MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 90'S
Zalfa came out of the minimarket carrying a bag of snacks that were planned to be distributed to his employees at the cafe as alms on Friday, also so that his employees worked more vigorously. He headed to the car parked in the minimarket yard. None other than Arkhan's car that morning he used as his fleet. His eyes widened at the shocking sight. His car was doodled using colorful chalk. Just a moment he left the car, this is the condition of the car. Who could do that?
Zalfa looked to the left-right, who knew the culprit was still around there. There were three teenagers in blue white uniforms peering behind a short fence in front of the minimarket.
Three teenagers who were none other than a woman and two men were laughing when Zalfa caught them lurking behind the fence surrounding the minimarket. Two teenage boys ran away as Zalfa walked closer. While the female still stood pecking with a sharp gaze drawn to Zalfa's eyes.
Elijah? Obviously, he and his friends were doodling cars until they ran away when they were caught. Think Zalfa.
“Woi, ugly vampire!” elijah's curse shocked Zalfa.
What was Zalfa's fault for having to accept the curse?
Elijah ran away after before spitting. But unfortunately, he stumbled to cause his body to float and fall on the sidewalk. The girl was complaining and pounding on the bleeding knee while whimpering in pain.
Gathering a pile of patience, Zalfa approached Elijah. He bowed his body and reached out to help. Only one was in his mind, not wanting to repay the crimes of others with crimes.
“You're hurt, let me help you,” bargain Zalfa with a smile.
The girl in Junior High uniform was staring cynically. Then turned his face and looked at the wound on his knee.
One of Elijah's male friends turned around and came back.
“Elia, bloody lo feet. Hunting diobatin,” said the teenage boy while squatting on the side of Elijah.
“This father I want to stand. My foot pain,” replied Elijah.
“Let me help. Where's your school? Let me take. You get in my car, yes.”
Not answering, Elijah looked at Zalfa with a more cynical look.
“For your treatment,” said Zalfa with a big smile.
“No need,” ketus Elijah.
Zalfa surprised. Elijah still looks fed up with her. While the teenage boy was watching Zalfa. He was touched to see the woman's tenderness.
“You and your friends are doodling my car, right? I'm not angry, kok,” soft Zalfa tried to resist his frustration so as not to appear on the surface of his face.
“Mmm. Elijah who has an idea,” replied the teenage boy to make Zalfa's forehead wrinkled.
Elijah was the mastermind of the incident. Zalfa stared at Elijah's sleeve, where it was written Junior High School of the Nation. Several times Zalfa took a breath, SMP opposite the road with his mini cafe. So great was Elijah's hatred that he had his friends doodling the car he used to drive.
“Are you all right?” zalfa's question was directed at Elijah. The one who was asked was silent, manyun.
“Sorry, Brother. We will not repeat this again,” said teenage boys regret. Zalfa's kindness makes him feel very guilty for having been involved in doodling cars.
“Ya already, take this.” Zalfa gave money to teenage boys. “Wear to treat your friend's wounds. You better hurry home. Not good to wander before school entrance hours.”
“Still, Brother,” said the teenager.
Zalfa nodded and left, letting Elijah and the teenage boy fight because Elijah disagreed with the teenage boy who thanked Zalfa.
Zalfa's attitude is simply to educate those who are teenagers to do good to others. He hopes his attitude will be an example.
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