Scandal Compound Love
Episode 5's

Jasmine screamed loudly and reflexively threw something she had tipped inside a black plastic bag. His body looks shaky. A speeding motorcycle almost hit him.

"Wooooyyy!!" A teenage pedestrian shouted at the motorcyclist from the road. Which then triggered the people around to get closer towards Jasmine.

The driver glanced at the teenager, then realized. He came back from the shock of his half-death.

Without opening his helmet, he got off the bike and walked over to Jasmine.

“Nona isn't papa?!"

Rigidly and still trembling, Jasmine shook her head. "I'm not papa," he replied as trembling. His face bowed to avoid the gazes of everyone who was now surrounding him.

"Thank God." The rider, who turned out to be Austin, was seen sighing in relief. “Quiet all, I will be in charge.”

They nodded and disbanded. Because Jasmine also still looked fine.

Teenage black man pedestrian standing next to Austin. "Om, gentiin by now. The food is noh!" Her index finger was pointing somewhere, where Jasmine's plastic bag lay horribly. The entire contents consisting of a packet of rice with a small piece of cob fish and its yellow sauce were scattered in a mess in the middle of the road.

Austin and Jasmine turned their heads together following the informer's index finger.

Instantly Jasmine nodded, then bowed her head. A drop of tears rolled past his thin cheek.

Austin looked at her guiltily. "Sorry, I bought you a new one for a minute."

"No need! Thanks," reject Jasmine quickly. "Excuse me!" Then he left that place. Not wanting to linger stuck in an awkward situation that might expose his weaknesses - creating concern in the eyes of the man and everyone.

"Wait!" Austin's palm floated up into the empty air - preventing the woman from leaving. But his pursuit stopped. The sound of a horn from the car behind him disturbed the situation. He turned to the car, to the crossed motorcycle, then to the woman again. But alas, the body had moved away and disappeared in the distance.

"Kalo Om wants to stop the food, the girl lives on the bull down there, Om," said the teenager. "He's a scavenger. Kasian, pregnant again no legs! He must be spindly, Om!" He turned around, then passed from there to continue the steps that had been delayed.

That information pretty much pinched a fragile point in Austin.

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The footpath in the form of rocks made to resemble a staircase as far as approximately five meters, stepped on Austin with a careful step-down.

After the man left his motorbike to the owner of the lathe workshop, on the shoulder of the road not far from him. With a base of fifty thousand in exchange for daycare services.

A white-colored pouch containing one box of rice field, as well as several other foods and drinks, swung merrily on the right palm of his hand.

Upon reaching the last rung of the stairs, Austin began to look around in confusion. Too many similar buildings stood haphazardly. The entire building was made of almost the same materials; rusty zinc, used cardboard, as well as waste wood that was tacked carelessly, lined up to crowded the area around it.

Each foot is slanted in the face. Rubbish scattered various types that may never be cleaned-stacked and scattered everywhere. This is definitely an unusual environment for Austin.

He started to look around. Turning his head left and right, front and back. "Where's the house?" ask Austin, more to himself.

Austin flinched, spontaneously sighing his body swiftly facing the owner of the greeting.

A teenage boy about fifteen years old, street rocker-style, bare-chested. The bottom of his body he wrapped with tight jeans in red terasi-similar human-headed earthworms.

Austin looked at it from top to bottom. Three-colored hair, arranged from the tip of the forehead to the back of the head. Piercing with stainless earrings on the lips as well as ears lined up more than one, as well as catfish nails that are grasped while playing slowly without a song, standing near him grimacing.

"Mister, syedang appa in syini?" Instead of using English, the boy instead asked with an accent laced tone, imitating how generally the Caucasians when speaking Indonesian-not fluent.

Austin's shocked face slowly changed into an amused smile in response to the crass boy's scream before him. He memorized that kind of look in the city.

"Lu know bunting chick, sweet face ...." Austin began to ask, momentarily appearing to think while remembering the characteristics of the woman he wanted to meet. ".... Ah, yes!" Poking his index finger in front of the boy's face. "He's a scavenger! Said the guy on the street earlier, that chick lives around here, alone. There's no leg, "it's a lot of good.

Not a definite answer connected to the question Austin got, chirping it even made a small-bodied teenager in front of him stare like a mojair running out of water. His dull face looked sinister with his mouth gaping wide. "Busseehh," he said. "Bule .. mouthnye ude firecracker cake match Hajj Ukat!"

Austin was seen wrinkling his face at the boy's words. For a moment he froze while scratching his soft, non-itchy temple.

"Every Hajj Ukat was brought around" his heart said. "So how, you know, where 'that's a girl living?!" Then affirm the question.

"Kalo pokalis sepenpol can invite to talk model ni bule, so millionaire already cave," the street child is still in his mode, again muttering silly with funny twitching lips, his gaze was empty imagining. "Can the cave take a nudge at Rebo Market."

Austin threw away his face. Now he watched the boy through the tail of his eyes. "Yes your kayak cave."

"Temenin cave ngamen ngape, Bang Bule?!"

Oh, loh!

As soon as he fixed the black-limbed round glasses that he had been wearing from the beginning, Austin began to feel the wrong attitude towards the street boy. "This jerk is a boy!"

Feel like you're wasting your time serving it. He then turned over the body to leave the little boy without permission, but ....

"Denger cave, wooyy! What do you say beefy cave?!" The boy yelled at him quite loudly even though their distance was still quite close.

Austin only glimpsed his head then resumed his steps - unconcerned. He was wrong to choose people to ask.

"Namenye Brother Jasmine," suddenly the boy exclaimed revealingly. "He lived in the house of zinc at the very end on the edge of sono kali." His face was pointed in a direction. "So she's the only girl who's bunting around here!"

In his freezer Austin looked at the boy. "Why didn't you say, Kampreet!!" angry annoyance. He reached into something from inside the pocket of the red jacket he was wearing-picked up something. "Now, you take it!" Fifty thousand dollars he threw at the boy.

HAP!

"Anjim! The money!" The boy urakan exclaimed with excitement as he pierced the money he caught from Austin's hands in front of his face. "Mayan ... make buy tofu gejrot!"