Love Shana For Motorcycle Gang Chairman
Chapter 5 Sickness Up to the Heart

"What's the nightmare last night, so I can meet you, the weird girl who usually makes my life shit?" the dumelnya makes Shana wildly not accept.

"What did you say, try saying it again?" shana shouted not to accept in front of the face of Shahdan. Shahdan did not throw his face when Shana said that near his face, Shahdan instead deliberately looked at Syana's face with a cynical look. Shana felt embarrassed and threw her gaze in the other direction. However, he was never used to being stared at for long by a guy, especially the guy in front of him is now the type of bad boy who is urgently and courageously.

Shana turned her body a step back from Shahdan after she felt the distance was so close.

"What, do I want to repeat what I said? Every time I see you, I'm always fucking. And this is the second time I've accidentally met you, and I almost grazed a kid. You are indeed an unlucky carrier apparently," he said making Syana's eyes glare again.

"Who's the fuck? It is precisely I who is unlucky every time I meet you. Think about it, twice I almost hit your motorbike speeding on public roads. Two days ago it almost hit me, and today it almost grazed a child. So the unlucky one is me, not you. Precisely the unlucky bearer is you," Shana pointed to Shahdan. Shahdan again made not accept in the case of motor butut by the girl who thinks this rancid.

"Damn it, how dare you say my bike is blind. You little girl, fucking carrier!" reply while reviving the motor gas and re-banging the handlebar motor. The sound of the exhaust to noise everywhere. Syana spontaneously closes the earlobe with both hands.

"Silent, stop the noise of the motor," prevent Syana while reaching for the key Syah and then turn it off, along with that Syah hand and also towards the key of the motor. Automatic hands Shana and Shahdan touch each other. For a moment both of them were both shocked and no one immediately let go. Shana and Shahdan were stunned to see their hands falling on each other.

A little while later, Shana only realized and immediately shook his hand from the hands of Shahdan. "Don't you dare touch my hand!" while throwing your face away.

"Don't be arrogant, I'd rather touch your dirty hands" he denied, patting his hands like dust.

"You are arrogant and do not know the rules. Shouldn't be on the streets, it's not a race track. The proof every time you scramble, you almost hit people. What if all the boys like you put their lives on a wild race. Want to be the trash of society?" point Shana towards Shahdan. As soon as Shahdan was silent, he did not dare to retaliate.

The girl's speech, which she said sounded the same as what her father had said the other day, "community trash". The sentence is now ringing back after Shana as if they were repeating the words of her father.

"So what do you want, here, compensation?" asked Shahdan suddenly while holding a few pieces of red money to Shana's face, then slipped in his hand. Shana growled, she squeezed the money and threw it back in the face of Shahdan while saying.

"I do not want to accept this compensation money, at least for the incident, you are aware and insyaf so as not to scramble on public roads carelessly. After all who would accept your money, most only the result of a wild race," Shana mocked as she stomped her feet and passed from before the shocked Shahdan gaping.

"Wait on! Beware, I will repay all your insults," he threatened after feeling ignored again by Shana.

Back to Shahdan. This proud figure who did not feel afraid of anything still stood with both feet flanking his motorbike. Before Shana really moved away from Shahdan stared at Shana's departure until her body could not be seen again.

"That little girl, dare to shout in front of me. Just look at your hatred for me will be inversely proportional to a feeling, just see what I can do to you later" he whispered in a threatening tone.

Shahdan immediately rekindled his Repsol and then drove to a place. Before he actually reached his destination, Shahdan stopped his Repsol near a roadside tent stall. Apparently Shahdan wanted to buy a cold drink there.

Shahdan bought a cold drink that was immediately drunk there with a standing position. Once the sip of the canned drink runs out, Shahdan squeezes the former can of the drink and then disposes of it directly to the trash cans that are already available there.

Just as he was about to return to his Repsol motorcycle, suddenly the figure of Mr. Syaidar appeared before him just out of the car that was just pulled over. In the car, it appears Syailendra Kakakanya also Bu Syarimi is still sitting in peace and has not seen Syahdan.

"Like this, proof of a child who does not want to obey my rules at home. Life is hanging in the streets, not necessarily the direction and uracakan. Refusing matchmaking with a good girl, now her life is like a bum not necessarily direction. If you can prove that you can be better without my rules, then show and prove to me that you can be better. At that moment, my house was open to you. But, if you can't prove that despite my rule your life is even more ruined, then I'm forever willing to lose a child like you."

Syahdan, Syailendra also Bu Syarimi was surprised to hear the loud voice of Mr. Syaidar who had just come out of his luxury car.

"Papa, so much so that Papa gave the expletive to your own son. I will prove, without accepting the rules of the authoritarian Papa and without receiving a match from the Papa that Papa thought was good, I will prove I can be better. And Papa will see later the evidence," reply Shahdan no less fierce. His rebellious soul always stirred up when he replied to all the words of his Father.

"Dad and quiet, son!" said Ms. Syarimi prevented Syahdan from fighting her Papa.

"Let it be Ma, to the point where he can fight me. And to the point where he can prove that he can do better without my rules. There will be no good woman who will accept it and change it for the better, because she has rejected Syaira the good woman we will marry. It won't!" mr. Syaidar said deep and as if he wanted to be satisfied to spill all his emotions on Shahdan.

Shahdan was silent, his heart ached and bitter this time. His Papa's swearing now deeply touched the deepest trough of his heart. Syahdan almost shed tears in front of Papa and Mama and Syailendra, his brother. But his maleness and rebellious spirit are greater than his crybaby, Shahdan is able to hold the tears until they do not drip.

Shahdan lifted his legs without saying goodbye and looked again at the three of them, his family who now consider him someone else, especially his father. Shahdan left by brandishing his Repsol with a loud voice and passed leaving a thick exhaust smoke.