Mystery of Old Compass
Chapter 4. poor bimo

about a week after our attack.

everything feels good .

our gangs are becoming more and more diligent"

and almost never come home.

the goal of our gang is simple .

make fun asik asikan temen" sharing various things in our lives ,

and combine our hobby about motors.

touring or modif motor together has become mandatory for us .

the gang symbolizes compass and chain is certainly inspired by the old compass that my grandfather gave me, and the chain that means unity.

this gang is like my own family .

moreover, some friends who have become my closest friends since sitting on the bench Smp. including the majestic and bimo.

they are like brothers to me,

their families have also known me as their own child . because I often stay at their homes . and vice versa .

our members can say a lot .

in total, it can reach 70-80 active members who are sometimes busy with their respective activities" so they cannot always gather.but if there is a meeting or touring event they are certainly present .

various circles are in the body of our gang . ranging from children who are expelled from their families or children who want organizational unity.

everything is here .

usually there are children who do not agree with the coercion of their parents and run away .

for example, forced to marry .

or forced to attend college or forced into military organizations .

it may have been against their will .so they decided not to be home anymore .

our backgrounds are all flat" from

family that can be said to be established .

because it looks from the type of motorbike that is our mount is a large cc motorbike or commonly called a moge which is certainly not cheap.

this certainly makes public opinion that is sometimes bad for us.

the noise caused by our motorbike is considered disturbing or is carrying out the race . whereas it is all just a form of regular touring .

one night we were present at a wild racing event that my best friend, bimo .

it is very crowded .

probably because the participants were from two big motorcycle gangs in the city .

half of our members stand guard at the starting line, and the other half stand guard at the finish line, in case there is any intention to commit cheating from the opposing side .

the rules are simple .

there are actually no rules in wild races but since this is a big bet and we are the same" from big gangs then we agree that there is no form

violence from both sides .

the stakes are 50 million .

the implementation at that time was around 1 midnight .the length of the track about 4-5 hundred meters stuck.

our friend the bimo has been in the line while bergebernya flagship motorbike.

the opponent is ready at the starting line.

motorists who were passing by have been temporarily stopped.

3...2...... It!!!!

they drove his bike like a horse that drove at high speed on that empty highway .

they were the same" speeding and faint" a shout sounded from the finish .

Bimo win!!!

we all immediately cheered happily celebrating the victory of our friend .

I also read it .

your opponent's bike is broken yes ..

your bike can't win ..

hehe bimo also smiled and said ,lu there" aja gun. thanks ya nemenin cave continues you guys are indeed the best cave friends . for temen" others also already support thank you very much.

arriving" in the atmosphere of victory was heard police sirens that echoed at midnight.

I was shocked not a bitch when my new sleep about 2 hours to wake up ..

there was a motor noise" and aunty's screams to me .

Den thunder !!

Den !!!

there's a bunch of young men up ahead looking for den...

there is also a great among them..

instantly I jumped out of my bed and ran towards the front gate .

first I looked at their faces all pale as white cloths .

about 20-30 people at 04 am in my yard.

the great also slowly approached me

he embraced me and he cried bitterly ..

I asked him .

you why gung . quickly say !

my yelling.

gi.ni. gun. (with bricks).

B.i.i..mmm....

why the bimo?

I'm starting to worry, though,

Answer me gung!!!

bimo why!!

yells annoyed ,

b.i..mo .. accident...

after running from the police.

he was no longer helped .

he is now in the hospice.

instantly my body felt cold and soulless again .

I was stabbed with a knife in my chest .

a figure of my best friend ..

bimo,,,, uh,,,,

BANGS*T !!!!!!

why does this all have to happen !!!!!

why not just me !!!

his friend approached and hugged the thunder.

that very moment

their majestic thunder roared straight towards the hospital where bimo's corpse was located.

the next day the entire gang members were without exception present at the bimo residence.

by wearing our pride uniform in honor of bimo.

when I arrived at his residence .

his mother bimo spontaneously immediately hugged me and said . want thunder why until bimo can be like this?.with an irresistible cry .

I apologized to Bimo's mother,

sorry mom, I was wrong, I should have banned him from racing.

agung approached the thunder and said .

it's not your fault gun. It's my fault and it's all of us .

instantly everyone there shed tears of bimo's departure.

honestly we lost you bim, really,

said the boy" gang while looking at the stiff-topped bimo in the same uniform they all wore.