The Love I Don't Miss
Part 122 (Post Race! )

Too shocked to find the champion is Arsenio Wilson, his classmate, Clarice to not realize if there is a figure of Felia who turned out to watch at the starting line. So did Felia, she just found out if Clarice was there too.

Since before Arsen went down for the first time in the preliminary round, Felia was already sitting in the back seat of her friend's matic bike. Not only the two of them, but there are two more bikes each containing two people.

They numbered six, with a formation of four teenage girls and two teenage boys. Two teenage boys riding a CBR150 motorcycle that is enough to make both feel confident to join other young people on the asphalt inhabited by various circles.

After the owner of the CBR250RR motorbike was declared the winner, Felia was also the same as other teenage girls. Wonder what the defending champion looks like?

Last month he also saw a race race when the champion won the race for the first time at that location. But the young man immediately left without taking off his helmet, having been declared the winner with a trope and cash in hand.

And this time, when all the yelling asked the champion to open the helmet, then Felia was no less enthusiastic than Clarice. The girl broke through the crowd to be able to see with her own eyes what the defending champion's face looked like.

If Clarice approaches because she feels familiar and she is lucky to advance to the forefront. So Felia who approached because he wanted to know but he could only get to the second row. So Clarice and Naufal were both unaware that Felia was there.

Then when he saw the champion was the same age as him and also very handsome, it was not wrong if Felia was interested in the first sight, like other girls.

The eyes of which young girl is not interested in the handsome face of the young man. Moreover, what is seen by a beautiful young man at the age of 16 years is just beautiful. Because they do not know if life does not only need a handsome or beautiful face, then added with love spices.

But the desire to take pictures together that had appeared suddenly, arrived - suddenly also had to be dashed, when the young man actually pulled the hand of a girl, who turned out to be his own half-brother. There was no way he expected that young man who was clearly in plain sight close to his half-brother.

Clarice is a brother. No words according to him. And now he has to hold all his admiration for the defending champions.

Especially by seeing if the young man knows Clarice, then it can be ascertained if their circle is much different.

' You're lucky, Clarice... '

The girl muttered in her heart.

***

The photo session ended, Clarice and two teenage boys in her class are now on Naufal motorcycles and Arsen motorcycles parked side by side in the stadium area. Two motorcycles with a selling price in the range of 70 million more are side by side like a horse that is ready to pull a carriage in the fairyland.

"It turns out you didn't want to go with me because you went with her?" arsen asked Cla but his eyes glanced at Naufal.

"Yeah... That's how!" clarice smiled awkwardly.

"How did your Papa get to know each other?" ask Arsen again. "You're a complex?"

"No! His father Naufal is a Director at one of the companies that Daddy works with!" answer Clarice. "So both Daddy and Papa both know Papa Naufal well!"

"Oh..." Arsen who had understood that Clarice was a broken home family also nodded in understanding. "It's only right that I'll have a hard time getting you out, having to compete with him!" arsen chuckled at his friend, Naufal Mahardhika. "Other than taking you to a racecourse like this!"

"Yes.. Understand it! Daddy and Papa won't be that easy to let the girls go with a guy they don't know very well." replies Cla, who sits on Naufal's bike.

"It seems I have to be the son of one of your Daddy's business partners in order to take you away!" joked Arsen who sat on his bike, of course with a charming smile.

"There's a destiny for each one, bro!" sahut Naufal who stood by leaning his waist beside his motorbike. "Coal entrepreneurs do not have business relationships with the largest food entrepreneurs in the country" he concluded. "Unless your Papa wants to set up a new company in the field of groceries, huhah!" cananda Naufal's.

"Yes, you're right!"

"I thought you weren't coming!" Naufal.

"Of course so! yesterday I also wanted to take Clarice, and introduce my racing world!" arsen replied, "but he said he had been invited by a friend whose parents knew each other."

"Why should I know him?" clarice.

"It's okay, I just want to introduce you to the world that's my hobby"

Clarice pressed her shoulders. Do not want to know further the reason Arsen who seemed to want to make himself know the young man further.

"So you mean her brother a national racer is her?" clarice asked Naufal by pointing at Arsen.

"Yes, you're right!" naufal replied.

"What's his name?"

"He's not very famous, you'll never find his name if there's a game on TV!" sahut Arsen looked at Clarice.

"Clearly! I don't like the racing world! afraid of things happening that you don't want."

Arsen sneered at Clarice's worries with a slanted smile.

"The racing world is exciting!" arsen boasts of his hobby.

"For you, not for me!" sahut Clarice who was greeted with laughter Arsen without sound.

"When - when should you come with me to the drift location!"

"Drifts?" ask Clarice. "NO!" before Arsen gave an excuse.

"You can scream as you please!"

"Remain No!" clarice no longer wants to be denied. "I don't want to bet on life!"

"Haha!" Arsen gave a weak laugh.

"I didn't expect our bikes to be the same!"  said Naufal observing his motorbike and Arsen's motorbike.

"But I've modified this part!"

Arsen got off his bike, and crouched down to show the Velg he had replaced with a different model on Naufal. Naufal was finally reflexively crouched beside Arsen.

Two different men parents, two young people whose age is not much different, two boys who are the same close to Cla. But it has the same hobby, namely the automotive world. If Arsen is joined to the racing world, then Naufal is not so. The young man was just a hobby of watching.

Clarice who knows nothing of such a world prefers to observe around a crowded stadium. Where many young people who actually choose to relax in street vendors by sitting on a pedestal that is held on the asphalt after the wild race is over.

It's so simple and exciting. During this time Clarice who is only friends with a wealthy family since PAUD, only know if hanging out at the Cafe. It is not the edge of the road that the food is not necessarily hygienic.

