Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-30
Elijah huffled, his chest moving irregularly down.
The damn motorcycle he was riding was constantly yawning and shaking in the middle of the rutted. He had to step aside. But the Harley Curse was instead stuck in the mud before it reached the finish line.
He can get through this, Elijah convinced himself. He squinted his eyes, trying to pick up the off-road track in front of him. The finish line was already visible, only a few meters away from where it was. But that trajectory seemed endless. Elijah almost loses his mind when he realizes that he is not moving anywhere.
Engine's dead!
Meanwhile, the sound of the engine from another motorcycle continued roaring until he could not even hear himself thinking, and he can't hear Evan's instructions so he doesn't understand what to do. He couldn't even see the man.
A sandstorm gushed into Elijah's face as a rider in front of him made a stoppie.
Elijah could barely breathe as the sandstorm penetrated his nose and mouth until he choked. He tried to start the engine.
The pull star doesn't work!
Elijah tried to grab her. Engine's on. But the sound coming out of his exhaust!
Woof, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk! Train departing..🎶
Several racers who passed him cheered and jogged on his motorcycle.
Holy hooch! Elijah groaned in frustration.
He looked around through the puff of smoke, looking around for Evan among the other racers. But he instead sees Evan on the edge of the circuit with a girl. Elijah shouted, then he unconsciously jumped off his motorcycle. He could hear Evan laughing among the thick puff of smoke, but could not find anyone. Then suddenly someone's hand reached out to catch his waist.
Elijah awakens terrified and rises from his bed, spontaneously grabbing a weapon under his pillow. His still blurred eyes gnashed open, his chest feeling heavy as his panicked gaze swept around.
At that moment he realized that he was not in the middle of the circuit. No rutted, no goon riding, no ugly motor with dangdut music exhaust sound.
Woof, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk! Train departing..🎶
Why is that fucking music still there? Elijah gasp.
And…
A pair of sturdy hands were still coiled around his waist.
Elijah pulled himself up quickly, straightened his body and swerved.
A pair of brown eyes stared at him from above his head. A cheeky smile fell on the corner of the blood-red lips in front of his face.
Evans! Elijah realized. Apparently she fell asleep in Evan's arms. Now he remembered they were in a minibus.
Oh, my God, he thought.
That was the moment when one of his prayers was fulfilled.
"I want to hug her just once..."
Well, actually you could say Evan was the one who hugged him along the way.
More than expected, Young Miss?
Woof, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk!
"Hey!" The guys on the back bench cheered in unison and jiggled at his seat. The music beats the sound of the machine.
Elijah fixed his sitting position and leaned into the seat while sighing shortly.
Damn it, thought Elijah. This fucking music makes me have nightmares!
Once... I went.. 🎶.
Still, the Fucking Writer! erang Elijah's.
Unfortunately Igun even followed the singing, "From Jakarta... to Sukabumi!"
"To look.." Innu started singing.
"Let's be there!" Other jerk guys chimed in in unison-also by singing.
Riding..🎶.
"Harley's curse!" kick the bastards in the back.
Elijah closed his mouth, holding back laughter.
Evan spontaneously bought a slap.
Woof, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk!
"Aha-ah!" Those motherfuckers improvise.
"The fuck's leaving!" the Song of Martin Hernandez.
Evan smothered both ears while glancing.
Elijah chuckled beside him.
Juk, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk..🎶
Want to hope you're not, Fucking Writer? hardik Evan to the Author. Fucking fuckers!
Since when did this Fucking Writer start to like dangdut music? his gerutu did not think.
Juk, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk..🎶
What is it, BANGSAAAAAAAAAD!!! Evan started to ride.
It must not be because of the song!
"Lu want to die, don't you, damn train?" Evan yelled at the Driver.
The man Bang Wi's age just chuckled, greeted by the laughter of the bastards on the back bench.
"REPLACE POISON SNAILS!" evan protests.
The whole car cheered him.
"METAL VERSION!" evan Request.
Bang Wi chuckled while throwing a bottle of mineral water at Evan. The others followed suit. Elijah was wide-eyed beside him—satisfied to see Evan bullied.
"They're Jewish, nih!" swear Evan while crossing his arms in front of his face. "His food's stoning!"
"Well, you adulterer!" timpal Bang Wi's.
The whole car was blown away—Ardian Kusuma remained cool down.
The gel is broken!
After a four-hour drive, the minibus finally fills in the courtyard of a classic Betawi-style house. Like the houses in colonial times. The page is wide enough to fit two to three cars.
The cargo truck behind them slipped on the side of the minibus and stopped at the same time.
Evan comes out first, followed by Elijah and Gilang Wibisana, who automatically immediately scramble to reach the trunk.
"Lu, what the hell?" Evan snatched Galang's arm and removed the Beautiful Man from his path. "That part of you, tuh!" point it towards the cargo truck. "Lu parts nurunin motor, nurunin stuff parts cave!" evan's instructions.
"No way!" whinek Galang in a female style, then rush to the back of the minibus ahead of Evan.
"Body is big," Evan grumbled.
"Juk, gijak-gijuk, gyak-gijuk!" Galang even sang while rocking the duck.
Elijah smothered his mouth withholding laughter.
"Buseh.." erang Evan with a lazy look. "Dilliate p a n t a t b a n c i, kaga looked at p a n t a t," he murmured while tracing his waist, greeted with laughter other bastards who just got out of the car.
"Try you down the motor, while jumping, while rocking the duck!" challenge Igun on Galang.
The other guys are back laughing.
Galang snorted and glared at Igun, then opened the luggage door while shaking the duck again, "Juk, gijak-gijuk, gijak-gijuk!" kicked him with a female voice, then took out Evan's backpack from the trunk and slammed him to the ground in the style of a market thug.
"B a n c I curse!" gerutu Evan while leaning to pick up his backpack.
"Lu step aside, ward!" Igun slid towards Galang and pulled him away from the trunk when the Beautiful Man reached out to pull his carrier. "Can ambak coveted lenong cave furniture!"
Innu and Maha spontaneously rush into the trunk and scramble to take down Elijah's belongings.
Elijah growled in annoyance and slipped into their midst, then took out his own things while elbowing the boys. Do you need a cave also that mulain nurunin their damn motor let these demon children want to fight all the motorcycles, thought Elijah slack. He turned his head towards the cargo truck and found Evan already there with Bang Wi—Ardian Kusuma and Martin Hernandez closing in on them. These motherfuckers are useless, Elijah grumbled at heart.
"Lu go in first, gih!" bang Wi's instructions to Elijah, while reaching into his pants pocket and taking out the house key, then throwing it towards Elijah.
Elijah dropped his backpack, draped his guitar softcase and caught the key his uncle threw, then turned to the house with his eyes squinted. So this is Om Wi's house, he thought.
"Jan forgot to sprinkle the garem at the door so the devil's children won't come in!" bang Wi instructions once again.
The chaotic trio behind Elijah simultaneously turned to Bang Wi with a sullen face.
"What are we uler?" grouse Igun.
"We're crocodiles, Bang!" Innu.
Bang Wi just throbbed in response to them.
The three-faced Korean opa-opa chuckled together laughing at his own jokes.