The Love of the Racer
At the End of Age

"Jeav, how? Have you met him?" Jennis immediately confronted the sister who had just arrived with a question demanding an answer.

The tongue seems heavy to just take off a word. Jeaven answered with a headband. Enough to make Jennis understand what he means. That a happy news does not yet want to accompany reality.

"Whatever that condition is and when that time is, if one day Jesslyn comes back or you meet her somewhere don't let her go again from your side. You owe me an apology for your mistake. And you owe her happiness, too." Sayu Jennis's eyes showed seriousness while speaking.

This time said Jennis a little able to pull Jeaven from his gnawing. The handsome eagle-eyed man tried to dive into the true meaning of the look on the face of the sister in front of him.

"Don't say that, if you end up suffering in your heart."

"Don't be a tough ass if you've been feeling the same all this time." Jennis even attacked Jeaven with a telling word.

"Rest." Jeaven seemed reluctant to respond to the words of Jennis who seemed cornered. In addition, the hue on his sister's face was more attractive to his worries now.

"You love her." Jennis apparently has not tired of making Jeaven again difficult to speak. "You're gonna admit it."

Jeaven immediately withdrew her eyes from Jennis' intimidating gaze. "You love him" he scapegoated a fact. Jennis loved Jesslyn.

Jennis smiled smirked over her useless self. It's up to the point that Jeaven is still trying to keep her feelings, trying to make her happy. Unfortunately he who as a sister can only be a burden of injury. Even the burden of family. How thought.

"You love him too. We love the same woman Jesslyn Seanie Willson." Jennis puts emphasis at the end of his sentence.

"You talk too much."

"You are too irritable to talk," said Jennis did not want to lose. However, he was suddenly a little unsteady due to the sharp throbbing sensation in the head.

Jeaven didn't say much. He prefers to act by taking Jennis to his room.

After making sure Jennis took the medicine and rested Jeaven returned to her room. Removed racing suit that wrapped around the body and left lying on the floor just like that. A sudden throbbing touch made him realize that he had a small cut on his arm. A reddish bruise from a fall while he was training with his iron horse.

Jeaven paid only a fleeting glance at his supposedly meaningless wound. However, for a moment he petrified with memories that suddenly knocked the mind.

"Bryan's. Why would Jesslyn go with that guy?" He threw his body on the lip of the bed followed by his hand rubbing the rough of his jet hair. Frustrated hiss sounded bitter, expelling his calm characteristic innate manner.

A few days later.

"Are you really okay?" Jeaven again asked to be sure about Jennis's condition. He did not stop staring anxiously at the face of the sister who looked paler this time.

If Jennis did not insist on his request to ride the Jeaven motorbike, of course, the pair of brothers were not here now. That is on the racing circuit where Jeaven used to train on his bike.

Jennis was still silent, only answering Jeaven's question with a smile at his best with a slow nod.

On the other hand, Jeaven was actually pressing a tight throb in her heartfelt silently. The restless linked feeling soared up the deep insecurities. That's why, in the last few days he spent more time with Jennis day and night.

The heart of an older brother seems reluctant to stay far too long with his beloved sister. And that, also felt Jennis as a sister who has always been abundant attention from her beloved sister.

"You have to wear a helmet."

"No need, my head won't be strong to refute it. This helmet is too heavy for this weak me," Jennis refused complete with reason. He was still loyal with a smile on his pale lips.

Jennis's smile grew increasingly aware of Jeaven's anxious expression. "You're pretty slow. Let's just say you're piggybacking on a little boy. I just want to ride the bike with you. That's all I'm happy with." He convinced his brother.

"I'm helping you ride" said Jeaven, guiding Jennis' fragile body carefully to his big bike and helping her ride in the backseat.

"Yes, wait a minute." Jennis suddenly pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Jeaven. "Please pass this letter to Jesslyn if you meet her."

Frown lines instantly imprinted between Jeaven's thick eyebrows. Jennis's attitude grew increasingly uncomfortable gelenyar in the chest. "You can deliver the letter from your own hands."

"I won't get a chance."

Once again Jeaven received a heartbreaking throb that made her feel weak. Jennis's words were unceasingly restless.

"I don't like hearing your answer." Jeaven is still trying to look tough. He receives an envelope with Jennis's letter and rides his motorcycle.

"Hands on." Jeaven pulled both of Jennis's hands around her stomach.

"Yes." Yeah."

Jeaven carefully started the engine of the motor and then took it to the top of the race track. The motor drove at moderate speed and without removing his supervision from Jennis who was sitting in the back.

"I've been dreaming about this for a long time. Ride your race bike." Jennis started the conversation again while enjoying the wind that hit his pale face.

"You happy?" Jeaven slightly turned to the side so that her voice was easily accessible to Jennis's hearing.

"Very."

"Stay holding on." Jeaven reminded me again.

"Jea."

"What?"

"Please promise to be responsible to Jesslyn so that I can settle down in nature there."

"Alright," said Jeaven who was still faithful with a throbbing pulse in the chest.

"Jea."

"Hm?"

"I dreamed of living happily with Jesslyn. Then print a smile of happiness on the lips of mommy and daddy by giving them many grandchildren. And it also makes you proud to have a sister like me. But in reality, dreams are just dreams. It will never turn into reality."

"What did you say? You've made me proud." Jeaven glanced towards the rearview mirror and Jennis's smile was drenched there.

"Jea."

"Yes?"

"Make my dream come true, huh? Because I can't make it happen myself."

"All right." Jeaven answered. His tongue was too heavy to say much.

"Jeav, I'm sorry for being so selfish. I've known for a long time about how you feel about Jesslyn, but I've been so upright to act blind." Jennis's voice sounded weak.

"Please don't say anything more. I'll be mad." Jeaven's voice was shaking. The roar in the chest was stifling and ready to explode at any moment.

"I'm actually the worst one here. I've become a barrier between you and Jesslyn." Jennis's speech faltered a little because his breathing was getting weaker. "Jeav, I love you so much. Thank you .. because you have sacrificed so much for me. To the death you remain my idol motorcycle racer." A thread of tears began to accompany each incision. "Se ... lamat .. stay."

The tongue of Jeaven could no longer let go of the word. He is only able to hear each of Jennis's messages and record them firmly into his memory. He also felt the weight of the body of the younger brother who was already leaning weakly on his back.

Until ... Jennis's hand circle in her stomach increasingly decomposes and droops weakly. Jeaven immediately stopped the speed of his motorbike with a feeling of anxiety. He took the brother's cold hand and gave a fretful clap.

Shake her body so that Jennis opens her eyes again. But fate has shown its power. With the love of God the young man who always spread the smile returned to His lap.

"Jennis!"

No longer able to withstand the sadness in the chest. Jeaven immediately released tears between the wounds. Truly, he was not ready to lose his only sister.

Good bye, Jennis. Smile, heaven is the most beautiful place for you. We all love you.

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