But Clarice was interested in this new world she knew...

Not the world of racing, but the world of those who are free to snack anywhere. And sit anywhere. With simple clothes and simple things.

Unlike the shoes, bags and watches he was wearing at this time. Where all is still above the number of one million more, even though he thinks it is ordinary goods. Even the shoes he bought before graduating Junior High School that he was wearing right now alone cost him still 3 million more.

And when he was busy observing them all, he found the figure he had been looking for. It was Malvino Lubis.

"Who is he?" murmuring Clarice reflex. Making the two men who were crouching under the corner raise their heads up.

"Who?" sahut Arsen and Naufal.

"Huh?" Clarice looked down at the question as if she had not heard what the two men were asking.

"Who were you asking? who are you asking?" asked Arsen as he got up from his squat.

"Oh.. no!" clarice shook her head clumsily.

While Arsen and Naufal return to chat, Clarice again steals a look at Vino who is still in place. Vino and a girl friend looked very familiar and very close. They look very comfortable joking. Not even reluctant to share the food on a small plate, I don't know what it contains.

' He is a playboy too! '

Clarice growled in the heart.

' I thought he was just approaching Neha, but it turned out to have another one outside of school too! This kid is really crazy! how could I have imagined that I would be the closest person to her someday! He is nothing more than Arsen! '

Clarice's grouse with a deflated cauliflower chest held back emotions. Found a reality that he thought was very heartbreaking and stifling, wanting it to feel like he was cursing Vino.

' It is precisely Arsen that I take for granted, I have never seen him kiss, kiss or tease any other girl, other than myself for two months! Although he rarely rejected upperclassmen who tried to get close to him. '

Clarice stared intently at Vino. Then see Arsen who is still fun to talk about the automotive world that is their hobby. Now Clarice feels Arsen is better than Vino.

Especially after considering himself the same as Neha, who turned out to reject Vino's invitation.

If Arsen finally came to the location alone after he refused. Vino is just bringing in another target.

' You crocodile! '

Clarice in the Heart.

"Cla, this is for you!" said Arsen arrived - suddenly handed a rectangular board, with a size of 50X30 cm that reads 2 million money with the accompanying writing level 250CC also date and year.

"You keep it, yeah!" arsen said accompanied by an envelope that can be expected if the contents are the winning prize money that afternoon.

"What am I keeping this thing for?" tanya Clarice grabbed the board, but did not receive an envelope from Arsen.

"I present my victory this afternoon to you!" arsen's words made Clarice turn to Arsen and look closely at the handsome face of the young man.

Who he is given a winning prize that is not easy to win it, because the young man also has to bet his life in every racing match. Although that much money is very easy to get by a Brighta Clarice Agasta, but what she saw Cla is not nominal but Arsen's efforts to get it.

"But..can't this be proof, if you're the defending champion?" ask Clarice.

"With you keeping it, I assume it will be even more valuable to me!" reply Arsen.

"Why could that be?" ask Clarice.

"Easy! keep it! and here, wear it as you please! although it's worth nothing!" Arsen handed the brown envelope over Clarice's palm with a slight force. For Arsen himself 2 million is small money. Because his pocket money every month is almost the same as Clarice.

"Bring the money! I'll keep it!" clarice turned down 2 million Arsenes.

"No! bring all!" force Arsen until Clarice can't budge. Finally he put the envelope in the small bag he was carrying. After looking at Naufal, and the young man only gave a small smile without any help.

"Walk at the cafe, yuk!" take Naufal, and immediately nod by Clarice and Arsen.

"Bonch me, yeah!" take Arsen to Cla.

"Yes! you fuck him, Cla!" sahut Naufal who understands that Arsen is really approaching the friend.

"but then you go home, yeah!"

"Yeah!" answer Naufal.

And now two motorcycles of the same type and brand are driving away from the stadium area that is still crowded, when the clock on the wrist has shown at half-six in the afternoon. Because if this week's night is usually young people and street vendors will spend time there until midnight.

On the Arsen motor, Clarice sat stiffly. Very different from the time in the bonceng by Naufal. And when the bike runs, Clarice had seen Vino who looked still engrossed with the girl he did not know at all.

Pouting with the movements of her lips, Clarice threw away her face, and as much as possible forgot her admiration for Vino.

He shouldn't have been that super-squatter. He should have come out like this often. To know the various forms of the original form of friends in class. He should not just admire at school. Because some of the students at school must be nice. To avoid problems with the BK.

Arsen, meanwhile, looked very happy to be able to piggyback on Clarice for the first time. So the goal today is to find the location of the Cafe which is far enough to be traveled from the stadium location.

"Where the hell is it, Sen?" tanya Naufal is running an Arsenic motorcycle.

Naufal was really surprised at Arsen, since the young man drove the bike was not worthy of a racer. There are also a lot of cafes that they pass by. But Arsen did not stop.

Until now the three young people arrived at one of the cafes in the middle of the city. A very famous cafe in the capital. Evidently with the place that is now almost full of young people who want to spend the night there.

And one music group has sung his first song on a mini stage with a height of one adult hand only.

"Can you sing, Cla?" ask Arsen.

All three sat on a chair totaling four by circling a round table with a diameter of approximately 60 cm. Leave one empty seat.

"Can't sing it's not my hobby!" answer Clarice.

"You should try singing a duet!" naufal gave me an idea.

"There will be on the run if I sing!" clarice.

"You try!" ask Arsen.

"No!"

"You, Sen!" sahut Naufal's. "You're a band boy! must be a lot more familiar with tone!" Naufal.

"Bat band boy?"

And time passed, and each watch showed eight o'clock in the night... When Arsen started to come forward to submit song requests to the group that was being invited.

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