Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-32
After considerable effort, Bang Wi finally finished fixing the stove-replacing wick and new oil, then attacked the water.
Galang prepared the coffee cups after cleaning the kitchen— darkened the table and swept the floor, while Elijah had already chosen the room and now he was tidying it up.
Igun and Maha part of the task of buying food for their lunch.
Gigi and Bemo had clean-up duties in the corridor, the living room to the terrace, while the Rich-Martin, the living room, Ardian and Innu are busy taking care of the payment of their cargo truck and rental minibus in the grounds under Evan's incitement. The three handsome perlente guys are now scraping their private ducks to cover the lack of funds from the community coffers, after Evan first lured them in with the first hundred thousand.
Innu belongs to the Rich?
Oho! Don't think he's "no blood" just because he's fighting over food with other rancid assholes. Although still unyu, his daily allowance can be a wad. Fighting over food with each other was just a kind of pleasure he rarely got after he got home. His blue-blooded parents can turn pale blue, having a heart attack if they see his behavior outside.
"Dear in vain is the son of Satan!" Bang Wi clucked happily as he sat cross-legged leaning his back against one of the chairs in the dining-room - an assortment of aging mafia bosses.
Galang stood behind him, wagging his Shampoo Advertising Girl's Hair while massaging the man's shoulder with fingers flickering like Princess Solo weaving.
Well, actually Galang also belongs to the Rich in their community if only he was not too wasteful every time traveling. Lifestyle like a metropolitan woman who goes everywhere should always shopping and not forget selfies. Lovely girl!
So, he's a b a n c i in fact?
Actually no!
He only has narcissist syndrome. Narcissists tend to be feminine. More than that, his sissy style is just a mode to deceive and ensnare girls. Unfortunately the criteria of Galang's dream girl is a tomboy like Elijah.
Kuya is also her!
After lunch and coffee, the racers went home except for Evan.
Bang Wi led him to the garage to reveal an old abandoned motorcycle - the Yamaha RX King Cobra.
Evan could juggle such a junkyard vehicle into a racing motorcycle.
Hopefully Elijah can be used in the gasstrek event later, Bang Wi thought.
After checking it for a while, Evan finally agreed to modify the motorcycle. "Two back first," he said as he walked out of the warranty. "Go take a shower, change clothes, change bikes…"
"Change face, change mode" Bang Wi added while grunting.
At three in the afternoon, Evan returned with Igun— carrying a butut Jeep that contained a number of workshop equipment that Elijah did not understand.
"De," Bang Wi called Elijah from the front yard as Igun began to busy unloading equipment from behind Jeep Evan.
Elijah had just finished bathing and changed clothes when they came.
"Buy coffee in Madura Warung," Bang Wi ordered to Elijah while offering a piece of fifty thousand bills.
"Byeah, far!" elijah without laughing. "Which job is enough!" his protest.
"Enough, god!" bang Wi with a serious face. "The time now pan already very powerful, you stay out of the alley, turn left little, nyampe dah you in Madura!"
"Ho'oh—turn right on Padang!" Igun chimed in while chuckling behind the Jeep, lowering the toolbox from behind the seat.
"Eating in Padang, legs in Angke can also be!" Evan added while shaking his waist on the side of Bang Wi.
"Ish, stingy!" grunting Elijah while turning his body back to Bang Wi.
"Stingy dragons, honey!" Bang Wi. "Irit!"
Evan and Igun chuckled in response to the two.
"Uncle is the same as the clove!" evan comments while staring off Elijah's back.
Igun chuckled while carrying the tool box to the garage.
At the end of the alley in front of the road, Elijah turned to the right before turning to the left, and sure enough, not far from the alley there was a Padang restaurant. Elijah chuckled thinly and rushed to the Madura stall his uncle said.
As soon as he reached the terrace, a man smiled from inside the stall.
"The two Madurese" said the man, pointing a banner over Elijah's head.
Elijah chuckled in response.
The guy sneaked out and pointed towards the Padang restaurant on the right of the alley. "That's Irgi's stall," he told Elijah.
"Oh," Elijah followed his gaze and nodded. Which irgi is it? he thought trying to remember. "Truly deket yes, from Padang to Madura," he mumbled. "Jakarta.. oh, Jakarta!" Elijah added-pake Upin-Ipin accents.
The tall, sweet black guy in front of him chuckled while turning his attention back to Elijah. "What do you want to buy, you?" tanyanya. The guy who owns the Madura stall is none other than Bimo Satria aka Bemo.
"The cave was bought the same coffee Om Wi," Elijah said. "But he didn't say what coffee!"
Bemo chuckled again, "A guest?" ask again.
"There was Evan the same as Igun" Elijah replied.
"OK," Bemo said as he turned his back to Elijah and slipped back into the stall. "Gua knows their coffee," he pulls two different types of coffee whistles from the hangers on his head, "Igun the same Bang Wi coffee item, Bang Je coffee mix," he explains, "Igun the same Bang Wi coffee item, then wrap it in a small plastic bag.
"Why Bang Je?" Elijah flabbergasted.
"Bang Handsome," Bemo replied with a grin. "Evan Jeremiah!"
"Oh," murmured Elijah. So his full name is Evan Jeremiah, reworked in hearts—catet!
"And he said Ik-Je, Ik-Je?!" Bemo added.
"Oh, bushel!" Elijah chuckles.
"There again?" ask Bemo.
Elijah shook his head and offered Bemo the money his uncle had given him.
The man leaned over in front of the storefront, picked up three packs of cigarettes and put them all in the plastic bag.
Elijah frowned as Bemo held out the plastic bag to him.
"Money bring it," said Bemo.
"Well?" Elijah spontaneously glanced. "Cave pan buy, Moh! Not malak!"
Bemo just chuckled. "Udah, take it!"
"Girang-girangin aja cave," muttered Elijah-there is no brain.
Bemo chuckled once again.
"Thanks, yeah!" Elijah waved the plastic bag in his hand as it passed from the stall.
Arriving at Bang Wi's house, Elijah immediately prepared two cups of black coffee and a cup of mixed coffee without the hassle of asking again. The information from Bemo helped him a little.
The aluminum kettle on the oil stove began to sound shortly afterwards. It seems like Bang Wi did deliberately not fill it too much.
Which is the question Elijah now, how do I turn this damn stove?
He tried turning the knob under the stove, lowering the wick and waiting. But of course the stove was still burning even though the fire had shrunk. Suddenly he remembered the stove was made up of a number of wicks around it like candles on his birthday cake as a child.
Perhaps he should have also blown it away like that time and uttered some hope.
I don't know how many years have passed since the last time he committed such absolute ridiculousness.
And…
The stove was completely extinguished after he blew it.
"Horay!" He cheered happily with the happy expression of a little boy. "Happy birthday!" it's getting ridiculous.