Captured by the Past
Chapter 1: Meeting with Elshara

A surging wind swirled through every sidelines of grass that grew around a large tree with many branches and leaves that still looked green, only a few strands that looked yellowed, yellowed, the tree stands firmly in front of a fence that soars high right in front of the basketball court of one of the elite schools standing in Central Jakarta. The tall building with a modern design that highlights the luxury of the high school, on the field there are several boys who are playing basketball.

Among them are three students known as the school's rulers, only they are not a vicious gangster or some kind of bully, Royyan D'caprio Alzaro, Ajun and also Dirta they were good friends from since junior high school (SMP) and now they are reunited in the same roof of education.

In a corner of the court Dirta threw a basketball soar high until finally entered the basketball hoop. The roar of his team-mates roared with excitement, jumping happily and even all of them began to swarm Dirta in one place. Royyan and Ajun who pay attention to his best friend became the center of the crowd like sugar quickly incised a wide smile.

"Sugar kayak aja lu Dir," cried Ajun in another corner of the field as he left his waist, who then flicked his hair that had been soaked by sweat.

"Take off yuk, thirst me." Royyan suddenly sauntered away from the basketball court.

Without answering Ajun followed Royyan's steps, his steps were definitely towards the school cafeteria, then Dirta who saw him immediately ran in a hurry following the steps of Royyan and Ajun who had walked a little far.

"Woii! Waita. Severe you on ninggalin sohibnya himself." he said shortly after Dirta approached Royyan and Ajun.

"Lu lama."sohut Royyan briefly, while walking closer to the refrigerator containing cold drinks.

"It's a long time, wait for the sugar swarming with ants."Ajun's pulp.

"Daddy ah you on."reply Dirta again still set his breath faltering.

"Want a drink?"ask Royyan.

Both pairs of Ajun and Dirta eyes widened cheerfully, while the two corners of his lips came up, while his hands were firmly attached to each other's waists. Royyan turned his head and narrowed his eyes on his two best friends, as soon as he grinned.

"Buy it yourself, nawarin doang cave."his taps broke all the hopes of Ajun and Dirta.

Instantly the smile engraved on Ajun and Dirta's lips melted and faded and disappeared from the lines of his face, squealing while incising a thin smile.

"Not asik lu ah, kirain want a telektir." said Dirta while inserting a piece of money fractions of twenty thousand into the drink machine, then press the button to choose the drink he wanted.

"Lu on a lot of money." - Royyan as he sauntered away.

Ajun. Staring at the back of one of his friends, cold but attentive, Royyan remained firm in his footsteps without waiting for Dirta and Ajun to finish with his drink. This is common, Royyan often goes wherever he wants without telling anyone.

In a famous cafe near his school, Dirta, Royyan and Ajun sat quietly with their personal phones, not to mention Royyan who also played his phone while monitoring his family's company shares through the phone.

"This is a cool race," Adjunct still focused on his phone reply to several messages on social media.

"Come on! We have not fought skills for a long time, lest you are already weak."sahut Dirta who also still enjoys his time with his cellphone.

"Ngaco lu."timpal Royyan while painting a thin smile.

"Let's unplug." continued Royyan who immediately turned off his phone and put it in the pocket of the black white baseball jacket he was wearing.

"Well crazy just unplug you."timpal Ajun and immediately put his phone in the pocket of his school uniform pants, which are black.

"Yinny! Gua likes this man who is not afraid of challenges."sahut Dirta while rushing to stand up from his chair.

"Challenge to conquer." chirped Royyan as he picked up his school backpack and tied his bag to one of his shoulders.

"Weeeis.the real man."praise the Ajun.

Without waiting for the clockwork inside the cafe to tick again, the three of them had left the cafe, driving their cars away from each other. The speed of the car to a private circuit owned by the Ajun family, the location is not too far from the existence of the cafe.

Arriving at the circuit, the three immediately parked the car in a special parking lot of the circuit. Enter into a room for them to change their clothes and also store their belongings in a locker that has been provided by the elbow on duty. The lockers of the storage of the items were white and also dense ash with a height not exceeding the height of the people who visited the circuit.

Ajun and Dirta came out first dressed as professional riders, while wearing black gloves both swung into the arena. After his two best friends moved away from the dressing room, while Royyan just came out of the dressing room complete with gloves and also special shoes for the race, lekas the tall and sturdy man walked closer to Dirta and Ajun who were already in the arena area standing next to the car of his choice respectively.

"Wouldn't you?"royyan exclaimed as he wore a black helmet that combined with red.

"Udah. Long time you're like a girl."reply Dirta a little sneaky.

"Bacot you! Let's get started" replied Royyan stepped forward into the race car in a fiery red, like his burning soul.

The one who is in the middle of the two, then laugh while hitting the car that he will drive it gently do not forget his head shakes along with his eyes closed because he can not hold his own laughter.

"I just keep hitting you on" said Ajun who then entered the car in blue sky.

All had prepared in their respective cars, the engine of the car had lit up, both of his third hands had prepared at the wheel, and the car was on, slowly one of his third legs stepped on the gas in the car at the same time, right at 25 minutes at four o'clock this afternoon. All three cars with the same speed power shot through the wind that blew from the opposite direction.

The car glass was tightly closed, Both Royyan, Ajun or Dirta all agreed to wear a helmet as a savior if anything unwanted came to him. Royyan's car sped up like a towing magnet in front of him, leaving Dirta and Ajun behind. Dirta grinned and then stepped on the gas pedal of his car again with confidence, his soul was as fiery as Royyan, the ambition of both men who both had a proportional height posture was fiery. While Ajun remained on his stance to drive the car safely, comfortably and safely, he thoroughly enjoyed the breeze that plumbed into the pores of his face.

