Love Shana For Motorcycle Gang Chairman
Chapter 4 The Happening Almost Again

**Syana** is now at home after being escorted by a man who almost hit him earlier. Mr.**Syakil** and Ms.**Syaina**delightedness at Shana's return home sooner than usual, with a condition that looks sick. His legs are a little limp.

"Mbak Shana, why did he come home sooner? Then what's with his leg, how does it look limp?" surprised *Syala**, his sister approached.

"So morning when Mbak want to cross, suddenly there was a motorist who drove the bike with a fast, even though the road was still empty. Mbak almost hit and skirt Mbak kelindas his motorcycle tire. Sobek and bolong deh," the story is full of regret about the incident this morning when Shana will go to work.

"Yes, geez. Ma'am Shana, I can. So next time be careful, yes," recalls Shala the younger sister.

"Mbak is not not not careful, but the guy who is racing on the road that is not supposed to be used for the speeding arena, anyway really smart. Upset Mbak will be," Shana grumbled.

"But, he's finally in charge too, right, Mommy? How, does it look cool? Must be a cool rich Korean actor, right?"

"Cool fuck, he's a bad boy, muffled and fond of reckless. Ihhh was horrified, surely his life was spent with wild races, which were days of money and life betting, really cool pretentious," said Shana annoyed.

"Let's see, where's the pain, son?" timbrung Bu Syaina, Shana's mother who had since noticed her son who came home early from work with a limp leg condition. Mr. Syakil followed his wife and approached Shana in wonder.

"This Mom, knees, elbows, and heels Shana was rubbed asphalt to bare," he told the story while showing the scars of the asphalt friction earlier this morning, which now has dried blood.

"Awww, sick Sya," Shana scolded grimacingly holding back her still sore elbow that Shala deliberately held.

"Oh my goodness, apparently the wound is a lot. Did the guy who almost hit Mbak apologise the same Ma'am?" ask Syala curiously.

Shana shook her head, she was now busy blowing on the wound on her elbow.

"The hell Mommy? And then when he helped Ma'am to the clinic, he didn't say sorry at all?"

"No, I'm not sorry at all."

"But he, right, has helped Madam Shana go to the clinic. Consider it an apology from him," said Syala.

"Fortunately he still wants to be responsible, thank God," said Mr. Syakil. "Then, what about your job, son? You said if it's one minute late the Leader likes to nag, this is not going to work will the Leader not be angry?" continued Mr. Syakil worried.

"The man who helped Shana said he wanted to take responsibility, sir. Because Syana asked for help before she left the clinic to convey that Syana could not enter work, because she was hit by someone. And he left saying that, "Shanna said.

"You're sure that the young man who nearly bumped into you relayed your request to your Leader?" Mr. Syakil seems unsure.

"Lack of knowing, too, sir. But, until this hour, from the office no one contacted Shana. That means it could be someone who almost broke Shana's promise and gave Shana's permission to the Leader." Mr. Syakil and Ms. Syaina seemed to understand and bearded.

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Meanwhile somewhere else. Shahdan, who now lives in a modest apartment, was receiving a call from someone.

"Alright, just set it as planned. How trajectory? Ok, we play there. I'm sure I'll win that race." Straight away, the eyes of the Shahdan eagle stared sharply out the window, from the top of his apartment various kinds of vehicles fluttered to and fro. All did not escape his sight.

"I can definitely win it, and can be a real street king. Conquering all mercilessly, "he was full of ambition while justifying the collar of his shirt.

His ambition defeats everything. Shahdan transformed into a young man who really does not fear anything, he is now back to betting his life, undergoing a wild race whose money value is fantastic.

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Somewhere else. Shana just got out of the mall where she works. One of the Supervisors who had a crush on Syana offered to drive Syana home, but Syana refused because she preferred to walk instead of ride in a vehicle, unless pressed in the rain or night.

"Yes, I'll take you!" he nodded while flashing flirtatiously.

"No, Mom, thank you. I'm just walking. Mas Shaman first," he refused subtly. Syaman was a little disappointed, then he passed with his motorcycle while mengedumel.

Arriving in the third of the road, Shana saw a small child around the age of 9 years who wanted to cross. But for a split second, suddenly several large cc motors sped up from the right, two of the motorists running the motor while chatting with eyes not focused forward, so that one of the motors almost grazed the little boy who was about to cross it.

With lightning fast Shana grabbed the child's body and they fell onto the asphalt to sit down.

"Ouch." Both of them complained at the same time, fortunately neither of them was injured.

"Heh, come here, dong's responsibility. That's why on the street don't talk, so lose concentration, right?" shana shouted at one of the impellers who almost grazed the child. Again the incident almost hit by a motorbike repeated. Two days ago he was, and now a little boy in front of his eyes who was about to get a drag.

The motorist who shouted at Syana, stopped while still crossing the handlebar of his motor with arrogance. The noise reached the ears with exhaust fumes that partially filled the left and right sides of the road, and some clumped into the air. Shana coughed at him.

The motorist was still sitting in his seat with both feet already on the ground. His face is still covered in black helmet glass so that Shana is difficult to recognize the face of the impurity. While his other friends had scattered first because deliberately coded by the motorist who almost grazed earlier to go first.

Shana approached the impurity without fear, while the little boy immediately ran away from the place, probably feeling shock and fear.

"Open the helmet, don't hide your ugly face behind the helmet," she stared at the helmeted face. The motorist was surprised, because the girl who was now close in front of him dared to insult him and was the girl who two days ago almost hit him.

"Damn it, don't know who I am yet. Putting everything else ugly. Look out, after I open the helmet, I'm sure you'll die of shock" the impurity said as she slowly opened her helmet.

Shana was still staring intently at the face with a dirty face with an annoyed face. Then his gaze rolled down towards his motorbike. Shana was wide-eyed, like she was familiar with that bike.

"Is this really the same bike, and the same guy with the motor two days ago almost hit me?" ask in the heart.

Slowly the motorist began to open his helmet. His face was not visible because he was still covered in sunglasses. Shana could only see thin volume lips that seemed to be smiling cynically at her. As the impurity began to open her glasses, Shana began to blink. His eyes began to clear, and now he could recognize who the impurity that almost grazed the child earlier.

"You?" shakut Shana stared in disbelief.