Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-7

The afternoon sun was shining golden. A strong wind hit Elijah's face standing on the mat, watching Delilah and Aunt Aria picking fruits and vegetables for their dinner.

Elijah was still wearing the same outfit he wore on the set, tight jeans with knee-length shoes, a black t-shirt and a colourful hoodie sweater that covered part of his face and his entire head.

Her father had come home after lunch a few hours ago.

Delilah wore a high-collared, brownish green dress with long sleeves in a wide skirt, walking down the rover carrying a wicker basket filled with various fruits that he had just picked.

Aunt Aria emerged from the bushes shortly afterwards, carrying a plastic basket filled with vegetables. The round hat of wide-brimmed cloth was seen surging around his head swept in the wind.

The two smiled gently at Elijah and flanked him, then guided him towards the house, walking slowly down the path along the edge of the garden while having a light conversation.

"Ik deed altijd mijn best olets te begrijpen—before, I tried hard to understand something," Delilah story. "Maar het werkte niet-but it didn't work."

Elijah glanced at Delilah with a questioning look.

"I'm God's god ifig-I invite God in" Delilah continued.

"Ik ben naar de kerk gegaan-I have gone to church," Elijah murmured as he turned his face and bowed, watching the road.

Delilah exchanged glances with her mother with meaningful gazes.

"Ik heb ook gebeden-I also pray," said Elijah grimly. I want that rider, he said in his heart. And God led me to this place.

Just get further!

Though if he was at home, during this vacation, he could have joined Devian back and forth to Jakarta. This holiday is his chance.

But look what God did? thought bitter.

"I'm weet dat on a klink-gek - I know this sounds crazy," Delilah said. "Maar ik bedoel-but I mean. leef echt in God-really lives in God."

Elijah blinked and gulped, then turned to Delilah.

The girl smiled wryly, "Als je het doet, zul je vrede voelen-when you do, you will feel peace."

Elijah now turned to his aunt.

The thirty-three-year-old woman gently touched her shoulder and smiled, slightly nodding.

"Wie weet-either," Delilah shook her head at a glance, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling as she was impressed like a patron. "Dat is wat er met mij is gebeurd—it happened to me," he said.

Eijah was back down.

Their steps have now reached the back yard of the house.

Aunt Aria again touched Elijah's shoulder, "Lea, soms is het leven moeilijk-sometimes life is hard," he said gently. "Maar luister naar me-but listen." Aunt Aria leaned closer to Elijah's ear and whispered, "God verspilt nooit iets-God never wasted anything."

Elijah frowned.

"Zelfs voor kleine dingen-even for the little things" Aunt Aria added, then patted Elijah on the shoulder and rushed into the kitchen.

"Ik kom terug na het wassen-I will be back after washing it," Delilah said to Elijah as she nodded towards her fruit basket.

Elijah was still unmoved, thinking hard, pondering over his aunt's words.

Moments later, Delilah appeared and suddenly shrieked stifled while smothering her mouth with both hands.

From the front of the large house was heard the sound of a vehicle engine approaching towards them. A dirt bike numbered 777 entered the yard.

Elijah spontaneously turned around to follow his cousin's gaze, while his cousin had already rushed over to the newly arrived motorcyclist.

"Mama!" Delilah cried out in delight as both of her hands twitched around the neck of a burly thirty-five-year-old man dressed as a racer. "Papa's home!"

The burly man dressed as the racer was Uncle Elijah, the husband of Bibi Aria who lived in the city of Jakarta. His name is Buddy Dwi Aria. More familiarly called Bang Wi. Elijah—of course—call him Om Wi.

Aunt Aria loosened her head at the kitchen door, then rushed out and smiled broadly as she pressed her palms and the back of her hands back and forth on the apron she was wearing to dry her hands.

Elijah approached them, then stopped near the dirt bike his uncle was carrying. Look at the vehicle with a look of admiration.

The little family looked at him with a smile.

Om Wi still embraces his son and wife on his left-right. "Lu like racing?" He asked Elijah.

Elijah turned his head towards his uncle then shook his head while forcing a smile. Gua likes guys racers, he said in his heart.

"Your eyes didn't say that" Om Wi continued, releasing his embrace from Delilah and Aunt Aria, then approached Elijah.

"Like to see," Elijah said to his uncle, then back to research the motorcycle while messing around. The contents of his head were filled with the face of a handsome racer he met two weeks ago in the city of Jakarta.

Ah, he said in his heart. Why did the cave become obsessed with him, anyway? He scolded himself. Don't know either!

Look at the dirt bike just feel the clay he, teasing the side of himself that is arrogant and strong-ass. His bike is not a trail. Motor he tuh, a kind of Harley Curse, macem robot bengek kek has the Dape!

"Can I have a motor?" His uncle's question drew Elijah's consciousness.

Elijah nodded again.

His uncle smiled broadly, then stepped up onto his motorcycle. "Come here!" said enthusiastically. "Study!"

Elijah spontaneously glanced. Everything in him wants to try. He was very curious. But the other side of him said that being a racer was just a crazy idea that suddenly flashed inside his head. You're not really a racer, Lea! You're just obsessed with that street racer. And it doesn't connect to motocross.

Elijah turned his head towards Delilah and Aunt Aria.

The two women nodded with smiles, giving full support.

"Veel plezier, Lea-have fun, Lea!" aunt's advice. "Je aunt en neef zullen het diner bereiden-aunt and your cousin will prepare dinner."

Om Wi patted the seat behind his body with an invitation gesture.

Elijah hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and scattered towards his uncle, stepping up into the splotch. At least the cave can carry a motorcycle above a hundred, he thought optimistically.

The motorcycle roared and rolled out of the yard. "Ntar cave knows the children" said his uncle. "Lu can learn the same as them while here."

"As long as they're here?" Elijah shouted over the noise of the exhaust. "Om Wi want a long time here?"

"Yes, good!" His uncle shouted back while looking back. "Two weeks, it's enough for you to learn the basics of driving."

Is this the answer to the cave prayer? inner Elijah. Ah, the cave shouldn't say pen is a racer, I'm sorry. Prayer in the heart was not answered. Maybe it should be said.

His greatest desire was not to be a racer. But because of that he said in his prayer plainly, it seemed as if it was beginning to run.

Next time do not say a prayer! Elijah warned himself.

Om Wi left his motorcycle on the edge of the mud circuit in the oil palm plantation area and turned off the engine.

Elijah jumped down and was astonished to look at the circuit. "The new cave knows, Om, if there is a circuit here," he said amazed.

"It's only been a few months since I was discharged" said Om Wi. "From now on, the cave can often go home if there is another kayak gini event."

Elijah glanced at his uncle, smiling. "Om should have more time for Delilah" he suggested.

The man smiled sadly, "Yes," he said half muttered. Then sighed softly, and tried to sound more enthusiastic, "Makanyya during the event here, as familiar as you can - familiar and the same familiar children, so that the cave can have more time at home."

Elijah's smile widened, "Deal!" he said while thrusting a fist at his uncle.

His uncle fists with Elijah, "Deal!" said. After saying so, the man circled his gaze to the center of the circuit with his eyes squinted, one of his hands covering his eyes from the light of the afternoon sun.

Moments later, Om Wi called out to someone by waving his hand towards the circuit.

A dirt motorcyclist, number 999, approached them and stopped not far in front of Elijah. The man took the helmet off his head and Elijah gasped.