The Love Of Racer Badboy
Take Icha to Campus

After escorting home, Icha got off first from the car in front of the gate of his house. “I want to talk to my friend, Sir,” Icha told the driver.

“Good Neng, Mamang enter first,” replied the driver. He drove the car into the parking lot of Icha's house.

Boy parked his car at the gate of Icha's house. Although not polite, Icha really did not intend to bring guests into his house, let alone men, they were new acquaintances and he still did not believe.

“Thank you yes, I've arrived!” said Icha.

“Iya, this is your home, yes!” reply Boy smile.

“Iya.”

“Oh, yes Cha. Can I have your phone number, or your social media?” Boy gave his phone to Icha. Hoping that the girl give one of them, in order to contact this girl in front of him.

Icha grabbed the phone in Boy's hand. Seen typing number on the screen board and save his name ‘Icha’. Then give that phone back to Boy.

“I'm not active on sosmed. This is my phone number,” he said.

Boy smiled, calling Icha's number, until it rang in his pocket. “That's my number yes,” said Boy smiled.

“Iya, I'll save later!” answer Icha.

“Mm, then excuse me, thank you, the number,” said Boy again, actually he still wants to linger here, but Icha's face looks reluctant, since last glance at the gate of his house continues.

“Ok,” sahut Icha.

Boy put on his helmet, and went from there honking once. After Boy left, Icha sighed and went inside his house.

Boy is very happy to have met the girl who stole his attention, let alone get his contact number, he whistled while passing a relaxed motorbike.

Before long, Boy finally arrived at his house. He threw the clothes he was wearing, then replaced the black oplos shirt with short boxer shorts. Then, lay yourself in bed.

“I called him, ah!” muttered Boy smiled. He called Icha's contact.

“Hallo, Icha, it's me Boy.”

‘Iya,’ reply Icha short over there.

“Again Cha?” ask Boy snazzy familiar.

‘Again sleep aja, while listening to music,’ sahut Icha again and indeed vaguely heard by Boy music pop song.

“Oh, you like pop songs huh?”

‘Iya,’

“If I like singing metalica band,” said Boy without asking by Icha. Boy's figure this time is much different from the previous Boy.

Boy, usually cute and chased by women, this time he was the one who approached the girl first, let alone this girl is crisp and not interested in him, making him more curious.

Boy continued to speak, while Icha answered short. ‘Yes, no, I don't know’ that's how most Icha replied, but he still politely didn't turn off Boy's call and still heard the man talking.

Finally, Boy said, “You went to college, right? Tomorrow I'll take you to campus ya.”

Icha was silent for a few seconds, although hesitating, she still accepted it. “Good.”

Next morning.

Boy has been dressed neatly and clean and fragrant. He was really handsome, his makeup was neater than usual. He went straight to Icha's house and called the girl while she was in front of the gate.

‘Ok, I'm down immediately,’ Icha replied before turning off the phone.

Before long, Icha came out with a yellow dress, her white skin seemed to blend into the color of her clothes, absolutely beautiful in Boy's eyes.

Icha's hair is shoulder-length, making her impression more feminine with a yellow dress below the knee. Moreover, he smiled when he saw Boy, Boy's heart immediately beat faster than before, Icha's smile with dimples on both cheeks that were not too deep.

Icha's face is oval with chubby cheeks, her eyebrows neat from birth like ants lined up, without having to use eyebrow aids. His height and weight are ideal. Boy was really impressed, yesterday Icha looks very elegant, this morning he looks very cute.

So did Icha look at Boy. Suddenly, his chest thumped strangely.

Boy is very handsome, much neater and handsome than yesterday. Boy stood up and smiled, adding to his fondness and for some reason, Icha saw Boy very cool this morning.

A few seconds, Icha and Boy were both staring, until Boy finally woke up and said, “Where? Is there anything else missing? Or are we leaving now?" tanya Boy broke Icha's burden.

“Hehehe, yes. Come,” sahut Icha chuckles small.

“Yuk!" Boy started riding his bike, put on a helmet and started the engine.

“It looks like I'm wearing the wrong clothes yes,” Icha muttered.

“Hehehe.” Boy chuckled and instantly removed his levis jacket. “Wear this to cover your thighs later when you have climbed on the motor. I won't mention it,” Boy said.

Boy helped Icha put a motorcycle helmet on his head, after which Icha grabbed the Levis jacket and started riding the bike.

“Other times I will wear pants if go with you,” said Icha.

‘Lain times?’ Boy smiled, meaning there were still plenty of opportunities for him.

“Handle yes,” pinta Boy.

Icha held onto Boy's shirt a little because it still felt awkward. In the middle of the road, Boy felt Icha was very stiff, so he offered, “Help only my waist is okay!”

“It's convenient,” replied Icha, she does not want to hug the waist of a man she just knew.

Before long, they finally arrived at the campus where Icha was studying.

Almost everyone who looked stunned, Icha usually always left for campus delivered by his driver, this time he berbongceng with a powerful-looking man with a large motorcycle in red. Moreover, the man's attitude looks sweet, he helps open the helmet on the head of Icha, then Icha gives a jacket to him.

“Still Boy.”

“Yes, equally,” replied Boy while putting his levis jacket back, the jacket that had covered Icha's thigh.

“I'm going first, Cha. I'll call ya!”

“Oke.”

Boy took off his bike and left from there.