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After the shooting was completed and followed the interview session with automotive journalists covering the failure of Dhika mas representing the city of Yogya in the Sentul Drag Race race. Mas Fais entertained us with a private dinner with delicious dishes, then ended with coffee.

“Gue says this is not a loss, Dhik. I guarantee Mr. James will understand your condition now. We only demand half of it. Just to participate in the race again, I guess we can not back up again. You find another sponsor.” Mas Fais patted Dhika's shoulder after standing up. He went out of the usual waiting room with the team of riders getting ready.

Mas Dhika sighed. “Starting from the beginning again me, Sha. Begging for sponsors and racer contracts.” Mas Dhika stared at his fake feet.

“Sometimes I want to hate this same, sometimes I often maki-maki this situation alone because I'm afraid you're angry. But now I really-neer to maki people.” he said so emotionally.

I finished the tom yam in the bowl and finished the mango juice. The comfort sometimes makes me more patient than the nagging.

“Maki aja me mas, can kok.” bargain me calm.

“Dog, motherfucker! My life is ruined, I say. Ancur.”

THE PLAQUE!

My hand floated freely to his face with my eyes whizzing. My chest is hot because Dhika mas like scolding me too.

“Not that angry time, ngawur you!” I said fiercely.

Mas Dhika curses once more while holding her red cheeks. His hunting breath was getting louder.

“Damn, Risha Risol. Said could. Lying you! Where he slap using the power in again. Pain dodol!” said mas Dhika, anxious and irritated chime in his voice.

I grinned as I pushed her hand off her cheek and kissed her quickly.

“It doesn't hurt, does it?” I asked while looking at him.

Mas Dhika held back a smile but still looked irritated.

“Again dong, let's not bales my revenge later.”

“Konyol. I'm going home.” I grabbed the crutches in my backpack. ”Tomorrow we must look beautiful and dashing, we prove to everyone we are able to pass it.” as I cried with enthusiasm.

“I should have been your sack, but I also did not dare.” grumbled mas Dhika while holding me. “Elu doain evil same I let you reply yes, Sha.”

“What the hell! Can't do that. Sin, let karma find its own way.” as I look around. The atmosphere is still crowded in the cold air we Bogor, there is still a lot of preparation done by the organizer and vehicle service carried out by reliable mechanics from the sponsorship team.

“You see the preparation?” bargained.

Mas Dhika blinked her eyes while trying to be indifferent.

“Males, mending to hotel. Watch a movie while brushing your hair. Delicious not tired.”

Mas Dhika left me who was avid to mingle her changing mood. But it is true that only God knows the mood of his servant.

I ran a little ahead of him while sticking out my tongue.

“But don't film the race anymore! Bosen.”

“Keep seeing what?”

I put out my hand. “A romantic movie, or a cartoon movie? OMG..” I snatched the opportunity. “Risha has not seen a cartoon mas.” long ago hysterical.

“Let's see cartoon, later see cartoon.”

Mas Dhika hissed sharply while taking off my hand suddenly. “Udah want the head of three behavior is still like a boy, pantes hard to invite the fun of the world and the hereafter!”

Mas Dhika grumbled while looking at a glance. Stare brightly the night before the party drag race that is guaranteed tomorrow morning.

“Wait for me, I will definitely be back what!” he said full of determination.

I embrace it under the cold night sky. I like his fadless spirit because the confidence in the heart multiplies motivation.

***

Next morning. Sentul Circuit is not found by morning sun. Drizzle down slowly but do not dampen the spirit of the racers to pit the ability in the right place by bringing kis— permit card start—license that must be in the possession of the racer from the Indonesian motorcycle bond.

I open the transparent white umbrella and close myself to the Dhika mas.

With his racing clothes deliberately worn to commemorate today's match, Dhika still proudly shows himself in the midst of the crowds that are taking place on the circuit and the stands.

“Gue want a photo first at the starting line of umbrella girl, near my former car.” always with a ignorant smile.

I cleared my throat and how fed up I was with being called an umbrella girl. He was here, staring at Dhika mas with a scornful gaze while looking at the rider from Medan.

“Why should umbrella girls wear sexy clothes? The material is hot again.” grumbled me while walking.

Mas Dhika whose path is still lame and slowly turned to the stands, his fans cheered, cheering him with flagship yel-yel.

“Sorry, brother. I retired early.” he said with toa borrowed from mas-mas committee who happened to pass. “Doain I am the same bini soon have a baby and big business.”

“Amin, woy, amen.” reply them in unison.

Mas Dhika gave a thumbs up and returned the small toa and optimistically came to Dipta who was warming up physically.

“Dip, hitchhiking photos bentar yes. Let my father's mother be proud.” selorohnya, di managed to master himself from suspicion while last night he delirious worry.

Dipta bent his left leg back and pulled it slowly. “Sepuasmu, Dhik. If you can permit me to the committee you join me race.”

“No, I want to see Risha race. More delicious, not deg-degan, do not need to focus very much anymore. Enjoy my life now, Dip.” said mas Dhika while stylish in front of his former car.

I took a picture of him, and some automotive reporters standing outside the circuit barrier also captured this ridiculous moment. Om Ray must be getting this snarl with his son. Not that penitence is still.

“Out road, Dip. I want to start.” exciting mas Fais.

“Mantap!” Mas Dhika gave his two thumbs up with a joke mimic. “Lu serious, bro. Don't forget to be a champion, let me splash the bonus.” he added while patting Dipta's shoulder and passing.

I looked at him fixedly, looking for the reflection of lies and evil while smiling.

“Spirit, Dip. Don't forget to pray first.”

He nodded and smiled wryly. “Doain me also yes.”

I nodded quickly and followed Dhika mas out of the circuit.

Beside Fais and many people from various supporters, Dhika sighed amid the roaring sound of a racing machine and partly emitted smoke.

”Gue hope Dipta wins. But he forgets the best racer is a rider who can understand the extent of the ability of the engine and he has not fully understood the engine of the red!”

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