Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Take a Wild Race

Being confident can help their difficulties. The night has cleared his day. I am also getting ready to leave the house. The jacket I did not forget to wear, when the night was so bone-piercing.

"May not be found out. Did you and Cantika really sleep well, huh?" Slowly trying to close the room.

Walk sagging. Do not wear footwear in the form of sandals for fear of making a sound, and the danger will be discovered if you want to join the wild racing arena. Do not let them be caught if they become members of the arena to lay their lives.

Every night that sounds there is always a bet. Don't want to waste a chance to come along. The only way to help pay off debt is in this way.

Clamps ... clamps, rotate the key of the main door knob slowly. Then open. Close back carefully.

"Hhhh, thank God that you didn't wake them up" The relief when you escaped.

In the dark of the night, walking down the streets alone. Many night animals ring behind the bush. The leaves of the trees sway constantly when blown by the wind. Sometimes look back. Afraid that the invisible will follow. Keep walking around. Hands in both jacket pockets. The head is covered with a jacket hat, so that the wind does not blow the bend part that is easy to catch wind.

Carrying a watch. Time still shows the number eleven. It's still about an hour or so that the arena I'm following will begin. It is a long distance from the Cantika residence. Trying to find a shortcut by breaking into the gardens of the citizens. Lots of vegetables and fruit. I just trample on the plant, so as not to miss. There must be a lot of preparation and also check some parts of the bike before the pickle match starts.

"Hhh, how? Have you checked everything?" ask the owner of the car.

"Berez, Boss. Safe all. Guaranteed this time will win again," replied a new friend named Agus.

There were about three new close friends. They're all good. Even want to help my distress, until they volunteer to lend me a racing bike. Although a few days new to know, but we are all familiar like brothers. If there is free time when going home from school, always take the time to share the knowledge of repairing or modifying the motorbike. Fortunately, there is one empty house to serve as a base. Small enough for us to gather.

"good. I like your work. Amen, may your prayers be answered. Today we have to get the money because I need it so much."

"Sipp, Boss. We will always support you" replied Budi.

"Thanks, for all of you. We haven't known you for a long time, but you guys are already good."

"From your attitude, we all thought you were a good person and it turns out that our guess was right, so we are all here happy to know and now become your friends."

"Hmm, thanks for believing. Sorry, if it's troublesome and hard. Especially regarding this motorbike, there will be something that will be damaged. So it's not good! But, just calm down. I'll take responsibility for what I do" said feeling guilty.

"Just calm down, boss. We do not matter the same anyway, as long as there is no embellishment between us here, yes for example supporting other opponents to antagonize us. That's all, which we don't like."

"Good, Boss. We're happy to know you."

"Either. Me too. It's so good to see you guys. Yes, we quickly go to the arena because it looks like the match will start."

"Come, Boss."

The four of us were talking under a shady tree. Position of the race arena. Preparation must be mature in order to be agile on the aspal track.

Motor driven in crowds. The engine is deliberately not turned on, in order to save energy. The crowd cheers began to growl. The applause did not go away echoing loudly. The supporters from several camps, many prancing cheered the boss. My men instead gave support by kneeling their shoulders and praying.

"Let's get some spirit, boss. Don't lose. We'll support you continue."

"Emm, thanks."

Head protection starts. Leather jackets cover the body. The glass is still open showing a net highlight that must be focused.

The competitors began to pass gas. Smoke keeps billowing in the air. Showing strength will begin soon. The faces of all the riders started to tense up. Flags in the air. Aba-aba is ready to fire.

The curvature of the audience made us ready to fight on the streets. Start speeding at high speed. Now only able to be ranked second. Turn is the ninja's way of overtaking. First-order riders are agile as well. Can not be underestimated opponents in plain sight, but the determination to win makes me not want to give up just like that.

A few minutes have passed. Overtaking. No one wants to give up. Even some competitors far behind continue the spirit to enliven the event.

"This is the last round. I have to find a gap to overtake. Don't lose, just because you can't cut the line," a still-ambitious heartbroken won.

The red flag began to rise in the air, a sign that the last track will be passed soon. A rare chance I can't shake, then the hand cuts off the gas as hard as it can. Only in this way in order to get ahead of a cheeky opponent.

Wesss, once through, the bike managed to go first. Didn't expect the last second to beat. Everyone raised their hands.

Very good welcome. Unrelenting applause is voiced. Even this bike is mobbed. They gave such a big clap. So excited if everyone gives support. All the friends laughed out loud when satisfied with the results I achieved. Not in vain to participate in the event tonight, because betting is very large and can pay off debts.