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Officially Cloaked Bullies

"Baby, we headed before we can see an episode in Telemundo?" Achcha asked her boyfriend Arinz, who had come out of the bedroom.

Achau's attention was drawn to the TV screen, her favorite channel, Telomondo was in full gear to launch the next telenovela; The famous price and their dinner date were taken back to the back seat in the mind.

Arinz stood by her. The women's aggression in this TV channel is not yet understood. She never lost the episode episode, she was determined to see the replay of the missing episode. If they do not specify in ten minutes, their 8:00-hour dinner will be lost.

This is a 20-minute drive to the restaurant. There is not enough time for the acne to see now. She needs to know but her luck only seeks. After he exhausted the channel before he changed the channel, he could not make her get away from the TV. She is looking forward to trying this restaurant, and for both of them, they need to respect reservations.

"I'm sorry, you're only ten minutes to leave, we can always see that we'll miss our reservation."

"Oh, this is true, we definitely do not lose our reservations." She agreed.

Well, it's easy, think of Arenz. Her defense attorney: She did not expect her to give her a minimum of protection.

"I'm glad you agree, can you go to any news channel?

Achu laughed. They did not like watching news on television. They liked to read on social media blogs. She has a news channel. The newspaper hinted on the hash tag that trends in social media that started by youth. The sound of juggling is disturbing her. It's time.

When the patrol police officers patrolled them overnight they would have been ten minutes from their destination. Arinze wound down glass window to reach them. There are two of them; The one who battered them met them.

"Good evening sir." When they reached them they were greeted in solitude. They did not respond.

The interior lights outside the Arenz vehicle came out, but he was looking for a lost pin, but the officer still carried the beam of a powerful flash light. He left everything on one of its faces, a few seconds at one time.

"Na who get this car?" Who owns this car? His voice rang out in pidgin language.

"It is mine sir," Arinze responded.

"Show me your particulars," the first police officer instructed.

Arinz reached the papers and handed them over to the officer. He put the broadcast of the person based on it to the pages. But if he judges from scanning speed, he can say he does not see one of those pages, he is trained in some forms of superpowered reading.

"Oga, I dey check your papers and you sidon for car? Abeg, come down!" I'm checking your papers and you have the audacity to remain seated in the car? Please, get down!

The couple got out of the car. Acha went to the driver and they both saw a police officer.

"So, are you telling this car? Wetin will your work? Is your age? In short, I will see your driver 's license first. So you mean this car belongs to you. What do you do How old are you In fact, give me your driving license. He demanded.