Incident on the street

Rita rides her motorbike at high speed. Arriving at a fairly narrow alley, the motorbike had to stop. Even though at this time, Rita was in a hurry to go to work. One minute late, Rita would curse herself.

"Oh my God! Hurry up, please!"

Rita had been honking her motorcycle horn. She was very annoyed because the luxury car in front of her stopped suddenly. The problem she pressed for time.

Rita couldn't wait to tell the driver of the car. Too long the car stopped in the middle of the narrow alley.

Kina who had been sitting quietly behind the motorbike, tapped Rita's shoulder from behind.

"Be patient, Rita," said Kina. But unfortunately, Rita was riding a motorcycle, her emotions were already ignited.

"We'll be late to open the shop if we keep waiting here for the car, Kin!" squeaked Rita frustrated.

"Nevermind. The boss isn't there anyways. So if you want to be late to open the shop," said Kina trying to calm Rita down. She patted her friend's back from behind.

"You can't do that, Kina. Work must be responsible! If the boss is in the shop, if the boss isn't there, the shop must be open at 8 P.M!"

Rita didn't care about her best friend's advice to stay calm. She choose to go to the car. The woman knocked roughly on the car window with her motorbike key. Unmitigated, she even gave a scratch because of her emotions.

"Hey, the one inside! Can your car go fast or not? I'm already windshield.

The windshield immediately descended perfectly. The handsome-looking car owner even smiled at Rita.

The man's eyes froze for a few seconds.

He saw all the curves of Rita's face, from her beautiful round eyes, sharp nose and thin lips. The one thing that most made the man not stop blinking was seeing the woman's dimples.

"Still angry … it's a dimple asking to be pinched. Why are you angry, beautiful lady?"

Rita was silent for a moment. She was even stunned for a moment

'Oh shit! You must be angry, Rita! He made you late for work!' Rita thought as she shook her head as fast as lightning.

She really doesn't like washing time. That's why she is very emotional. If something happens that makes her late for work. She is a person who really values ​​time.

"Gosh … it's time to talk! He, land crocodile! This expensive car of yours is blocking my road! You already know the narrow alley why parking here is stupid!" Rita pointed at Arka with wide eyes.

"Hmm?" the man muttered while raising one thick eyebrow.

"I don't want to park. It's just taking off my shoes first. The soles of the shoes are off, distracting you from driving." Arka explained calmly.

Rita again snorted harshly at Arka's explanation. She quickly put her head in the car. Her eyes fell on the man's feet.

"Stop slapping you damn! Here's the lock on my motorbike!"

Arka stretched out his hand. Gives Rita's motorbike key that he threw earlier. Don't forget the sweet smile on the man's face.

"Next time, don't throw it around, okay? If it gets in the eye it's dangerous. Then my eyes won't blink. Isn't it, sister?" asked Arka. It was very obvious that the man was giving Rita a joke.

Rita huffed in annoyance and took a deep breath. She couldn't understand it, her intention of wanting to curse the man outright, actually overwhelmed with Arka's response.

"I'm not your sister! Don't call me that! Get out of your car quickly because I'm already late!"

"Yes, I will. Then I will call you baby, may I?" said Arka.

"Stop it!" Rita snapped in her highest octave.

Rita took a deep breath. She looked at her watch. "Oh my God, I'm thirty minutes late," Rita muttered frantically.

The woman bit her lip in emotion. She saw Arka who was still sitting quietly in her car. The man had been busy observing her behavior.

"Why are you panicking like that? Where do you work? I'll just take you here. Let me tell your boss. Not to be too fierce with his employees. It's okay to be a little late,"

"You're a little late! You're thirty minutes late, you idiot! Just so you know, I'd rather walk than get into your car! What a careless uncle!" Rita shouted and then walked away.

"That woman is funny too. Angry because she's late for work? She's so young but her work ethic is so high. She must be an exemplary employee,"

Arka quickly sped up his car and parked it in a safer place. Let Rita's motorbike pass. There, he arranged his files that were scattered in the car. He slapped herself on the forehead.

"Did I forget to take the divorce papers earlier?"

***

"This is a divorce certificate, Rita. This must be the owner who owns the car. His name is Arka Pratama, age 33. Then his ex-wife's name is Gilda Vinanti, age—"

"It's done, Kina! It's not really important I know all that. Deserves a land crocodile, it turns out he's a widower," said Rita, shuddering in disgust. Her shoulders lifted and made an expression as if she was throwing up.

"At most people are just joking. You don't have to take it to heart. But he's quite mature too. He's really handsome, doesn't it make you disgusted?" asked Kina with a small chuckle.

Rita pursed her lips an eyes rolled lazily.

"You know! I'm surprised to see that man. His mouth is so relaxed. He wants to be gagged so he doesn't become a crocodile. It's disgusting, you know!"

"It's good if you talk about it. That means maybe he has a crush on you," said Kina, laughing teasingly and patting Rita's shoulder with a mocking grin on her face.

"Damn you, Kin! You've been laughing at my fate. Ah, we're too late to open the shop. Quickly lift all the shoe displays out. I want to check the stock in the warehouse now."