Jev Indra Delcandrevidezh

FIREARMS By: Jev Indra Delcandrevidezh Maybe it is common knowledge, whose name traffic police famous cheated and venal everywhere. For the value of violation of road users, offering enough money 5000 rupiahs only, we could be free (first, whether now). Asked the usual, "Sorry to interrupt your trip. Can I see the letters of your vehicle and driver's license?" But, after a complete still asking, "Do you know what the mistake?" Not crazy anyway? People would normally not be guilty confess. They will say, "Well, even though the letters supplies complete drive, but you have violated traffic rules that blah blah blah ...." Sunday morning. I have been driving with complete requirements and do not break the rules, but my car was being chased by a police car containing two mens. Due to chance rather quiet street, I stepped on the accelerator more powerful in order to travel faster. But there is a police car sirens, and looked lightning-flash of light around the streets of strobe lights behind, approach and blew the whistle for me to stop. I panicked. Whether because I'm carrying a firearm in the car? I do not want to deal with them. I step on the gas firmer, preceded them, but continued after. I grew speeding at full speed, but continue to be pursued. The streets cornering, because almost hit roadblock, forced to reduce speed. Because braking, police car almost can follow. I was pacing back faster. Whistle is blown back. I do not care about it! After a few minutes take place, I had to stop at an intersection because trafficlight changed in to red. A uniformed police officer got out of his car and walked over. I tried to remain calm. After the salute, knock my car window, I let it, but he knocked again. I down the glass slowly. "Sorry! Can I look at the letters of your vehicle?" "These are the letters, Sir. Sorry, if I always complete document drive, Sir." "Okay," he said, handing back the letters, "but do you know your fault?" added back. "I think that has been driving it right, Sir. What is it? How come I was chased like criminals?" "What's that on your dashboard? I have seen it when you passed near post. You seem to carry a gun, and it was kind of prohibited firearms to be held without permission. Do you have a permit?" "No, Sir!" "And if it's without a license, then you will be dealing with the law. Now, pull your car!" I was marginalized as directed by a police car, right behind the official car red white and blue complete with strobe lights on it that is still left on flashing. "Go down!" "All right, Sir." The police then took the gun from the car that I place it near a tissue box. Held firearms carefully, then the police contacted his colleagues through handytalky. Before other officers arrived, a policeman who had been only in his car, eventually down and approached me. A policeman big tall with dark skin and a mustache that is more terrible than me, walked over. To overcome nervousness, I pulled out a pack of Marlboro from my jacket pocket. Grab a piece and stuck it in the mouth. I approached the policeman who was holding his ears handytalky. "Sir! Sorry, Sir!" "WHAT'S UP!!!" he snapped. "My matches, Sir. I want to smoke." "Ough! So, this is a gun-shaped lighters, huh? I guess the real," he said as he tried to turn it on. Police mustache and big tall noticed my face and asked. "I think, I know you. Aren't you called Master Limbad?" "No, Sir. Just like him. I'm Jevindra." Hearing the name of "Jevindra", shocked and asked the police first. "He is Jevindra MantraMantraCinta, isn't he?" "Yes, gentlemen." "Rock On! Recommend Grandpa Jev! I am Tarjo, Captain Sutarjo, your poems fan, Grandpa. And he is co-workers, his name is Nurdin. Mr. Nurdin Mustache. Why didn't say so?" "I wanna buy your VCD, Grandpa," said Mr. Nurdin. "Incidentally, Grandpa. I also wanna buy it," said Captain Sutarjo. "Well, Gentlemen Honorable Police. Since I didn't bring the VCD, also was in a hurry, please inbox me!" "Okay!!!" they chorused. === THE END === :v



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