Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Want to Take Action Racing

The night was dark, but the net was still awake. Long time head thought money problem. Although all the same business school has been completed, but with Cantika is still long because it has not been able to replace it. Was struggling to think of a way, in order to get the exchange sheet quickly.

"Where do you get it? Do I have to work? But what kind of work? While I'm just a resident of the here?"

Hands propped his head, in order to be satisfied staring at the roof ceiling. Dull tiles look neatly lined up. There is nothing special about wealth. All simple and useful tools.

Krucuk .. krucuk, suddenly hungry stomach.

"Isshh, indeed can not be invited to compromise the stomach," Dejected heart, when increasingly wrapped around it.

"Hh, now I'd better just eat. Rather than starving and endlessly unable to think clearly anymore."

Dangled feet want to wear sandals, when going down the bed. Today Cantika and his father stayed at a private clinic, because there are patients who must be cared for when they are sick. Now they have to process their own food.

Head to the kitchen to see what can be done. One by one I opened the closet shelves. There are only instant noodles. Just look bored, so no appetite.

"Well, what do you want to eat?"

Still busy looking for something. Netra stared in the rice cooker (mejicom). I opened it and saw it right away.

"Well, there's plenty of rice. Should I just pick it up, yeah!"

It's also a good idea to do it. No one is home, so much rice should be cooked immediately. Look for the necessary seasoning, but when checking all the blanks.

"Duh, no soy sauce same special fast food seasoning to cook this!" Disappointment.

"Hmm, I'd rather buy it now, than this indigestible rubazir rice, which will eventually go stale."

No time to waste, go to the store. Fortunately there is a money handle, the rest of the Cantika giving. The price is quite cheap, so the bag is not drained.

"Mom, buy the fried rice dong seasoning," I told the seller.

"Tumben these nights just bought. Can you cook 'can you? Where is Cantika?" ask the owner of the stall with a fat body and potbellied.

"Oh, he's busy going to the same clinic. Could dong, that little problem. Just love the same seasoning soy sauce and sliced-iris bringnya."

"Goodle. Don't get scabbed later!" He gave two thumbs up.

"Beres, sir, I'll be careful. The money."

"Hmm, here's the change."

I received the pennies. I want to slide straight home. The stomach can no longer be compromised.

Brum .. brum, the sound of the motor being gassed, so loud echoes in the ear.

The initially hasty step now stopped suddenly to listen more clearly where the position of the voice was.

The more attention, such as not far away the location of the two-wheeled engine sound. The sound was so clear and echoed like a race.

Try walking straight to make sure. The black jereck bag is still perched in the hand. Do not want to delay, then speed up the pace with a small run. The sound of cheers began to grow very boisterous.

"Well, there's a race!"

Wesss, upon arriving at their destination, the pace of the motorized horses began to show their great action. There were about four people who were fighting against greatness.

There are a lot of crowds on the side of the road. It seems that the young people are focused on watching.

"Eeh, may you ask dong!" Pat one of the spectators on the shoulder.

"Yes, please. Want to ask what?"

"It's a race, can everybody come?"

"Of course I can. As long as they're good at driving."

"So, there's a prize money isn't there?"

"of course. We're all on a bet. Wusss, who wins will be the greatest champion here, but unfortunately no one has been nimble, cool, and strong to beat the street thugs" explained one of them.

"Well, should I try it, yeah! Is it possible that this opportunity will be able to return the money Cantika? But what if I lose? Aah, what's important is that I try first. Losing a win is a business lately. The main thing is now that there is a way to return the money," the murmur hesitated.

Before offering yourself to try to research, and enjoy the course of the match. I don't know why a hunch could do this. Fearless, it makes the confidence stronger to come along.

"Oh, yeah. Can I borrow one of your bikes?" Actually disinclined and embarrassed, but want to do again when you do not have your own vehicle.

"What do you want to do?"

"Follow the race."

They were immediately stunned at me. From the look on their faces they seemed unsure of my wishes. Even nudging each other to ask for certainty and approval.

"Well, how are you?"

"You guys just calm down. I'm sure I'll win, and if I can help you get a little money at the stakes, how?" Trying to convince them.

"Are you sure? From the looks of it, you're less convincing?" Their doubt.

The face is ordinary, dressed in an omblong shirt and shorts, like a weak person and unable to follow. It's only natural that they're not sure.

"Just calm. If you lose, I'll return your money a hundred percent. Because there is no betting capital, then I borrow it first with you. If we win even for two results later, how?" I offered to convince them again.

"Eem, fine then. You will support you to win!" Finally they agree with the way you nudge the shoulder the sign of friendship.

Although lost memory, but the action of running the motor seems to have been used by me. The first session has finished, now it's my turn to show my teeth. Will show the pent-up talent that these few months have long forgotten.