Him, Feronika
Okay, Three, Two, One, Go!!!

This time it was not the Road race that was held as usual. Ferronika got a challenge personally from participants who could not accept defeat the other day. He said Feronika cheated, whereas Ardig— was right the participant was not in good condition while driving. How lucky I am not to have been so badly injured.

Initially, Feronika was ordinary and intended to ignore the babble Ardig, but deliberately his favorite motorcycle rolled. In other words, they were treated so badly that they entered the workshop.

It was enough to ignite the fire that tried to prevent Feronika from blazing. But in fact, it is almost impossible. Because at this time, the girl who owned the witty eyes stood up straight to settle the dispute down to her roots. It is a little late considering there are unexpected events, regarding his best friend.

"Sir, you have to be careful." A friend reminded while patting the shoulders of Feronika, in return got a thumbs-up.

When following the road race, Feronika uses a disguise identity. No one knows that she is a woman because some friends call her name—Fero or Nik. When at the race location, the helmet always covers his identity.

The two motorized vehicles roared loudly as the driver pushed forward. Smoke coming out of the hot exhaust. The cheers of the audience deafened their ears.

The ferronika tightens the adhesive of the glove that is on the wrist, then turns a glance towards the opponent. And, get a reply to the middle finger, a form of provocation to trigger anger.

"Okay, three, two, one, go!!!"

The track used by the race is now located in the western ring road of the area. The number of hollow roads does not necessarily make both reduce the rate of vehicles. Ferronika was far in the lead before there was a U-turn in the fork in the road.

At this race is not money sought, but self-esteem. Both the Ferronika and Ardig were both speeding regardless of safety.

The finish line was already before the eyes of the two, until something happened to one of them. The unlucky Nasip dropped the metallic red motor until it was plunged into the ditch.

"Niike!!!" they panicked. Luckily the trench is a shallow and muddy rice field area.

How humiliating! the Pheronic curse in the heart. While raising his palm high open, a sign that he is fine.

Irham rushed over in a hurry, "Sir, how come, can it fall?"

"We're going to the clinic, now! If you have a blue-blue body. Irham raised Feronika while menggedumel.

"Faith," said Feronika before complaining, "aa-oh." His forehead shriveled wryly withstanding the pain behind the helmet.

"Where's that sick?"

"An ankle, Rham, I think it's just a sprain, but—swear it hurts so much, I'm not lying."

Several other friends helped secure the Feronika, while Irham carried him to one of the cars there and took him to a nearby clinic.

"Rham how's your problem, done right?"

"Udah, the mother was scuffed at the elbow. It turns out that they are not original here, they are from—ah, I forgot," said Irham while remembering, but failed. "Pak Doni's in the old LN?"

"Either, hopefully. If not—" Feronika shuddered in horror, he has now removed the head protector. Thankful there are no bruises on the face.

"Drink first, Nik."

Irham was seen opening a bottle of mineral water and helping Feronika by holding his back.

"Thank you."

"That was an accident?"

"I don't know, Rham. It happened very fast, but the road in Jalibar is not flat, right."