Princess Endut
130. Vespa Motor

11:00, noon

Ken stopped his bike again as he continued his streets which he was filled with loads. Not a burden of life, but this time the burden on his stomach felt full of satiety after eating the ration Weva. What else if, he did not do that then Weva's weight will increase and make the struggle for seven days was missed in vain.

"Ken! Where are we going now?"

"The important part is not related to the name of food!" ken's reply made Weva click her lips in annoyance.

Actually Weva had just returned to thinking and intended to invite Ken to the soto stall, but not nothing Ken had said this warning thing again.

It also feels free to stop by Mas Tono's meatball stall, anyway the edges of which Weva can only soup and a few strands of yellow noodles. Who's full now? Ken or Weva? It was definitely that man who was full.

Weva didn't even think Ken could eat that much. This is a sadness for Weva who is unable to feel the pleasure of a circle of meatballs made by Mas Tono that he has long missed.

"Ken!"

There was no answer from Ken even though he could actually hear the sound of Weva still heard despite colliding with the sound of vehicles passing.

"We just went for a walk around Jakarta, huh? The feeling from earlier did not stop."

"What do you want? It's his name's walk."

"Yes, it's a walk, but if it's just a tour of Jakarta Weva is bored."

Ken breathed a heavy sigh.

"What do you want then?"

"Em" answered Weva.

"Did?"

"As for Ken!!!" shout Weva.

The motor is now speeding with fast power to produce smoke that soars black along with the sound of Vespa motor moans. Weva hugged Ken tightly through a circle of hands on Ken's waist that felt warm.   

Weva closed her two powerless eyes against the violent gust of wind that hit her face. Today he foolishly took off his round glasses and preferred to keep them in a bag.

Weva tries to open her eyes trying to see the road that Ken is crossing, but unfortunately all Weva sees is a wind fight that blocks her sight. Maybe if Aunt Laila knew Ken was carrying the bike at this speed maybe Laila was already shaken.

Weva doesn't understand. Maybe this guy intends to work on Weva by advancing his bike or Ken really likes to do this.

"Ken!!!" shout Weva.

Ken didn't hear Weva screaming back there. Making the furious Weva immediately let go of his circle of hands and patted Ken's back roughly.

"What?!!" shout Ken.

The motor is now pulled over along with Ken who slows down the speed of the motor. Ken lifted the glass helmet and turned to look at Weva.

"Lo why, anyway? Never been on them? Can you sit down and sit down? Don't be noisy!"

"Ken, what's the matter? Even weva again."

"On purpose, well the races keep us falling off the bike keep dying, do you want?"

"The Weva is not going to die. If Ken wants to die, it has been down Weva here just keep Ken started, deh racingnya. Don't take Weva!" continued.

Ken looked at the wonder. It's not what he had in mind. Who wants to die.

"Yes, right?"

"No. I have no intention of that. Your brain is always negative."

"Keep what?"

"Nothing. I haven't seen my bike for a long time."

"Well, but don't speed on the road either, dong! There will be Weva. Ken wants Weva dead, huh,?"

Ken was still speechless looking at Weva with a astonished face.

"The cow does not want to die. If Weva let Weva can no longer wriggle Brilyan."

The astonished face suddenly turned into a face that did not like again Weva called the name of the man.

"Oh that's what you mean. That's what brought this bike!"

Weva suddenly fell silent with what Ken had just said. Just being scared, what else if Weva himself won it. Weva honestly didn't know to do it.

"Why lo?"

The originally silent Weva suddenly smiled with her stupid face.

Ken hissed annoyed after hearing that and Ken's smile appeared as Ken stared at Weva with a gaze filled with plans.

"Gue has an idea for you" whispered Ken as well as his mischievous gaze.

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"Focus, Wev!" pinta Ken who is now behind the bike while pushing the bike that Weva is now riding.

Not an easy way to seduce Weva into learning to ride a motorcycle. Ken even promised to buy Weva ice cream if you want to learn.

Weva gulped down his saliva that felt dry in the esophagus after screaming in fear. I don't know how many names Weva called when she was scared. From the name of Mommy to her great-grandmother, all of them Weva said one by one.

"But Wev!!!"

The downed Weva glanced at the left right with her anxious tidal face.

"Which one?" ask Weva to panic.

"Lo's time to forget? I told you that."

"Kan Weva forgot."

"It's in your hands."

"Which one?"

"Heh, it's in my nose!" He nodded while pointing towards his nose.

"Whose nose?" weva asked, looking at Ken who was sweating.

"Heh, fat! It's in your hands!"

Upset Ken without ever taking off the back of the bike that was controlled by Weva with his feet paddling like a child who first wanted to learn to pedal a bicycle.

"Let's ahead!"

Weva quickly turned her head and looked back at the street. From here, there were many people staring at him.

"Gas!"

"Which one?!!!" weva cried half crying.

"That's in your hands! You know the name of the limb, don't you? Lo's hands!"

Weva moved her eyeballs looking at her hands holding the handlebar of the motor.

"This one?" tanya Weva tapped hard on the left handlebar.

"Right one!"

Weva again glanced with his face and then knocked back the handlebar of the right motor.

"This one?"

"Yes, a pinch of gas, but slow down!"

Weva nodded and immediately moved his hand making the speed of the motor increase. The bike went so fast that it left Ken wide behind with both lips open.

"Yes!!!" shout Ken.

Bruack!!!

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Weva and Ken are now silent staring at Ken's favorite blue Vespa motorbike which has been dented at the front and is now being repaired by an old man in a nearby workshop not far from where Weva.

There is no injury that Weva got after the incident just that Motor Vespa Ken who is now suffering.

Weva glanced at Ken who was staring sadly at his bike. What else to do, Weva accidentally did it.

It's a misfortune. 

Weva who rubbed her sweaty fingers again glanced at Ken who was still silent.

"Ken," called Weva in a whispering voice.

"Silence lo!" pinta Ken without looking looked at Weva who looked down again.

"Sorry, Ken," he whispered again.