MUSE
S7 ~ WILD RACE

THE MUSE S7

EPISODE 15

S7 \~ WILD RACES

They include rowdy children who are usually just whiny. Make anyone smile with their silly behavior. Though deep in the hearts of the children they do hold great hope for Firza's victory.

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Today is a thrilling day for Firza, because acquaintances of his father who worked in the motor racing industry will see his performance. The man was going around looking for young seeds that could be formed for professional racers. Train and make them champions. Today is an opportunity for Firza to prove himself.

Firza was getting ready when Levin and Leoni came to their workshop. His father was also busy checking the preparation of Firza's racing motorbike. The green motor is older when compared to the property of others. Fortunately, the modifications and also the engine have been changed in such a way that has the same performance.

“Why? Why are you so misbehaving, even dressing up just because Leoni came here?” Levin doesn't believe in his best friend's behavior. He even cleaned himself up to look handsome in front of Leoni.

“Why? Yes of course so as not to look ugly in front of girls,” replied Farel.

“Only that?” Levin. At first he was surprised because Farel even visited Leoni when his feet hurt and did not go to school.

“Hmm, should there be another reason?”

Farel glanced towards Leoni, his face flushed red.

“You like it?” ask Levin.

“Eh ..?!” Farel's views went back to Levin.

“I asked if you like it?” Levin urged Farel.

“Entah.” Farel was confused to answer Levin's question.

Leoni had suddenly caught up with them, sitting near Farel's father.

“Uncle, have your feet healed? Why do you work?” Leoni saw the middle-aged man busy with his motorbike and workshop equipment. His feet are still wrapped in casts.

“My sick leg, son. Not hands. Anyway I just sit and don't stand.”

“Ah, so.” Leoni nodded.

“Why are you coming here? This is not a children's playground! I told Farel to stop taking his other friends. But the boy remained reckless.”

“It is forbidden that they will still be here Dad, Levin, chico, and Bryan are very fond of motor.” Farel grunted disdainfully.

“That's because you poisoned them.” accuse him again.

The atmosphere is getting louder and louder. The flaming siren roared in signs the match was about to begin. Firza prayed for a moment before dribbling his bike into the middle of the field. Right behind gatis start. All the family members followed, including Levin, Leoni, and Bryan. His father limped with the help of crutches, wanting to also watch the match of his eldest son.

Motor gas roaring deafening. Leoni covered her ears but her eyes sparkled enthusiastically. Never seen a wild race before. He never even imagined he would see something like this in his life.

Her mother only wanted Leoni to be a beautiful and graceful child. Never look at a motor racing game, just look at the ball never before. Since childhood, Kanna had Leoni watch dances, cooking, dolls, and all things related to women. Not football, not wild racing.

They lined the wooden guardrails between the spectators and the race tracks. Gave cheers of support to Firza. A man in an expensive suit approaches Firza's father, joining them. He carried black binoculars, looking at various corners of the vast field of former solid rock mines for cement mixtures.

“Wah, the track is quite challenging,” he said.

“Our old place has been smelled by the police. Now they close it,” replied Father Farel.

“Which son are you?” tanyakanya.

“Those wearing green clothes with motor 250 cc.” Designate it.

“I'll pay attention to it.”

“I hope you can make him a professional racer. That's ideals. I beg you, my friend, for our friendship.” Farel's Dad's.

“I can't promise anything, man. It all depends on the performance, you also know I only get paid, it all depends on the sponsor.”

Levin and Farel steal, listen, it turns out his father's best friend is a talent judge from a fairly large motorcycle club. They want to find new talent, it seems like children who are educated by extream have better guts and skills.

After that short talk, all eyes again looked at the existence of their respective mainstay riders. The flag was in the hands of a sexy woman. He stepped into the middle of the starting line. Pointing towards the four iron horsemen.

“READY!”

Brums .... Brums .... Brums ....

“So .. prepare your ride and .... GO!!!” he swung the flag. The wild race begins.

Bruummm ....

The roar of the engine sounds. The four riders rotate the gas as deeply as possible. He moved far ahead at full speed. The initial speed is the determinant of everything. There was no way they were wasting that early opportunity. So did Firza, he performed perfectly with his father's tail motor.

“Come!! Brother Firza!” Farel shouted out loud.

“WUHUU!!” Levin turned his jacket over his head. Leoni exclaimed in favor of Firza, as did Bryan.

They include rowdy children who are usually just whiny. Make anyone smile with their silly behavior. Though deep in the hearts of the children they do hold great hope for Firza's victory. Who knows, Firza will make his family have a better future. Which is not lacking as it is today.

The four riders swerve at the arranged track. Each bend is marked with a used tire stacked several pieces. They had to go through 20 laps round a field area of almost two hectares.

Rider in white lead racing shirt. He moved actively to avoid the pile of sand that could have made him slip. With his experience as a rider earlier than Firza, that person is a tough opponent.

Firza keeps driving the bike, along with avoiding the sand. With no less agile Firza through each corner winding. He began to succeed in overtaking his toughest opponent. It was about five meters behind. Firza began to think about the gap when to overtake. Wrong-wrong it will be uprooted sand and tires slippage. Motor with extra speed will be very scary when slipping.

“AYO, BROTHER!!” shouted Farel.

“YEEE ... COME!!” shout Leoni.

Levin remained silent, observing the course of the match. He muttered softly, waiting for the right moment for Firza to overtake her opponent.

“Not .... not yet .. not yet ..., now!!” exclaim Levin.

Sure enough, Firza slipped her opponent right at the corner given by Levin. All his friends cheered with excitement. So do the Firza supporters.

The man in black glanced at Levin, he was astonished that Levin could read the opponent's movements and also the location of the corner to overtake his opponent. The man nodded with Levin's abilities. What other teenager has this ability?

The game is finally over. Firza won the match this time. Eggplant! With a new record, breaking his old record. After announcing Firza's victory, all the spectators began to disperse. There are still some who are still busy chatting while eating. Spend the night. There are also those who are completing the motor modification.

The man in the suit was still chatting on the edge of the guardrail. Observing the three teenage boys complaining of speed. Levin, Farel, and Bryan. They interrupted the Track, soaring violently in the dark expanse of sand.

“How so? Are you interested in my son?” ask Farel's father.

“How old is he?”

“17 year.”

“She's too old, man. No one will train him. On average look for teenagers aged 13-15 years. Sorry, I don't think I can get your son off.” The man scratched his forehead while not itching.

Farel's father looked pretty smitten, his shoulders limp. It was strange to experience rejection like this, even though he knew that his son was trying so hard to become a champion.

“A—what else can you consider? Time only because of age? After all who's Dad who's gonna let a 13-year-old race?” Farel's father raised his voice.

“Then it?” The man pointed to a flock of teenage boys who had just finished their match. Farel became the first champion, followed by Levin and Bryan.

“Farel? He ... I've never trained him before. It was just their prank game.”

“Try you prepare him for the next opportunity demo. In two months I'll be here. Hopefully the development is quite satisfactory.”

“Ba—good.”

“Don't forget my friend, we are in an industry with fierce competition. Don't be disappointed, OK!” The man patted his best friend's back.

Farel's father looked at his son, then saw himself. Would he sacrifice his second child too? Isn't it enough that Firza lost her future because of this. Farel did not have to experience it. The child can go to school and become an employee or even a vehicle designer because Farel is a hobby of drawing.

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