Let Me Fall in Love
101. Challenges

"Papa said congratulations to Akbar. Kan Akbar has won the young entrepeneur contest award from the president." Mr. Bagja reasoned. He was in Jakarta when Akbar got an invitation to the State Palace. Work business is done. The track record investigation business was also narrow.

Ami mangosteen. A smile filled with pride adorned her beautiful face. He sat alone on the single sofa. While Akbar just smiled mesemically hearing the reason Mr. Bagja was so flexible to make an alibi.

"Have you done the PTS?" Akbar looked at Ami. Not feeling awkward about Mr. Bagja. Even feel lucky. Let the father continued Ami was able to assess his sincerity in supporting and caring for Ami's education.

"Alhamdulillah was done yesterday. Later in early October there will be a task group all maples. The list of groups should be made starting Monday tomorrow. A group of five. There will be two groups of six. There are 32 students in total."

Saying greetings heard from the newly arrived Mother Sekar. Make all the attention to the main door that is wide open.

"There was a guest. Long time ago, Akbar?" Ibu Sekar received a helping hand from Akbar who kissed his hand.

"There's about fifteen minutes, ma'am. I have greetings from Mama." Akbar looked at his mother Ami who was sitting next to Mr. Bagja.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Say hello back to me too." Ibu Sekar still smiled kindly at the young man who was persistent in struggling to get a blessing ticket.

"This is just an orange ice treat. Ami has nawarin Mas Akbar eat yet?"

"A bargain to eat, Mom? Fear of wrong." Sahut Ami accompanied by a grin.

"Yes can or. They usually like to be bargained as well. But eat it at home not at Mom's Dapoer."

Ami smiled widely because Mother was 'welcome'. "Sister, want to eat? Want yes. I'm hungry too haven't eaten rice since morning. Satisfied with the bandros," he looked at the guest.

Sekar's mother shook her head to hear Ami's unusual offer.

"Still full, Mi. Ami aja deh who ate." said Akbar who half hesitated to answer yes in front of Ibu Sekar and Pak Bagja.

"Again, no second, third, and so on. Tomorrow if you visit will not be offered again." Said Mr. Bagja with his firm voice.

"Yes wants. I want to, Mi. Just as hungry." Rushing Akbar rectified his words. The danger of refusing to eat is the same as losing a moment alone with Ami.

Ami giggled at Akbar's gesture which turned frantic and explosive. It went first. Akbar followed later after the permission first to Pak Bagja and Ibu Sekar.

***

Akbar knew himself by not lingering at the guest. After being in the dining room, eating alone with Ami, he soon paid his way home. Return to the hotel Seruni and now contemplate in his room. Honestly not entirely happy with the attitude of 'welcome' Ibu Sekar. There was a question mark in his mind. And tipped alert. Because what? Because while eating, his gaze accidentally caught the presence of a cctv camera pointing to the dining table. And just realized if in the living room also saw a glimpse of the location of the cctv. There were no surveillance cameras in the house. If outside we already know there is. Integrated with Dapoer Mother's restaurant.

Akbar started thinking smartly. Making an estimate if he is on his parents' assessment test Ami. Fortunately, it did not poke Ami's arm at the beginning of the meeting. His movements in the watch. It could be, if his naughty hands touch Ami, the door of the house will not open again for him. As soon as he made his own conclusion.

Map application is opening. Akbar saw the distance from his hotel to Galuh Ciamis stadium. He then made mapping and graffiti on paper whose writing was only understood by him himself. Tomorrow morning should arrive on time means having to set a strategy.

"Tom, go to my room now!" Akbar ended the call after getting a swift reply from Tommy. Just waiting for about six minutes, the door to his room knocked.

Tommy sits on the sofa waiting for Akbar who must first receive the incoming call. It seems from his mother in Jakarta because he heard the boss mention the name 'Mama' several times.

"Tom, I need a motor sport for tomorrow morning. Need to wear it at half six. Please find something to hire." Akbar said he meant to call Tommy.

"I want to play sports in Galuh Stadium. Car use is afraid to get stuck on the road because there is a healthy road event in Ciamis square. I have to nyampe the location on time. If you use a motorbike it is nimble."

"Oh then how about using my bike, sir. Although the old motor, but tongkrongan sangar, the machine is recalcitrant because it is always maintained. It's motor..." Tommy showed me the photo on his phone screen.

"OK, Tom. I like the bike. Have to standby before half six in the morning!"

"Ready, sir."

***

Akbar woke up at dawn due to the ringing of an alarm that was intentionally loud. Fear of bad luck. After performing dawn prayers, continue to stretch. He does not know what Bagja sir will give a challenge. Just run in the morning together or want a race race run. Not really read yet.

[Morning, Panda.... Yuk jogging! Later Akbar tried permission to Mother and Papa]

Akbar smiled mesemically reading the message from Ami who had just entered. Ami really does not know if the shaman yesterday was an agreement with Mr. Bagja. Rushed typing reply messages.

[Can't, baby. This morning there was an important meeting]

[Mom's part doesn't seem like we're going alone. Patience yes, Cutie 😘]

Dressed in black jogger pants and a white T-shirt, a full face helmet, Akbar rode Tommy's motor sport towards Galuh stadium. This is the first experience to the Ciamis pride stadium. He will depart relying on Google map with a mileage indicated 40 minutes.

In fact, the travel time is four minutes because Akbar wrong turn so many intersections. The road route has changed. But luckily, arriving at the stadium entrance at half-time was seven minutes less. Already there Mr. Bagja stood waiting with both hands folded in the chest.

"good. You came on time." Pak Bagja gave his appreciation and invited Akbar into the stadium. There's no one inside. There was only an officer who was watering the grass of the ball field. Because it is not open to the public. Only used if there is a football match or athletic event. He can enter because he has inside access.

"What do we want, sir?" Akbar ventured to ask while circulating his gaze to the entire stands of empty spectator benches leaping over.

"I challenge you to a one-round race. Start and finish here. If you manage to beat me, the blessing ticket from Ibu Sekar today can also be obtained. I guarantee that. So, are you ready?" Pak Bagja pulled the corner of his lips looking at the astonished Akbar.

"I'm ready." Akbar said for sure. He opened his leather jacket to prepare for the starting line. Confident to be able to defeat Mr. Bagja who is old age.

Aba-aba 'willing' began to be spoken by the janitor who was appointed by Pak Bagja to give instructions. Pak Bagja is on the left side of Akbar who seems to be concentrating.

"Ready!" Say those instructions. Pak Bagja and Akbar both put up the position of lifting the pelvis.

"GOS!"

Akbar darted away within three seconds of Mr. Bagja. A third of the track, he escorted the run further away from the rival. A thin smile adorns the face when it has gone through half the track. Can't look back because it can affect speed and loss of seconds.

The unexpected thing caught the corner of the eye. Mr. Bagja is chasing and getting closer. Making Akbar shocked and felt the breath began to roam and the running speed began to decline. Too excited at the beginning.

Another with Mr. Bagja who remained constant ran with a regular rhythm to slow but certainly preceded Akbar and ended the first finish. Then the breath ngos ngosan and sat on the track after crossing the finish line.