Chapter 4

“Then, I will just let this go. You cannot afford it. Don’t do this again,” Azlan spoke.

He walked towards the motorcycle and pulled it away from his car. He pushed it to the side and parked it.

‘Her motorcycle is damaged pretty badly too,’ Azlan stared at Maisarah’s vehicle without realizing that someone was glaring at him.

“What do you mean by that?!” Maisarah spoke in a cold tone. She looked angrily at Azlan. When she heard what Azlan spoke off earlier, it struck right at her pride.

Now, all in her mind was the sentence, “You cannot afford it.”

Azlan looked at her with a surprised look. He saw the girl looking angry and raised his eyebrow. ‘Why is she angry?’ he asked himself.

“Aren’t you too rude?” she spoke in a cold slightly angry tone.

“Rude?” Azlan raised his eyebrow.

“First, you ask about my family’s income, and then, what? I cannot afford it? Are you looking down on average people like me and my family? Are you looking down on 80% of Malaysians? Do you think I cannot afford to pay for the damage?” she fired her questions one after the other angrily.

Maisarah felt insulted by what Azlan had said. If he spoke it in a nicer tone, she might not have flipped out but his tone was stern and serious which made it look like he was insulting her and her family.

“...” Azlan was silent. He knew why she was angry, so he replied, “I am sorry if my words hurt your feelings.”

“...” Maisarah was surprised. She thought that he would reply in a more arrogant tone but he apologized. Moreover, although he spoke in a serious tone, she could feel his sincerity.

“But,” Azlan was not done yet.

“You really cannot afford to pay for the damage,” he added. “The insurance will cover the damage.”

“YOU! Why do you think I cannot pay for it? How expensive can it be? Don’t look down on people!” she replied angrily.

‘...What’s wrong with her?’ Azlan felt displeased. He decided to let this go to help her and she suddenly threw a tantrum like this.

“Job?” He asked with a colder tone than Maisarah’s.

“Huh?” Maisarah gave a questioning look but she still gave him that angry look.

“What is your job?” he asked again.

Maisarah squinted her eyes as the flame in her heart burned more, “QC Officer! Why? You still think I cannot afford it?”

“In a factory? Which one?” Azlan asked.

“B-Z Confectionary SDN BHD,” Maisarah replied.

“Heh,” Azlan snorted as he gave her a ridiculing look and he added, “And here I thought it would be a big factory.”

“What the?!” Maisarah’s switch flipped completely. He was clearly ridiculing her now and she couldn't take it anymore.

“You cannot afford it. Just go. I will not ask you to pay for the damage,” Azlan decided to ignore Maisarah completely and left for his car.

“I will pay for it! This is my fault and I am going to take the responsibility,” she spoke sternly.

Azlan was displeased with Maisarah. He looked at her seriously and said, “Miss, I am trying to help you here.”

“How insulting me is helping me?” Maisarah glared at Azlan.

“So, you want to pay for the damage?” He asked seriously again. Maisarah did not reply but she kept glaring at Azlan. He knew that she would not change her decision.

‘What a stubborn girl,’ Azlan squinted his eyes.

“Fine. Give me your contact number and after I fix my car, I will give you the bill,” Azlan spoke. He decided to let her be. Since that was what she wanted, he would give it to her.

“Heh!” Maisarah snorted at Azlan and took out her phone. “Give me your number and I will give you a missed call.”

“O13-XXX XXXX,” Azlan told her his number.

Azlan stared at her phone and saw her save his number but he shook his head when he saw the name she used, ‘Belajar Bersopan Sikit’.

“What are you looking at?” Maisarah glared at her and then, she smirked, “This name is not wrong though. It is right there to describe you.”

Azlan glared at her but Maisarah did not back down. Since he talked rudely to her and her family, she could do the same too. She clicked on the call button and gave Azlan a missed call.

Azlan looked at the number and saved it on his phone. “Your name,” he decided to not use funny names or stuff.

“Just put whatever you want,” Maisarah replied.

“I don’t have time to play around here. Name,” Azlan spoke angrily.

“...Maisarah,” she replied after some contemplation. She peeks at Azlan’s phone and saw him saving her name as ‘Maisarah Accident’.

“...” She was silent. She thought that he would save a funny name on his phone.

“I will call you after I fix my car. Make sure you answer the call,” Azlan said and he added, “You should go to the hospital to check your body. Although you look fine now, this is an accident after all and your head even broke my windscreen.”

“Even with a helmet on, it is better to be safe than sorry.”

“...” Maisarah was silent. She did not say anything.

Seeing that Maisarah was silent, he decided to leave. “I am going.” Azlan got in his car and left the accident scene.

Maisarah looked at the departing car and pursed her lips. “Why are you suddenly so nice? You are insulting me left and right earlier…”

“Still, he is not wrong. I should do a checkup just in case.”

Maisarah looked at her motorcycle and she sighed. “I wonder how much it will cost to fix my motorcycle? Can I still use it? I need to go to the hospital and work too…”

She tried to start her motorcycle and luckily, it turned on. The headlight was broken but the tires and rim were fine.

“It can move!” Maisarah felt relieved. “I should go to work first,” she checked on time and knew that she was late.

“...I wonder how much I need to pay? It will not be that expensive, right? At most it will be a few hundred,” she suddenly felt worried.

“It is a foreign car but with the advance of technology nowadays, I doubt it will be expensive. Everything will be fine.”

Maisarah got on the motorcycle and left for work. She put this matter to the back of her mind and was now worrying about being late to work. Luckily, there was proof that she was in an accident.