Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-91
Evan sees that Cici Maria is no longer in his workshop when he returns - probably won't be back for a long time. It could be forever.
No more excitement will be held every night like the previous nights.
There will no longer be a sightseeing event to celebrate each of his later wins.
Evan doesn't care!
God knows Evan doesn't need a donor to sponsor his victory party.
He was not even interested in celebrating every victory.
He needs nothing from other women when he thinks of giving up on Elijah.
Especially now, he had changed his mind!
But at the same time Elijah did not return to his uncle's house. And he's not sure how long.
Evan can't care!
Where is he now?
The last time he left his uncle's house, he met Denta!
Which other lucky bastard will find him this time?
Evan believed that wherever Elijah went, there was always a man who would stretch out his hand to embrace and shade the girl.
And it made his heart even more sick.
You idiot! That is how he cursed himself. Then dropped himself on the chair without talking or looking around.
His friends watched with tense expressions. None of them dared to open their voices. Just stared at Evan with a little misbehavior.
Till…
Innu elbowed Igun backstage Evan secretly.
Igun cleared his throat and glanced at Evan, then looked around at his friends.
His friends replied with urgent gazes. Forcing Igun to talk.
"Bang, sori.." Igun said hesitantly.
Evan glanced towards Igun with a flat face.
"Cici Maria—"
"Gua doesn't want to hear anything about Cici Maria!" sergeant Evan cuts off the word Igun.
Igun gulped and bowed with a huffed face. Then look at his friends again.
Innu groaned silently while twirling his eyeballs. Then, dare to open your voice. "But Cici Maria tepar, Bang!"
"Continue?" Evan jerked his head to the side, casting a sharp glare towards Innu.
"He's in the Igun room!" Innu.
Evan tightened his jaw and turned to Igun. "You want anterin to go home, don't you, huh?" he was impatient.
"We don't know the house, Bang!" tukas Igun helpless.
Evan sighed as he threw his back against the back of the chair. Now he just remembered all this time only he knew the house of Cici Maria.
He once took a shuttle when the woman first came as a customer. Cici Maria's car broke down that day while it was late at night. And he was forced to drive the woman home and pick her up after her car was repaired the next day.
It was really troublesome, Evan thought impatiently.
I don't know why he feels like all this is a trap for him right now.
"Living for a while can be tepar, how's the story?" Evan asked while looking at.
His friends were simultaneously bowed.
"What love is it?" Evan raised his voice.
His friends just shrugged their shoulders. Some just shakes.
Evan looked at Igun with squinted eyes, demanding an explanation.
"Pas you pulled it out earlier.." Igun replied hesitantly. "Doi fainted!"
Evan groaned and twirled his eyeballs with a look of disgust. "Fainting from earlier, ampe is now a siuman balloon?" Evan asked skeptically.
His friends exchanged looks.
His friends were dumbfounded.
"meaning?" Igun asked not understand.
"A normal "fainting spell is no more than twenty minutes! Understood?" Evan said lightly.
Igun was instantly silent.
Evan left more than two hours ago.
"Too more?" Innu's turn now asked.
"Koma is, Bego!" timpal Evan without load.
"Huh?" Igun and Innu stuttered together.
Maha and Irgi glanced at each other. Bimo doesn't react— while focusing on replying to messages.
"Bring to sono's hospital!" evan bursts in half ridicule.
Igun and Innu simultaneously rushed to Igun's room.
Evan chuckled with a cynical look. Then look towards Maha. "Coffee pot, Grit!" her door.
"Gatoyapp!" Responding quickly. Then hurry outside the gate.
Shortly after, Innu returned with a frown.
Evan glanced at Innu while smiling sideways.
"Grandpa, um!" innu grunts in slow muttering. Then dropped himself on the chair by Evan's side.
Evan chuckles in response.
Simultaneously, Igun came out with Cici Maria who was immediately bowed as soon as he saw Evan, rushing past him with wide steps, avoiding Evan's gaze.
Evan chuckled with a cynical look. Want to write me! grunt in the heart.
Igun drove the woman up to her car and made small talk for a moment, trying to remain respectful given all her kindness during this time. He had no problem with Cici Maria.
And Evan didn't blame him at all.
Evan didn't blame anyone here even if everyone sided with Cici Maria.
He's just sorry he wasn't sensitive enough all this time.
Ah, but never mind! thought. His personal matters were none of their business at all!
However, Evan is not the type of person who likes to blame others or circumstances when he is faced with problems.
Problems are the reality of life, he thought.
Without problems, I wouldn't know my mistake!
Sin dolor no te haces feliz—Without pain we would not know what it feels like happy-Spanish proverb.
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"Er zouden geen parels zijn als er geen verwondingen oesters waren—There will be no pearls if no oysters are injured" whispered Aunt Aria as she gently stroked Elijah's head.
The girl leaned against her aunt's chest, sitting curled up in a peaceful calm after being content to cry, after tired of draining her tears, sinking into the heartfelt embrace of her mother's surrogate, the only best place for her to go home.
Evan is right, everything that God takes away is always replaced with a better one.
God took her mother, and placed Aunt Aria by her side.
Although Aunt Aria never spoils her with good food every day, stuffing her with pocket money every week, or giving gifts every year, Aunt Aria gave him something more valuable than that.
In each one meeting, Aria's aunt supplies her with something she can use for life-motivation.
Faith, love and hope!
A pale yellow light crept on the hearth, leaving a pleasant squealing sound in rainy weather at night.
Two cups of chocolate billowed on the table in front of them.
"Het duurde tien jaar om een oester won in een parel te veranderen—It took ten years to turn oyster wounds into pearls," continued Aunt Aria. "Maar slechts tien dagen om de cocon in een vlinder te veranderen. En zodat je het weet, vlinders eindigen net zo snel als ze geboren zijn. Terwijl de baste parels niet gemakkelijk te verpletteren zijn—But only ten days to turn the cocoon into a butterfly. And just so you know, butterflies easily end as soon as they are born. While the best pearls are not easy to crush."
Time always has an answer to every question-A Fucking Writer's quote.