Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-64

Elijah's bedroom door finally crackled open.

Bang Wi and Evan turned to the door.

The girl's face popped down avoiding Evan's gaze.

"Lea—" Bang Wi stuttered and flabbergasted staring at the backpack that was draped over Elijah's shoulder. "Where are you going?"

Elijah did not answer, instead, he held out the key to his uncle's motorcycle, which had accompanied him back and forth to the circuit for two years. Mute witness and comrade Elijah pursues the love of a racer.

Evan was silent with a sad face. He wants to go, he thought bitterly.

How sadistic your misunderstanding, Malih!

Bang Wi stared at his motorcycle keys without interest. Then he looked at Elijah with an anxious look on his face. "Where are you going?" repeat it again.

"Home home" Elijah replied briefly without daring to raise his face.

Going home? evan was surprised. What does it mean to go home?

Will he return to this house?

"Yes, you've come home with a motorbike!" bang Wi said while shaking his waist. Unwilling to receive Elijah's key.

Elijah looked at the key with a grim look. "Two naek bis, Om!" said raucous. Then crammed the key into his uncle's shirt pocket, then stepped quickly past him and walked down the corridor.

"Gee!" Evan flinched and chanted towards Elijah while holding out his hand, trying to reach the girl's shoulder, but Bang Wi immediately held her back.

"Lu again emotion, she's emotion!" Bang Wi reprimanded him in a low whisper. Then followed the girl with wide steps, while Evan froze with a battered look on his face.

Has it all ended?

Is it just this way?

Nah! his inner. It's just getting started!

"Lea—" Evan stuttered helplessly realizing Elijah did not touch him in the least.

"Turn back, right?" ask Bang Wi after they get to the terrace.

Elijah turned his head towards his uncle and smiled grimly, "The cave doesn't know yet, Om!"

"Keep your lecture pegimana?" his uncle asked again, slightly raising his voice out of worry.

Elijah was silent for a moment before being able to answer, "It looks like the cave wants to go, Om!"

"Why? You don't have a reason to live in the same cave?" Bang Wi asked half-devastatedly.

Elijah shook his head.

"Keep rambles?" his uncle asked again. Next to his eyebrows raised high.

Elijah sighed heavily. But did not answer his uncle's question.

"Don't you wanna see the Shucks?" Bang Wi swung his thumb over his shoulder, pointing towards Evan. "Quiet down! Ntar cave babug if he's here!"

Elijah remained unmoved.

"Lea! Jakarta Circuit kaga kuman atu. If you don't want to see Si Sengke's komuk, you can latian on the circuit laen. Ntar gua know the same coach laen who kaga sengke keke dieh!"

"No, Om!" elijah pessimist. "He really is, really! Cave doesn't talent to be a racer."

"Lunatic you're horrified!" sergeant Bang Wi. "That's called shock therapy! He's talking about the cake just for your mental praise, really." It means patience, he said in his heart.

Evan sighed at Bang Wi's defense. Feeling a little relieved, though not sure it will be useful. He turned his body and walked slowly towards the kitchen. Then sit in front of the dining table while massaging the base of his nose, trying to calm down. Prepare for the worst.

Elijah seems to have closed himself off.

No matter what Bang Wi said, Elijah insisted on avoiding Evan.

"Self-swimming cave!" elijah's determination to his uncle. Then turn around and finally really leave.

Bang Wi floundered in helplessness, while Evan slumped into despair.

It really is over! thought Evan was helpless.

"Gua was worried that after he graduated from school his taste wasn't you anymore!"

Devian's words flashed through his mind.

Finally, his two years of waiting led to disappointment.

The rain fell as if it had spilled from the sky suddenly. The water in the sewers overflowed into the streets.

Elijah stood frozen under the roof of the bus stop waiting for the bus heading towards the Kalideres terminal.

Several people crowded around his left-right, standing quietly while their faces looked in the same direction.

After a few minutes, a bus appeared and stopped abruptly in front of them. The men immediately got on the bus.

Elijah also rushed forward regardless of the rain falling on his face.

He got off the sidewalk, but somehow - he didn't know why it could happen, maybe he slipped or maybe someone pushed him from behind, he said, suddenly he fell on the feet of those who were fighting to climb.

For a long time, he could do nothing. He was afraid, anxious, and ashamed without help. He tried to get up by pressing his fingers against the cold, wet surface of the asphalt.

Then suddenly an outstretched hand raised its elbow and sighed its body standing up.

"You're okay, right?" ask the voice, which automatically makes Elijah look up and blink.

A man of Evan's age, with an almost identical-looking-a typical European white-skin with an arabian facial line, a honey-brown haired, shoulder-length wave curls, a, wearing a thick white high-collared long-sleeved sweatshirt layered long coat light brown velvet that looks harmonious with the color of his eyes— stared at Elijah with an anxious look on his face.

"Gu-gua.. gapapa cave!" elijah answered. But when he just finished saying it, the heel of his foot ached and he squealed in pain. He stood with one leg, while his hand was still supported on the arm of the stranger like Evan earlier.

The bus was already preparing to depart and some people who were not at the venue groaned disappointed and went back under the roof of the stop, waiting for the next bus. They watched Elijah and his helpers.

"It's a taxi, I'll help you ride." The Evan-like man waved his hand at the taxi coming towards them.

Elijah stuttered, trying to resist.

But the man had already opened the door and with half a lift he pushed Elijah up. "Where's the address?"

"Ah—" Elijah stuttered again, then fixed his sagging backpack strap on his shoulder. "Initially.cave. Cave house in Rangkasbitung!"

The man was flabbergasted with his knitted-style brows exactly like Evan.

The cave really! thought Elijah frustrated.

Elijah had guessed that he would not easily forget Evan, but he did not think the man would haunt him either.

"You... sure you want to go home in this condition?" The man asked while pointing at Elijah's feet with his gaze.

Suddenly Elijah felt unsure he wanted to go home, it seemed he would not be able to avoid the racing kanlpot. He could not escape the shadow of Evan—ia could not escape from the sadness.

"Okay, gini!" proposed the gondrong guy who still looks like Evan—fucking! "You go to my house first. Later I anterin to the terminal if his feet already mengingan." Without waiting for Elijah's approval, the man ducked down to the windshield and told the driver his home address.

For a moment Elijah didn't know what to say. How he should respond to it. But then he just said, "Sori," he said helplessly. "Gua is so nerepotin!"

"No need to hesitate," the man smiled at Elijah, then sneaked into the taxi and sat down beside him.

All right, Elijah said in his heart. This man was different from Evan!

He was gentle and friendly, his facial lines were not as smooth as racing exhaust, unfortunately looking so pale—like a corpse. The rest.. Evan really!

What a cave feeling! Elijah's not sure.