
" Are you ready Mr Lik motorbike !? " ask Bram who tonight again will fight speed just to get extra money to sustain his life .
He was in a small workshop not far from the market where he used to go . The workshop was owned by a man named Sudar who is better known to people as Pak Lik, an extension of pak cilik . His thin little body made him called by such a name .
" Already sip Mas Bram, live gas bablasss .. bonus do not forget to win Mas ! "
" Next month my first SPP is paying Mas , plus ten kilos of rice ... how ? "
" Wehhhh sip really if it .. I pray that you win again ! But yo tetep must be hearted Mas . More coming in means more chances of someone cheating . There are those who cannot accept his defeat. "
" yes, Mr. Lik, my friend is behind me ! " sawut Bram was calm, a year of living on the road made him have many comrades in arms .
Although the theme of his friend looks bergajulan but from them Bram learned about the meaning of true friendship . They support each other in any case, one of them in terms of this wild racing . Togetherness becomes the main thing regardless of it positive or negative . And Bram is used to it .
His friend will be the vanguard who will defend him if there are other participants who want to hurt him for not accepting his victory . The wounds from a fight were nothing new to him anymore .
" Mad Bram !! Mas Bram ... !! "
Two people who had a motorbike came to him who were still in front of the workshop owned by Mr. Lik . They are motorcycle taxi drivers who often hang out with him near the market .
" Later tonight so the race again ?? Darto said Mas Bram would race against Si Kucir !? "
" Yes not just him, a lot of people are coming. "
" Wahhh is ready for complete weapons tonight Mas , usually play rough because the people of Si Kucir it if lost . Cannot be left ... Tuman !! Yesterday was almost playing a game of rocking against Mas Bram, " said one of the motorcycle riding friends .
" We are friends of Mas , besides if you win money often Mas love to nolong one of us . Yesterday the money was instead Mas Bram gave all for the cost of his wife Darto who was born in the hospital . Continue to be loved by me for the school fees of the youngest and many more friends who have been helped by Mas Bram. "
" My Ckk will still live alone, so it does not take much cost like you guys . Just relax ... don't get too big . Anyway later tonight just find it safe, no one carries a gun for any reason . I don't want any of us dealing with the authorities. "
" Good Mas .. earlier we fit here see the reflection Mas delivered the same luxury car in black "
" lncranch ?? Who ? "
" Sir Gista, it was fitting to come here we saw him get off the luxury car . Who open the door perlente really ! Wear a rich suit full suit office man like that ! Unfortunately the man is old, Mas Bram's coat where ! "
Bram pura pura was calm despite the fact that the news made his heart not calm . Already he guessed if Gista would do just that, ensnaring the rich man . But didn't that woman yesterday apply for a job at Wijaya Group ?? At one time Vijaya was led by a woman he already knew & even the woman already considered him her own son . Lena Wijaya is a good friend of her mother .
Or don't Gista snare one of the staff in Wijaya ?? But then his daydreams ran out when Mr. Lik called his name .
" Mas Bram ... Why even daydream to ?? You guys are how the hell , even the news that is not ! "
" What's wrong Lhohh !? We really see Mbak Gista among men perlente with luxury cars, "sawut they rent .
" I'm not who she is, so it's none of my business if she's being escorted by anyone !! " said Bram who immediately stepped on the gas went from the workshop Mr. Lik .
Mr. Lik and the two people who were still perched on the motorbike could only look at each other . Although Bram denies but they are not blind, they can see the fire of jealousy in the young man's eyes .