azlan seemed to have paid no attention to the whistle just now. He still drives at full speed.
“Waduuuh, Mas. Samean has not used a helmet, driving a motorcycle like this. I'm the one who loses if I get a ticket. Takean bring what SIM not?” the ojekman grumbled with anxiety.
“No,” replied Azlan briefly.
“Mas Mas, that department chased us. Waduuuh... screwed!” The taxi driver looked back and found two policemen in full uniforms chasing them.
Azlan still didn't care. He tucked away every vehicle in front.
“Handle!” his edict made the spontaneous motorcycle driver embrace Azlan because he believed the command he had just heard was a signal of even higher speed.
And true, Azlan increased the speed of the motor at full speed, making the buildings crossed like moving very fast.
A woman screamed hysterically as Azlan's motorbike nearly grazed the woman's vehicle. Fortunately Azlan was very agile and spry, his movements so agile and dexterous that it did not cause a drag.
“Yes God, forgive my sins. I repent, O God. I'm penitent. I promise I won't mesumin chick again.”
The motorcycle taxi driver kept chanting prayers throughout the speeding motorbike. And Azlan had a faint smile to hear his strange prayers, to the extent that the behavior of the motorcycle taxi driver who had peeked at the shower was mentioned there.
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