Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-74

"What car?"

"What a car, cake Komar car, come on! Just more bad!"

"Whose car?"

Irgi's words ring in Evan's head. He watched the Bugatti Masonry with his frown-wrinkle— think hard, try to remember where he had seen the vehicle.

But the voice of the girl behind him then jerked Evan. "But! Huh, Bang! Unplug it!"

Evan blinked and looked back. "Oh-okay!" half stammered. Then start the engine. He glanced once more at Denta's car, then darted away from the spot.

Denta rewinded his car slowly, then drove at moderate speed.

Elijah gulped and glanced at the man through the corner of his eye.

Denta remained silent throughout the journey. His face looks tight.

She's why, huh? Elijah wondered in his heart. Is he angry that Dede hit me? But not intentionally!

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"How much is it, Bang?" The IKJ student who had twice hit Elijah jumped down from Evan's motorcycle, then approached his own motorcycle.

The motorcycle tire was leaking as he left. But because he was in a hurry, he was forced to leave the motorcycle in Evan's workshop.

And as a good mechanic, Evan offers shuttle services to facilitate all business.

That's the story!

But of course Evan knew Elijah must have misunderstood again. Care demon! he thought he was trying to shake off his angry feelings. He's got Bugatti Masonry! cynical inner.

"Oh! He's dumbass!" seloroh the IKJ student. Understand which artist-expression?

"So—sori!" Evan suddenly swerved. It did not look like him, until everyone in the place was flabbergasted to notice him. Igun, Innu, Maha-the ordinary children of Satan.

The IKJ student groaned while twirling his eyeballs. "Young has a lot of thoughts," he murmured - sob old. "So how much, huh?"

"Three five" replied Evan.

"Huh?" The girl was spontaneously flabbergasted. "Lu kaga itung her shuttle service too, right?" his protest.

"Ban you can't be patched. So, I changed the dalem!" hatch Evan.

"Can't it be bad?" get the girl. "The most leaked Alus!"

"The leak is not severe," Evan argued. "But it's right in the valve cap!"

"What is valve cap?" ask the student.

"Here, nih!" Evan bent over pointing at his motorcycle tire valve. "It's called valve cap!"

"I mean p e n t i l?"

"Well, that's him!"

"Say aje p e n t i l!" grumble the student.

"Censored, B e g o! Think of p n t i l nyang laen!" sergeant Evan merongos.

Igun and his friends chuckled at their debate.

"Aje's habit, dong, by the way! Gosah tereak!" the student protest. "Gue's an artist" he said dramatically. "My heart is smooth!"

"Didn't care about me!" evan is impatient. "You must be a cake alus creature, want a cake astral creature. Valve cap aje don't know!"

The next day…

The student is really in danger.

Elijah was already waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs leading to the yard when the girl was rushing down.

The girl stopped on the fifth step from below and looked at Elijah.

Elijah stared back at him with an intensity of gaze that could burn the entire building.

The girl walked sideways to avoid a third collision with Elijah.

But Elijah also moved to the side.

The girl knitted her eyebrows. Next to her slender eyebrows raised high. Then he moved back to the other side.

Elijah followed him too.

The girl frowned while scratching the back of her head that did not feel itchy. "What's wrong, bye?" ask him with a stupid face. "Today I didn't hit you. Your romance got hit?"

Elijah remained silent. His gaze was still potentially a fire.

Readers will understand this is not a hit-and-bump. But because of something else.

Elijah is burning with jealousy!

Does he have a Bugatti Masonry-yekan?

"Gue.. I was actually accidentally yesterday," the girl tried to give him understanding.

Elijah remained unmoved.

"Before, I was really flabby. Yes, I was in a hurry too. I'm sorry, I swear! I didn't intentionally." The girl is still trying to explain.

Elijah doesn't care. "Who's your name?" elijah asked as if someone was pointing.

"Gu-gue.." the girl hung up her sentence and frowned. Ow hell! thought horrified. Why is he calling me by name? Don't want to be stuck!

"Lo sape's name?" repeat Elijah while raising his voice.

"Gu--gue Sisca—six, kids used to call me.. sik fun!" the girl was trying to melt the atmosphere.

Elijah's turn is now frowning. "Funny, huh?" he grumbled with a wicked smile.

"Ah—" the girl smiled nervously. "Not funny, huh?" he muttered back to ask, then back to scratch the back of his head.

Elijah watched the girl with squinted eyes. His sharp gaze looked at the girl from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

The sorority cut was a bit like Elijah in High School, a time when he was chasing after Evan. Short hair, dressed all black. Shredded jeans, black t-shirt, hoodie sweater and knee-length boots. Only his face was Asian-dominant-sighted, white-yellow slender.

So that bastard's taste turned out to be Cici Maria's cake? thought Elijah-not connected. The brain is not in sync.

This is funny!

Feeling stung by the thought, Elijah grabbed Sisca's wrist, then dragged her into the middle of the yard. "Lu really have a grudge what do I have, huh?" geramny—nantang storm.

Asked so, Sisca immediately wavered. "Gu-gue. I really don't know you. There is no way to have a personal vendetta. The vow! I don't have a problem with you!"

"Don't have a problem?" Elijah growled again, this time snatching away the collar of the girl's t-shirt. "Two times, A n j i r!" he was in low murmur. Then raise his voice in a loud screech. "Two times you pushed me!"

And at once, they became the center of attention.

"Gue don't push, I swear!" refute Sisca. "Gue just crashed! And that was really unintentional. Although intentionally, it must be just the work of a Fucking Writer!"

Lah!

"Gosah bring the Fucking Writer!" elijah growled while tightening his grip. "Originally you know, this story is based on a true story. So don't even try to quibble if everything that's going on here is just the wits of the Fucking Writer."

Ea. ea…

"Wait a minute!" the audience around them. "Who the hell, Fucking Writer?"

Not yet, I deleted it from the story!

Simultaneously, Dede who saw the feud simultaneously rushed over, charging from the crowd towards them. "Gee!" the screech is trying to break up.

"Lu diem!" hardik Elijah's. "Don't interfere!"

Dede forcefully pulled the girl's shoulder and jerked her away from Sisca. "Lea—Udah! You don't realize you're a spectacle?"

Elijah doesn't care. "Gue's a performing arts faculty boy," he quibbled. "So it's natural that everywhere is a spectacle!"

"Yes, but you're a mess too, A n j i r!" grumpy Dede in her ears. He pulled the girl's shoulder again.

Seeing that opportunity, Sisca immediately walked away and fled.

"Hei—" Elijah grabbed Sisca's shoulder.

"Udah! Okay?" sergeant Dede pulls Elijah's hand off Sisca's shoulder. "Si Denta ngeliatin, noh!" said—beplosan.

Elijah spontaneously glanced, he jerked his head to the side, watched Dede with squinted eyes, then floated his gaze across the yard.

Sure enough, Denta was indeed watching him near the gate.

But that's not what makes Elijah go.

"Lu know Denta?" Elijah turned to Dede with a suspicious look.

Dede blinked and stuttered.

Meanwhile, Sisca had already escaped out of nowhere.