Scelus novel Chapter 8

SIDER = JOMBLO ABADI

MANDATORY VOTE AND COMMEND AS MUCH

**

THE ARRIVAL OF Starla by riding her new dirt bike attracted the attention of SUN High School students this morning. With a tomboyish style but still beautiful and feminist, Starla really attracts the men around her.

Not afraid of the threat of Dewa and his friends, Starla returned to parking her new motorbike in the EAGLE children's parking lot. What incredible guts.

However, unlike before, the girl still lives on her motorbike. While waiting for the arrival of Dewa and his friends.

In less than five minutes Starla waited, the roar of the shouting pots that Starla believed were the six EAGLE cores getting closer to her.

Sure enough, now Dewa and his friends were stopping behind him. Staring at Starla. Maybe they were hanging out, because Starla was wearing a black leather jacket and matching pants. There was no way she would go to school wearing her very short school skirt.

"Mba, if you want to be a photo model, not here, our parking, here!" said Tama.

Starla turned her head, showing her sweet smile. He could see a look of surprise on the faces of the boys.

"Mba Bintang, it turns out," said Tama.

"How come Bintang?" asked Indra, elbowing Tama.

"STAR-la, right? What does Star mean, try?"

"Star."

"Yes, Mba Bintang."

"You are often smart, Tam." Indra shook his head.

"Not satisfied with your motorbike being wrecked?" Dewa glared at Starla.

"Go ahead and want you to unload it again, if you can." Challenge Starla, the girl took something that was stuck on the back of her motorbike, "every part of this motorbike, there is a small camera like this," Starla shows a super small camera, "you are all with this motorbike, I have evidence to report you to the police. "

"Heh, you don't know who Dewa's father is?" said Reonaldo.

"You don't know, whose father is KAPOLRI?" replied Starla in a harsh tone.

They all fell silent. Starla laughed in her heart, they must have thought that it was Starla's father. In fact, just don't know him.

"Get rid of your motorbike, now," said Dewa in a cold tone. It sounded like a song of death to the ears of those who heard it.