Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-66

"You must walk carefully for one or two days" Denta's mother said as Elijah pleaded. "I've been through the same thing, and it's been almost a whole new week."

"I will be very careful" Elijah replied. "Thank you, Auntie!"

The middle-aged woman smiled.

Denta gives his hand to Elijah holding on and leads the girl to the garage. As the man opened the rolling door, something inside his garage caught Elijah's attention.

A motorcycle trail competition, perched on the side of the car that Denta would use to escort Elijah to the terminal.

"Lu crosser?" ask Elijah curiously.

Denta was silent for a moment, glancing cursively at his motorcycle and smiling faintly. "Yes, three years ago I was called a crosser" he said half muttered. Then open the car door. The look in his eyes instantly dimmed as he pushed Elijah into the front passenger seat. His face looks even more pale.

"You like motocross?" denta asked after he slipped behind the wheel and glanced at Elijah, then turned on the engine.

"Yes" Elijah replied. His face turned grim in an instant.

Evan's words flashed in his mind.

"Forget it!" Elijah added quickly. "Gue no talent!"

Denta glanced at him with his eyebrows interlocked. "There's no talent? That is... You also like to get down to the circuit?"

"Today's my last down to the circuit" murmured Elijah grimly.

Denta's car started rolling out of the garage, then crept across the yard, then slid down the asphalt road.

"So you're here for the tournament?" Denta asked again, still curious.

"Yes" Elijah said without interest.

Silence has been on them for a long time.

Denta focused his attention forward, while Elijah looked to the side, glaring out the window blankly.

"Success does not belong to those who are talented, but to those who are determined" Denta said after a long silence.

Elijah blinked and glanced at him.

"Talent is bullshit in my opinion" Denta added. "True talent is not giving up. Success is not about talent, Eli! But about attitude."

Elijah remained unmoved.

Denta smiled cynically, "You don't have no talent, you don't have hope" he said scornfully. "When someone loses hope, he loses everything."

Elijah gulped with difficulty, feeling stabbed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the Silent Handsome Elegant turned out to have a pretty spicy mouth as well as Arjuna Lubis.

People say, Elijah thought. The people of Medan are like the Jews of Indonesia.

His words contain power!

Wait a minute, Elijah thought. He's not on his personal experience, is he? He himself stopped!

Wh why?

Why did he stop?

"I hope.." Denta said hesitantly. "You can come back here—back to the circuit."

Elijah raised his face and forced a smile. "Gue must have come back here" he said. "Gue went to college at IKJ."

"Good," Denta blinked and turned his head, then smiled in a knot. "It's rare that I get to meet a female racer" he said.

Elijah bowed glumly. "Sori, about that. I don't promise."

Denta.

Silence ambushed them again.

Then suddenly Denta pulled out his phone and thrust it at Elijah. "May I have your number?"

Elijah seemed hesitant for a moment, but then he grabbed the phone and typed the number, then returned the phone to Denta.

"Thanks," said Denta, then made a call to Elijah's number. "I was back here yesterday."

"OK," Elijah pointed his thumb at her while smiling broadly, trying to be as serious as possible.

"Okay, it's over!" Denta let out a short sigh and left his car a while later, then stopped near the entrance to the terminal.

"It won't be free in the future" Denta joked with a faint smile. Then open the door and sneak out, turn around the car and open the door.

Elijah stepped out carefully, then smiled at Denta and said goodbye.

Denta returns to the car, while Elijah steps past a row of buses while looking around, looking for a bus that will leave for his small town.

The brokers and kernets began scrambling to offer their transportation services.

"Where are you going, Neng? The bogor? Sukabumi?"

"Crop, Crop, Crop!"

Elijah stopped his steps as his gaze swept across the writing on the windshield of a bus headed for Sukabumi.

Suddenly hesitated to go home. Under these circumstances, Elijah is not sure he can get treatment well enough in his own home.

His father was always busy, while Keith was unreliable.

Noah and Norah are more unreliable.

Should he go to his aunt's house? Elijah.

And decided to change his purpose.

Denta still noticed when Elijah finally chose a bus to Sukabumi. And the man frowned.

What the hell's going on? Did the girl lie about her hometown?

Denta started coughing, then hurriedly started the engine. There is no time to think about it now, he said in his heart. Then cough again.

I need to get home as soon as possible!

Then he drove his car with a huff and was still coughing.

He smothered his mouth with a handkerchief. The cough won't stop. Blood splattered engraved on his handkerchief.

Shit, thought. Luckily the girl was gone.

Denta deteriorates in a short time, like being struck by lightning. In the first minute he appeared with cool hands, a perfume smelling of spices, and an elegant calm face. In the next minute he shattered apart, his face grew even paler, and his body trembled. Dark circles began to form in his eye bags.

As soon as he got home, he darted up the stairs, three steps in one jump, towards the terrace, then collapsed and fell on the floor in front of the door.

"Denta—" His mother darted out and splashed towards him, dropping herself on the side of Denta's body with both of her knees hitting the floor.

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"Wat er is gebeurd--What happened?" Eden Hosea stifled, looking at Evan in surprise. "Waarom ziet je eruit als een kapotte motorfiets-why do you look like a broken motor?"

Evan passed by his brother in a hurry, then darted into his room and shut himself up.

"Evan—" Eden raised her voice. "Ben je ziek-are you sick?"

There's no answer.

Eden approached Evan's room, turned the doorknob and pushed it.

The door doesn't move.

Evan locked.

"Gat!" Eden shouted at his sister once more.

But again there is no answer.

Eden banged on the door hard. Calling his sister with a loud cry.

It was the first time Evan came home fast—it was clearly out of his habit. The boy never came home during the day unless something was completely wrong, thought Eden Hosea worried.

"Waarom de ophef—Why the fuss?" Their mother ran out of the kitchen. "Waarom ben je hier—Why are you here?"

"De slechte jongen is thuis-the bad boys are home," Eden told her mother.

"Wat—What?" His mother was spontaneously flabbergasted. "Is hij ziek—Is she sick?"

"Nou ja, dat vroeg ik-Nah, that's what I'm asking!" tukas Eden sebal's.