Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-92

"Where are we going, huh?" Innu asked while looking around. He sat down hugging his folded knees in front of his chest, while the other leg folded to the side in a cross-legged position.

Maha glanced at Innu from the top of his motorbike which is standard two on the edge of the circuit, then glanced at Igun who sat running with both hands supported behind his body.

"Gue has no idea!" Igun replied without interest as he turned his face away, glancing towards the circuit.

Devian and Martin are demonstrating a new freestyle technique in the middle of the circuit, not far from where they rest.

Evan sleeps on his back on the side of Igun with his hands crossed behind his head as a pillow, at the corner of his lips tucked away a blade of grass that he got from the field on the edge of the circuit that became his bed, gazing off in the blue sky that stretched out as its roof, did not pique their conversation.

Irgi and Bimo sleep on their stomachs on the other side of Evan, focusing on glaring at the screen of their respective phones.

"Let's try Cici Maria!" chirps Maha while chuckling.

Igun and Innu spontaneously glanced at Evan in horror.

Evan remained unmoved, still focused into the sky with the intensity of the gaze that could make one think that the heavenly angels were dancing up there.

Evan did not care about the plot.

The turn of the year was a holy sacrament in his family, a kind of sacred ritual that could not be missed by the entire clan of the Maharaja. Moments in particular are with Denta at their grandmother's house, where Denta and his mother live.

Evan suddenly moved.

And then everyone gasped.

Evan rushes to the parking lot, leaving them without saying a word. Not even looking.

His friends were shaking with stiffened faces. Looking at Evan and looking at each other.

"It's Cici Maria!" sembur Igun denounces Maha.

"Sori," muttered Maha bated.

Evan scatters out the circuit area, then disappears from their sight.

Evan actually did not care about their talk about Cici Maria, he was in a hurry because suddenly thought of something.

Evan parked his motorcycle on a street corner, in front of a flower shop and walked in. He ordered white tulips to visit Denta's tomb.

Denta's tomb is located at the end of the road that passes through their church.

Evan's motorcycle tyres grinded up a pile of dried leaves as he stopped and standardized them. He stepped down and climbed the stairs leading to the iron gate of the tomb.

He opened the iron gate and walked lightly into the tomb, passing through some simple cross-shaped headstones with no writing at all, up the gentle hill, and up, it then turned to the other side of the hill and stopped at Denta's tomb.

He leaned over to put the white tulip bouquet he was carrying on the gravestone, then sighed and straightened his body, slipped his hands into his pants pocket and glanced in any direction. I look with a blank look.

"Gue failed, Dai!" he said as he glanced at Denta's tomb, as if Denta was standing by his side. Then back to the empty air. "Gue can't take care of Lea!"

The wind roared among the trees, flicked his hair loose from its ties and fell over his eyes, then curled in the wind.

"Now Lea is gone" Evan murmured, "And I don't know where to go!"

Evan glanced at Denta's headstone once more, the man's voice ringing in his ear.

"That day he said he wanted to go home to Rangkasbitung, but naek bis to Sukabumi!"

"Ah, really too!" Evan spontaneously flabbergasted. "The Dwi's house!" pekik. Then hurriedly turned around and rushed over while shouting, "Thanks, Dai!" Then suddenly stop. He turned to Denta's grave while grinning. "Tell the same people home, this mallem I'm not home!" the message. "Wait for me!" He adds.

"Ah—ya, inget new cave!" Evan turned his body again, returned to Denta's tomb while reaching into his shirt flannel pocket, he pulled the hexagram— keychain Denta's favorite symbol, the masonry pattern as found on his motorcycle tromol. He leaned over and placed the keychain near the belly button while grumbling, "Gue doesn't like this, God damn it!" Then move on.

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Elijah piled pieces of firewood on the side of the marble fireplace that looked worn and smelled of mildew because it had been out of use for too long. A pinch of her hair that was curling waves that had now elongated came off her bun and collapsed covering one of her eyes as she bent over. He tried to remove the hair from his eyes with the back of his hand. But every time he went back down, the hair fell back to cover his eyes.

Elijah sighed.

Finally the job is done, he thought. He patted his palms together to get rid of the dust. After that he left his waist while looking around checking the entire room that has been arranged for a day.

A giant dining table in the middle of the room, with fourteen chairs, fourteen sets of dining devices complete with crystal glasses and fourteen white candles on the legs of an eighteen-carat gold-plated lampstand are arranged uniformly in front of each chair, it looks harmonious with a large chandelier of crystals hanging right on it. A variety of signature dishes handmade by Aunt Aria, Irish bread, pickled Polish herring, rice pudding with Swedish almonds, a variety of fruits, and a variety of traditional drinks from various countries, everything was dazzling in the glitter of candlelight and the twinkling of small, colorful lights of the Christmas tree at the foot of the stairs, not far from the window.

Elijah's eyes flashed with satisfaction admiring the results of his hard work throughout the day. Glanced at the giant wall clock of the ancient model that hangs on the concrete wall, above the fireplace. There was still an hour left to prepare before dinner.

Simultaneously Aunt Aria entered the dining room and was flabbergasted.

The night of the turn of the year celebration was the most anticipated precious moment Aunt Aria a few years ago. But that only happened when his parents were still around.

I don't know how long it's been since they last celebrated the turn of the year, especially after Elijah's mother died.

And today, for the first time in years, they will finally celebrate the turn of the year again.

Only three!

But Elijah arranged the feeding device up to fourteen sets.

Aunt Aria looked sadly at the seat that Elijah's mother used to occupy. Imagining the woman sitting there, devouring her favorite rice pudding. According to Elijah's mother, eating rice pudding with almonds on the turn of the year can bring good luck throughout the year. But Bibi Aria argues that an important dish that must be served on the anniversary of the turn of the year is pickled Polish herring. Always so whenever approaching the turn of the year, the two of them would be busy debating which food to serve. Is rice pudding with almonds, or pickled Polish herring. Ten years ago, they both agreed not to present both. But Elijah's mother breaks the deal for fear of losing her luck. That same year, Elijah's mother died.

"Weet je zeker dat je je niet hebt misrekend—You sure don't count wrong?" Aunt Aria asked unconvinced as she glanced at the fourteen sets of eating utensils Elijah had laid out around the table.

"Wie weet—Entaih!" Elijah poked his shoulders, then grinned "Ik verleid God-I'm trying on God!"

"Hoe durf je-How dare, you!" Aunt Aria yelled at him.

Delilah rushed into the dining room and looked at the doorway with an anxious expression, "Wat is—" Delilah stuttered, staring at the row of eating devices with eyes and mouth rounded.

A moment later, the roar of the vehicle engine entered the yard.

Elijah and Aunt Aria flinched and flabbergasted.

Delilah nodded, jerking her head to the side, turning to the front door.