The man with sharp jaws painted a calm smile, glued his hands together later, tried to unite himself with the car, slowly he strengthened the speed of his car and managed to catch up with Dirta's car that had surpassed him, Dirta turned her head for a moment and she quickly raised the corner of her lips smiling.

"It's me, Royyan!"chirp Royyan further forward his car with a speed reaching the limit of the ability of the car.

From a distance of three meters in front of him, right in the circuit arena, there was a woman who had suddenly entered and stood in the middle in a state of messy hair and clothes that were also messy, too, the tall woman, clean white skin and also the chubby cheeks did not hesitate to lean her body forward, it seems that she was still panting.

Royyan was so shocked that he widened his eyes and swiftly threw his wheel to the right, the distance was too close that Royyan could not stop his car that was traveling at that great speed. The car hit the barrier between the arena and the audience seats. Including the woman was also surprised so he lowered his knees while covering both ears and his eyes closed so firmly.

"Arrrghh." the flat-eyed woman quivered in fear.

Luckily Royyan had a fairly deft action, even though he himself hit with his wheel. His face was flushed red, holding back the anger that had already erupted from within him. As soon as Royyan got out of his car, he, with a firm step Royyan approached the woman who was wearing navy jeans and a tank top cosmic latte complete with a cardigan in the same color with the clothes he wore while removing his helmet and slightly draining his black hair it looks long.

"Lu's crazy! Enter the arena carelessly, the arena for the race, how about if you can mampus hah?! Cave that loses, if you want to kill yourself do not stay." snapped Royyan with his red face and the net that dangle upset.

"Ma-af, I-I don't know the way, so stray in here, sorry." replied the straight long-haired woman.

The exhausted woman stood with her knees still trembling in fear. Royyan left his waist and continued to shower his grievous gaze on the woman who had come out of nowhere.

"Baby whatever you got to the circuit, caught his bullshit."so Royyan again cornered the woman in front of him.

"Well, I didn't come here on purpose, so what else do I have to answer."The woman continued to dodge.

"God! You emerged from the audience area, you should know what this place is." Royyan's tone grew higher.

Seeing Royyan's car stop, Dirta and Ajun immediately flicked his wheel and rushed over to Royyan who was in a state of anger. Dirta pulled Royyan from in front of the woman.

"What the hell is it? Why are you even snapping girls anyway."tepis Dirta, come to be the mediator between Royyan and the woman.

"The girl is going to die."ltuk Royyan took a few steps back.

"Hush! Indiscriminate you if you say."timpal Ajun on his left.

"Keep not to die trying to stand in front of the cave car."

The woman with slightly plump cheeks glared in annoyance, displaying her face in real contempt. The look in his eyes also sharpened on Royyan, but Royyan was indifferent as if he did not care about what happened to the woman.

"Why did you enter the arena, this is a danger area?"ask Dirta gently.

"Actually I was being chased by people, and I was confused where to run, and finally strayed here" he explained with his panicked face.

"Who's chasing you?"Ajun asked as he took off the two gloves that wrapped his hands until sweating.

"My ex-boyfriend, I'm afraid of him, he is often very rude, please help me, please." he said begging while reaching for one hand Dirta and Ajun who are nearby.

His forehead creased, his eyes began to glaze. His fear was clearly drawn from the lines of his face, Royyan frowned and felt sorry for the woman, but he chose to be indifferent and turned his face away from her while combing her soft black hair using his fingers after he removed the white gloves in line with the racing shirt he was wearing at present.

"Have the cave up, not in the mood." - grumbled Royyan turned his body and left everything there.

Walk along the circuit road with an area of more than four kilometers, 18 meters wide, and there are 20 bends with a straight track of more than 800 meters, it is, the man who had the muscles of the burly hand kept walking and no longer cared about the woman. In contrast to Ajun and Dirta who chose to remain silent in front of the woman with those dazzling pink lips, every now and then Dirta and Ajun turned their attention to that cold-hearted man who had now left the arena's trajectory.

"Disregard Royyan, he is like that. But he's good." said Dirta with very low intonation.

"You're as comfortable as a refrigerator man."that woman raised her chin more confidently.

"He's nice, just cold, but he's considerate."timpal Adjunct.

The woman nodded.

The dried leaves coming from a large tree in the middle of the circuit arena flew by the wind and rolled in front of Ajun, Dirta and the woman named Elshara. They decided to leave the arena immediately following Royyan who had already left, even he left his gloves on the race car he was wearing earlier.

"Please sort everything out." said Ajun to some staff who were waiting for his order in one corner of the audience seat.

"Okay sir."that's one of the staff.

While attending with Dirta and Elshara continued their steps into the area of the circuit building, the three walked closer to the dressing room as a facility of the circuit. Elshara waited outside the dressing room, there was no way Elshara would follow the three men into the dressing room.

Ajun and Dirta went into the dressing room, a silent voice overpowered Elshara's ears. His heart was beating very fast, his eyeballs were constantly monitoring the surroundings. Her net could not stop to keep glancing at her left right, even she stared at the plain white ceiling above her while letting her body gently hit the white wall behind her.

"Hopefully he didn't get here, so scared. He's like a werewolf possession." muttered Elshara's mind as she lowered her head with both hands she carried behind.