Namoras
Bringing Yamaha R1 to Batu city

A few days have passed quickly. But still no one knows about Willi's death. Everything just evaporates. This signified, how clean the people from the Dragon Empire were doing the work. Namora herself, since that incident, has not been in school for three days. He has just returned from the city of Kemuning to learn all about the organization and the company.

Since next month the official tender will be open for companies and contractors who want to take part in the project sheltered by Martins Group, Namora cannot relax. He must really know which companies have credibility and can be invited to work together.

Project tenders are still not officially open, but many representatives from other companies have begun lobbying and looking for shortcuts to reach an agreement with Martins Group.

Namora was fed up with all the sycophants who were willing to kneel in front of her for the sake of a scratch on her pen agreement paper.

It is true that Martins Group will not be able to stand alone in handling such a large project. Martins Group is only a patron for other companies and benefits from the work they do. But, if not selective in choosing this company, they could have completed the work with the origin. If that happens, it will be Martins Group who will bear all the mistakes they make.

When it comes to profit and loss, it is common for every company. But when it comes to a good name, it feels like they prefer not to benefit than a good name should be smeared. Because, if the good name is broken, it will be difficult in the future to get another Mega project. This is what makes Namora really extra careful. Not to mention he is still not as long as corn in the business world like this.

At the same time, at school, since Namora had not been in for three days, there were many people looking for her. And more Merisda. Ever since that night, she felt so guilty.

The girl repeatedly asked Jericho where Namora was. But just like her. Jericho also does not know the whereabouts of Namora at this time. Jol has not returned from vacation with his family.

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That afternoon, because Namora kept thinking about her who had not been in school for a long time, she took the initiative to return to Batu city. He has missed a lot of subjects. If this continued to happen, then he would not have gone up to class.

Just when he expressed his intention to go home to Ameng, Ameng immediately brought himself to Tigor's garage.

When he got there, Namora widened her eyes when she saw two units of Yamaha R1 and Ducati Panigale black parked there. In addition, he also saw one unit of BMW sports car i8, there is also a Bentley Continental GT speed silver blackish. He knew this car was his that his nine uncles had gifted him some time ago. On the other hand, he also saw one unit of a Rolls-Royce phantom car. Ameng explained that the Rolls-Royce phantom car was a gift from Jerry William to his father.

Seeing the Yamaha R1 motorcycle in front of him, Namora immediately liked it. But Namora's base. No one can guess whether he likes it or not. Because his facial expression was very flat. He did not glance at the car and preferred to approach the motorcycle, then stroked it with affection.

"You like it?" Ask Ameng.

Namora did not answer. He just stood in front of the motorcycle expressionlessly. But Ameng knew that Namora really liked the motorcycle in front of him.

"This motorcycle belongs to your father. Back then, when we were young, your father besides being handsome, he was also gallant. I have been riding this motorcycle. And you should know, only your mother has ever sat in this fucking cuddle. We all dare not ride on this bike. He was so dashing and so handsome," Ameng subconsciously stared at the garage ceiling with teary eyes.

"Oh."

That's the word that came out of Namora's mouth.

"Your father told me. You can choose one of the vehicles in this garage. Besides that one!" Ameng pointed towards the Rolls-Royce phantom.

"Good! The right choice. If you choose that black iron horse, I'm afraid you'll become a cold-blooded killing machine. This bike was locked up here for 17 years. This is the identity of Black Cat. The killing aura on the motorcycle was extremely dense. You don't try to ride this bike!"

Namora knows what her father used to be. He didn't ask anymore. It's just that he feels a little stupid. His father was a very feared man. She became a victim of bullying. Very regrettable. Recalling this, Namora slightly shook her head. How gentle he has been to those who are hard on him.

"Yes. I'll just pick this one!" After saying, Namora immediately preceded Ameng to get out of the garage.

After Ameng also came out of the garage, he immediately ordered his subordinates to try the motorcycle. Because it has not been used for a long time, the possibility of this motorcycle has been damaged.

Two hours later, the subordinate of Ameng was done with his work. And now, the blue Yamaha R1 has been upright with valiant and ready to be ridden.

"Uncle. Namora will be home first. Not good for too long here. Namora should go to school, too,"

"You sure you don't want to be driven by a car, or accompanied by some people?" Asked Ameng in a worried tone. He doesn't want Namora to do anything. What should he say to Tigor if Namora is wretched.

Namora's stiffness finally melted and she smiled at Ameng's question. But that smile was ugly. Even himself realized that his facial skin stiffened when he was about to smile.

"Not needed. Namora knows how to take care of herself" the answer was brief.

Ameng finally gave up. He allows Namora to go home alone to the town of Batu. He thought that Namora needed a little freedom after her mind was shut up to take care of the work that Tigor was supposed to be responsible for.

At this time, Ameng again felt flashback to 20 years ago when he saw Namora was sitting on his motorcycle.

He saw the figure of Tigor was there. It's like a real duplicate of Tigor. What's more he saw Namora's exact same movements as Tigor's.

"Uncle. Namora move first!"

After Ameng nodded his head, the long-time ascetic motorcycle finally roared and shot at high speed splitting the city highway Kemuning towards Batu city.

There is no limit to how happy Namora's heart is on that legendary motorcycle. Unknowingly, he accelerated several times and continued to pull the gas until the motorcycle shot out like an arrow coming off his bow.

With that motorcycle, no student in Tunas Bangsa State High School can surpass him. It was a Yamaha R1 with a price of almost 1 billion. When compared to the J7 children's motorcycle, the comparison is one in ten.

Seriate...