Love and the Past
The Part 142

Returning to the streets with Rio and Mama Reni, Salsa took a short break before getting ready.

The hour hand shows the number seven, another hour Azka will come to pick him up.

He immediately got out of bed, then went to the bathroom to clean himself up, after which he sat down at his dressing table. A little pensive thinking about what clothes fit for her.

Wanting to adjust to the place he would go, Salsa grabbed his phone on the nightstand and sent a message to Azka.

For Azka: I don't know what clothes to wear, where are we going?

Tick Two

Two blue ticks

Typing

Salsa gave a smile, her boyfriend was always on standbay, just sent a message, Azka immediately typed.

For Salsa: In the open, it's up to you who are important to wear jeans, because I picked up a motorcycle.

After getting a reply from Azka, Salsa then get ready to wear clothes that look relaxed but very beautiful and fit on her body. The last touch she polishes her lips with lip gloss.

"Mama's son is very pretty. No cape just got home, left again?" mama Reni said as she watched Salsa descend one by one stairs.

"No Ma, no more Azka jamput. Salsa permit till night huh!" Kiss Mama Reni's hand.

"Be careful dear, greetings to Azka. Mom goes upstairs first." He peeked at his daughter's forehead before moving on.

Salsa simply replied with a nod, walking out of her house. He decided to wait for Azka on the porch of the house. In the lyrics of the watch on his wrist, less five minutes at eight, soon Azka will come.

Azka always comes on time as promised, which is why Salsa does not want to be late, or he will get the nickname catfish and mollor from Azka.

Just about to move, a white motorbike entered his yard. Of course it wasn't Azka, because her boyfriend's bike was red.

"Rayhan?" salsa parrots.

"Mother leader's night," Rayhan said cheerfully as usual. He's got spray from Azka. But not angry because the chairman is like that. "Azka can't pick you up" he continued.

"Why?" Salsa.

"He had an accident right on his way here, so it was too late to pick up," said Rayhan without getting off his bike.

"Accident?" salsa asked in disbelief, she closed her mouth. Her beautiful eyes began to tear. The person he was waiting for turned out to be an accident, and he even had a bad idea on Azka.

"Gue picked you up to persuade him. He doesn't want to go to the hospital, he wants to continue the race tonight. You want to, don't you?"

Salsa wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, then nodded. Azka was always stubborn and did not think about health, but always bothered about her health.

During the journey to somewhere, Salsa's tears kept dripping thinking about her lover's condition, a day that should be happy she had to get bad news.

"Where are we going Ray?" salsa asked in a hoarse voice from crying.

"On the field beside the circuit," replied Rayhan slightly shouting. "Gue does not know what is on Azka's mind, already know his hands out injured using ngeyel race before you meet, so gini," said Rayhan sakin regretted.

There is no more speech from Salsa, only the sound of stuffing is heard behind the helmet he wears. He was afraid Azka was lying in the hospital again.

Salsa was afraid to see the wound, she was afraid to see blood. And the last few months he's always dealt with it because of his courtship with the head of a motorcycle gang. Honestly Salsa was depressed every time she saw what other wounds were treating her. But what's possible is the risk of loving the head of a motorcycle gang.

"Faster Ray!" insist Salsa impatient, he began to claustrophobic.

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