Princess Endut
188. Race Day

The sound of the busyness of the national level intelligent race spectators sounded as time went on. The neatly lined spectator bench was increasingly filled with thousands of spectators coming from various regions.

Because the race is national level so there are many spectators and participants who come from various regions.

Weva swallowed his saliva. His body trembled in fear. This race was the first thing Weva did in her life and it was this that made her afraid.

Weva moved her head to look at Brilyan who was seen sitting beside her while flipping through the paper on her black notebook. Much different from what Weva felt, Brilyan even looked relaxed as if he would not face a race. Maybe Brilyan has been used to racing like this so he looks not worried.

Someone touching the shoulders of Weva and Brilyan simultaneously made the two people look up. He saw the figure of Mr. Ahmad who looked smiling.

"Look easy, yeah! Winning and losing are common."

"Father it's okay if you don't win and become champions. Following this meticulous intelligent race is enough to make you proud of you."

"Just do your best because the best is certainly a champion. But you guys just calm down! Once again win and lose you are already champions in your heart," explained Mr. Ahmad.

He patted the shoulders of the two again and then stepped away to the teachers of Cendrawasih International Scholl who apparently also came in droves to watch this race. This made Weva even more nervous. What if he loses? How many people will he disappoint?

God, it feels like the three-story building of the International Scholl Paradise is on his shoulders.

"Brelyan!" call someone to make Weva and Brilyan turn their heads.

Brilyan immediately got up from his chair after discovering who had shouted at him. Brilyan paled at the figure of his Papa standing in the distance along with his two personal bodyguards.

Brilyan walked over to Johan. He took off his glasses and looked at his son who looked down before him.

"What time does the show start?"

"It looks like 9 o'clock."

Johan looked down at the clock in his hand and nodded.

"Brelyan!" Johan pointed towards Brilyan's face which was still left bowed.

"You know what Papa wants?"

"Here, pa."

"good. Anyway Papa does not want to squirm you lose. Papa's friends already know that you're in this race so you have to win."

"Remember! No word of defeat for Papa! Understand you!" Point it out with a stiffened jaw.

He who was still pointing at Brilyan's face turned to look at Mr. Ahmad who was seen looking at him from a distance. Johan lowered his index finger then patted Brilyan on the shoulder and walked away.

Weva was speechless looking at Brilyan and the black-clothed man who looked very dignified. He did not understand why Brilyan looked so depressed when he faced the man who had pointed at Brilyan as if he was threatening him.

Weva looked down at the phone screen waiting for a reply to a message from Ken that never appeared. Since this morning he sent a message telling Ken to quickly come to see him follow this race.

Weva did not understand why Ken did not return his message and he did not even come when he had agreed to come.

"Yes!"

Weva looked back at the crowd of people who were stepping closer to him. His lips opened because he was so unexpected after seeing who had come. Both of Weva's eyes sparkled. He rose from the chair welcoming the arrival of Wiwi, Aunt Ina, Mr. Walio, Granny Ratum, Kak Wevo, Sasmita and even his Papi, Burhan also came.

Weva closed her mouth which was still unexpected. They all came for Weva. Moreover, Mommy and her super busy Papi finally took the time to come for her.

"Wevs! OMG! I'm not late, am I?" ask Wiwi who just arrived. Both of his eyes were glaring as if he was challenging someone to a fight.

"Yet, Wi."

"Oh, my goodness, my heart is almost gone." Wiwi stroking chest.

"uhuh? Beta again got it wrong? Beta was just a comb of Winyu," a martial Walio who touched her untied hair and was allowed to inflate like a giant bird's nest.

"It's just combing but it's a long time until two hours know not."

"Ah, Winyu did not know just how thick Dady's hair is so long, is not so Mama-in-law?"

"The devil is like an angel" answered Grandma Ratum.

Weva laughed a little. She approached Mommy and her Papa who greeted her with a hug.

"Weva did not expect Mommy to be the same Papi came, there was Kak Wevo too."

Burhan took off his embrace. He touched Weva's cheek which looked flushed holding back a cry.

"Yes, Papi came to support you. Papi wants to give the spirit directly to the children of Papi who will participate in the race. Childhood self-help in the race but the Papi's not there."

"Okay, the feeling was not like that, tuh," joked Kak Walio made Burhan pretend to be surprised while touching his chest.

"Have you done."

"Well, that's right, really. Isn't Mom?"

Sasmita turned to look at his son who seemed to blink one eye trying to invite Sasmita joking.

"Did, Weva saw, yes his eyes!" Appointing Weva made all laugh while Wevo seemed to let out a long sigh because his intention to prank his Papi and Weva failed.

"Yes!"

Weva looked at Ahmad who approached him.

"Mom, Pi! This is Ahmad, Wev-'s teacher"

Weva bit his lips after he realized that Mr. Ahmad did not know if he was Weva. Not long after the eyes of Weva rounded. What if Mommy and her Papi were to tell Ahmad if he was Weva instead of Chlorine. It's screwed! It's gonna be fucked up.

"Oh, this is the teacher Weva, yes," said Sasmita who immediately reached out with his hand to invite Ahmad to shake hands.

Weva's lips twitched. Lordy! Please remove Weva from this place!

"Weva?" Look Ahmad sir did not expect.

He moved his hand and shook Sasmita's hand with his face still confused.

"Yes, this is my son Weva."

Sasmita's handshake was detached and turned to embrace Weva's already-decorated shoulder. Mr. Ahmad stared incomprehensibly at what the woman before him had said.

"Good morning, sir," said Burhan who reached out.

"Who? Mr Burhan?" Look Ahmad sir did not expect.

Mr. Ahmad is very familiar with the man who owns this conglomerate company. The man who is also a successful businessman is the father of a fat girl who a year ago he had insulted in his room.

Both eyes of Mr. Ahmad glanced at Weva who had paled at the embrace of Sasmita. Both of his eyes were slowly glancing at Wiwi who immediately hid his face behind the curly hair of Mr. Walio while occasionally peeking in fear.

"So-s"

"Ladies and gentleman! Please attention! The event of the meticulous intelligent race of ten more minutes is about to begin!"