MUSE
S7 ~ TALENTS

THE MUSE S7

EPISODE 22

S7 \~ TALENTS

Arvin clasped Kalila's hand, trying to digest the man's words. Levin's son has talent as a racer. Now the choice is in the hands of Arvin and Kalila, whether they agree to develop Levin's talent or choose to bury him.

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The day before the race.

Meatball stalls on the edge of the school, when the clock comes home from school is always crowded. Satisfied by teenage children who want to fill the stomach before further eskul. The tail of Jesca's eyes catches Levin in a piggy bank with Leoni across the sidewalk.

“Sucks once. Levin is now closer to the Lion. Make it sebal.” Jesca shook her back at the back of the plastic chair.

“Bryan is still common to me, yes Beb.” Anya said while putting a meatball in her mouth.

“Eat first just talk. Ntar sprain meatballs kapok.” Chirping Bryan.

“Hey, actually why are they so close? Why does Farel rarely go to school?”

“Farel wants to race wild tonight, hoping to become a professional racer. So he's training constantly. Until school truant.” Bryan sipped a delicious meatball sauce but a little mostly soy sauce, Anya.

“Tonight? Levin and Leoni also came?” Jesca.

“It is, they are close, I have also come kok.” Bryan was still chewing meatballs, occasionally he sucked ice syrup, pungent because of Anya's actions as well.

“Do not nosy what the hell?!” Bryan glanced at Anya, his sweat started mostly, a lump of corn.

“Hahaha, you guys have a good conversation, I'm jealous.” Anya poked her lips.

“Neither too!! Five tablespoons of sauce entered into the bowl of meatballs!” Bryan.

Jesca only smiled faintly at the quarrel of his best friend, he thought of Bryan's words. The information he got this time was really accurate? Jesca can't just believe it. He has to see for himself.

And sure enough, at nightfall, Jesca headed to the place infoculated by Bryan. A former sand mine cement factory. Jesca's eyes rounded to see Levin and Leoni shaking towards the place.

“Pak Tejo, try calling the police!! Looks like this is a wild race area, sir.” Jesca spoke to the driver.

“Good, Neng.”

Jesca bit her lip smudged. How could Levin who comes from a wealthy family participate in a wild race? And Leoni? Why is that girl following along? Or is it Leoni who had a bad influence on Levin? Jesca felt compelled to separate them, telling his driver to call the local police.

“Cepet, Sir! The match is almost in the beginning!” Jesca.

“Iya, Neng, this is connected kok.”

Before long the police came, raiding the area. Soon Levin and Leoni are hit by a car and must be rushed to the hospital.

...— MUSE S7 —...

Arvin and Kalila ran along the hospital corridor. Still in bed pajamas wrapped in a skimpy jacket. They even just put the car keys and wallet on the table. There was nothing else they brought. Too panicked and worried about the youngest child. Just now the police called Arvin, reporting that his son had an accident after a wild race.

“LEVIN!! Patient on behalf of Levin!!” Arvin banged on the reception desk.

“Teens, who came with the police.” Kalila added.

“Oh, the boy is fine. He's just in shock. His wounded friend. Father Mother calm ya!” The receptionist's guard sister recalled, who doesn't remember a boy as handsome as Levin. What else is the police officer who took him to the hospital, so it is clear.

“He's waiting for his friend. Room no 5 at ER.”indicate the guard sister.

Kalila's trembling hands began to gradually calm down. Arvin's face was no longer tense. They were about to enter the ER room when suddenly a man greeted Arvin.

“You're the father of the boy?” tanyanya politely.

“True, you who?” Arvin furrowed his brows, feeling unfamiliar.

“Include, my name is Sandro. Motor club representatives in the country. Talent finder. Coincidentally I was present and saw your son's match.” Sandro, the man in black, handed Arvin a business card.

“Club motor? What does this have to do with my son?” Arvin read the business card.

“You don't know? Your son is one of the riders who raced tonight.”

“He's not just watching?” Arvin looked at each other with Kalila. He thought his son only watched wild race matches, not to become a jockey of the iron horse.

“Your son has talent. Natural talent as a racer. His instincts are strong and his reflexes are amazing. When trained well, he can become a professional racer.”

“He's just a 12 year old boy!” Arvin is a little nyolot, where there are parents who let their teenage children go around the racecourt at such a young age.

“We do choose teenage children with vulnerable age 13-15 years. Train them as early as possible. You know Lorenzo? He made his 125cc debut at the age of 15, Pedrosa won 125cc at the age of 18. Rossi won the 125cc championship at the age of 18, and the GP bike at 22. The younger a person, the longer the chance to win the champion.”

Arvin was silent for a moment.

“Please just think about my words. Consider carefully. If you agree, you can contact this number.” Sandro chose to give Arvin time to think.

“Good.”

“Nightnight, Mr. Arvin. I'm waiting for your good news. Talent of your child is too dear when wasted.”

“Goodnight.”

Arvin clasped Kalila's hand, trying to digest the man's words. Levin's son has talent as a racer. Now the choice is in the hands of Arvin and Kalila, whether they agree to develop Levin's talent or choose to bury him.

From behind the pillar, a boy eavesdropped on their conversation. It doesn't sound like anything, not even a kiss. But the boy knew that the man in the black suit was a friend of his father. He gave his card to Arvin. Instead of seeing his father, the man prefers to see Levin's father.

“Damn it!!” then he ran away.

And arriving at the same time, Leon and Kanna come. Running into the ER room with a super panicked face. Raging on Levin who harmed their son Leoni. After a hot and tearful atmosphere. Arvin approached his son. Ask about the race tonight.

"Today's game?"

"Nobody won, we broke up because of a police raid." Levin slammed his back on the back of an iron bench.

Arvin was silent for a moment, then stroked Levin's head and kissed him. Does your child really love the world of motor racing? Will his talent be lost if Arvin discards him? But isn't that unfair? Levin has a bright future with his talent. The job of parents is to guide and guide them to succeed. Not to impose their will.

After weighing a moment in his mind, Arvin finally decided to develop Levin's talent as a motorcycle racer.

"Focus the school first until graduating Junior High, Vin. After that daddy will send you to Spain to learn to be a professional."

"really?" Levin's eyes were perfectly rounded. Arvin nodded, a faint smile adorning his handsome face.

...—MUSE S7–...

...Oh, pity Farel. Huhuhuhu .. I hope they don't fight because of this....

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