Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-42

"Lea hasn't returned, Wi?" Evan asked half a screech.

"Belon," replied Bang Wi briefly and lightly, then turning his body back to Evan-back to the garage.

Evan froze with an anxious look.

Bang Wi glanced at him from inside the garage.

A moment later, Evan had already jumped on his motorcycle and drove the vehicle out of the yard.

Reaching the gate, Evan nearly collides with Elijah.

The girl glared at him with an unsightly look on her face. Then roared his motorcycle asking Evan to fill in.

That guy's motorcycle is blocking the way!

Evan stammered and sighed violently, then filled and twisted, then followed the girl back into the yard.

Their vehicles stopped almost simultaneously in front of the garage, then glanced at each other with different looks. The other one looked anxious, the other one looked ferocious.

"Where the hell is it, you?" Evan asked almost screaming in anxiety.

"It's usually dong, the name!" Elijah shouted back.

Bang Wi finally came out of the garage and watched the two with his eyebrows intertwined. But then just fell silent with a helpless expression. Somehow their quarrel was like a broken device. Annoying, but dumped too dear.

Think of old age butut radio!

"Lu make me worry half dead!" spray Evan, rebuke Elijah.

"Don't you worry? People buy rice!" beat Elijah with a shrill voice.

"Huh?" Evan flabbergasted. Buy rice? thought confused.

Bang Wi hissed holding back laughter.

Evan immediately glared at Bang Wi, "Satan very lu, Wi!" her spray, feeling played. "Lu said he didn't come home yet?!"

The man just chuckled in response. "Well, you don't come home from nowhere." He berkilah.

Elijah observed the two with his eyebrows interlocked.

"Say dong, kalo laper!" evan's grumble at Elijah. "Maen blurred."

Elijah glanced as he tightened his jaw, then jumped off his motorcycle and hurried to leave Evan.

Evan spontaneously scatters and follows him.

Bang Wi chuckled as he shook his head, then returned to the garage, while Evan and Elijah started yelling at each other all the way into the house like a couple in a fight.

"Dengerin' cave!" Evan raised his voice after they reached the kitchen. His pair of hands gripped both of Elijah's shoulders and shook the girl's body.

Elijah went silent.

"Why didn't you tell me you were laper?" ask Evan. "Fear, the cave can not buyin—Hah?"

Elijah did not answer.

"Java!" growled Evan— tightened his grip on Elijah's shoulder.

"So, he said with horror," Elijah argued as he bowed and turned his face in any direction, avoiding Evan's sharp gaze.

"Yes, now answer!" sergeant Evan is impatient. "Why did you go home?"

Elijah groaned while twirling his eyeballs. "Which cave should answer?" his eras are helpless. "Your question is a lot of bat!"

"Why are you home?" ask Evan—laen again. His voice softened, while his gaze had not yet shifted from the two eyes of Elijah who continued to blink away from the glare of his eyes.

"There are four things that most caves hate and most caves avoid in the world" Elijah said after a moment of silence, slow and firm. His face changed in an instant. He lifted his face and looked into Evan's eyes.

Their gazes met and locked.

Evan froze for a moment. The air in his lungs rippled out. It was the first time Evan saw Elijah as a woman-not a girl.

The girl stretched out the back of her hand in front of Evan's face, developing her four fingers. "First of all, the cave hates to be underestimated the most" he said, growing more slowly - like menacing people. Then folded his index finger and continued, "The second, lied."

"Third, considered a boy!" Elijah continued. His voice returned to normal and light. Now he folds his little finger. "The fourth.. you!"

Evan raised his eyebrows.

Elijah folded his ring finger, leaving the middle finger.

Evan tightened his jaw and gave a smile. Then grasped Elijah's fingers with both hands and pointed the middle finger of the girl towards her nasal cavity.

Elijah spontaneously shuddered and shook his hand from Evan's grasp.

Evan chuckled while turning his face away for a moment, then looked back at Elijah with a wide grin. You hate caves? Evan laughed in his heart. You think the cave believes?

Elijah snorted sebal—show back his real face—Smpe Boy Whose Face Is Scruffy!

Evan folded his hands in front of his chest, then leaned closer to Elijah's face, "Now the four things that the cave has," he whispered mimicking Elijah's judes style earlier. "Young Miss!" He added while grinning.

"Please, jan four more things!" erang Elijah's.

"Hulder!" repeat Evan firmly.

Elijah went silent.

"Don't worry, the cave won't design the front middle finger of your idung cake that you sold the same as me earlier. Look at this!" said Evan while raising his shoulders slightly to show his folded elbow. "My hands are sidekep!"

Elijah clenched his mouth and puffed both cheeks.

"The most hateful cave if the cave has not been around to talk left pegih," said Evan began seriously. "That's the first one" he said. "The two caves hate the impatient. Third, the cave doesn't like older women!"

Elijah blinked and looked at him.

"The fourth one.." Evan hung up his sentence and blinked without taking his eyes off Elijah.

Elijah frowned. "The fourth, what?" tanyanya is impatient.

"The club doesn't like you" continued Evan.

Elijah strangled stifled and nearly horned.

But Evan then added, "So the limelight" he said in a muttering voice.

Elijah stuttered with his eyes and mouth rounded.

The two eyes locked back.

Evan opened his mouth and froze, not saying anything. Then blinked and turned his face in any direction while sighing. "The cave apologizes about.. grasstrack," he said, looking back at Elijah.

Elijah blinked and gulped. But don't say anything. Trying to restrain himself from interrupting Evan's explanation.

"The cave does not lie really, about grasstrack," said Evan without burden. "Event Grass Track is held on Sunday. I also don't lie about your talent being tested in the competition. You are indeed the cave of the list in the competition. But not grasstrack!"

"Well-yeah, Classic Racing!" Elijah finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"The cave just hasn't said it yet, really!" tukas Evan reasoned.

Elijah immediately snorted while buying something.

"The competition is still two weeks away" Evan added, frowning in horror.

Elijah auto glaring.

Evan held up his index finger in front of Elijah's face, hinting that the girl was emotionally resistant. "Too the cave said from the beginning." Evan hung up his sentence again. His face suddenly turned grim. "Lu might not be here right now," he continued in a raucous whisper. Then he lowered his hand and fell silent.

Elijah froze looking at Evan. And vice versa.

The two stared at each other between sadness and amazement. Want to but be ashamed.

"You don't come along." Evan continued hesitantly. "Lu can't latian—Lu no motor, right?" it's a quick-quick-dissolving true meaning.

Elijah chuckled wry-feeling a little irritated.

Satan emang!