The Love of the Racer
He's Tortured, too

Bruaks!

Sreett ...!

Again Jeaven lost grib suddenly while training on the track and experienced a high side. Where he slammed into the air while his motor dragged and sprawled on the edge of the asphalt track.

The rest of the energy is used as leg support to rise again. A little shaky, Jeaven walked away from where she had fallen. Even the motor was left sprawled as if it no longer mattered. It doesn't mean anything like his life story now. That's what he felt in his heart.

"Jeav-"

"I'm fine," prune Jeaven immediately before Brent says more. He just passed by the manager of his team who already looked anxious about his current condition.

Upon arrival in the circuit building, Jeaven was not able to get the desired rest time. Brent apparently still intends to shake his tongue to lecture him.

"You're really why? Can't you focus more on racing? One more week you'll be flying to Switzerland for MotoGP." Brent paused his chatter but the eyes could not be separated from the flat expression of Jeaven who seemed to enter the right ear and out the left ear. "You're really .. hah!" In the end, it can only lead to frustration.

Brent took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He tried to scoop up a mountain of patience before returning to the grid. This time the tone was made a little low so that the tension remained safe.

"Try you to stand in front of the mirror and look at your face." Brent pointed to some traces of wounds that adorned Jeaven's handsome face. The injury resulted from the carelessness of his monitor son while training on the dirt track. "You look pathetic" he added with a sad feeling.

In recent months Brent has been frustrated by the change in Jeaven where he lacks focus while training. The team manager even had to be willing to get used to his heart being tickled by the sensation of bitter shakes because the man in cold paras many times fell while playing on the track.

"Your hand is hurt too?" Brent again showed his anxious attitude as the eyes caught a few more wounds in the knuckles of the Jeaven.

"Small little scratches."

It felt like Brent kicked all the shapes of objects that were around as a form of exasperation. But baby, it's nothing more than wishful thinking. Jeaven's answer that seemed relaxed made the team manager increasingly massaged his chest.

Luckily, Jeaven did not get any serious injuries. However, that does not mean Brent can take it for granted.

Brent who was still standing now turned to a sitting position next to Jeaven who looked silent and preoccupied with his own thoughts. Stared at the flat expression in front of him with eyes full of concern.

"I don't know what problem you're facing right now, but whatever it is don't make an excuse to tear down your professional attitude, Jeaven." Brent paused his speech to justify a more comfortable sitting position. "If it's still like this, it's the same as killing yourself in the middle of your career struggle all along. And in this year's MotoGP season you're again predicted as the strongest candidate. Do you want to break our trust?"

"That's not gonna happen."

"Can I believe what you said just now?"

"I won't say much to make you believe."

"Yes I know you're the minimal-saying but action-rich type of person, but this time you make me doubt."

"Hey! I'm not done talking. Be polite a little, at least my age is on par with your father's," prevent Brent when Jeaven began to move from his seat.

"There's more?" Jeaven asked with a flat nose.

A long breath accompanied a footrest that brought Brent's body to stand up balanced the position of Jeaven. "I beg you to be more focused and careful. Your safety is also precious."

"Alright," replied Jeaven and immediately turned his legs intending to waltz away.

However, his intention was undone for a moment and returned to rotate the body until the eyes caught Brent was shaking his guard while wiping his chest because he had to reap patience in dealing with it.

"What's wrong?" Brent immediately sensitized with the Jeaven gelagat who seemed to want to say something important.

"Please arrange my meeting with the woman and her father."

"For what?" Brent's gaze probed.

"To straighten out that issue."

Brent is back on serious mimicry. "Listen to me first. I think just let the issue of your closeness with Adaline Maunder drag on for some time. Adaline Maunder is the daughter of a parliamentarian. He's also one of your fanatics. Didn't you even benefit because this can increase your popularity in the world of cross-racing and entertainment?" He tried to convince.

"The woman has arbitrarily used her status by spreading the news of the hoax that harmed me!" Tejas Jeaven doesn't seem to like it.

"Come, Jeav. You can get a lot of sponsorship deals too." Brent is still steadfastly shaking up the establishment of Jeaven. "There will be no heart hurt by your issue. You-" The manager suddenly had to swallow his saliva, which was heavy because of the sharp gaze of Jeaven. He was very sure that his interlocutor was offended.

"Well I'll arrange your meeting schedule" Brent broke up quickly without waiting for Jeaven's scathing word. And at that moment he could feel relieved because the cold man finally sauntered away.

There is a heart I must take care of. The issue must be immediately addressed.

Jeaven's inner whisper in between her footsteps towards the toilet. Indeed, he had already endured the discomfort in his stomach.

"Well! What the hell am I?" Jeaven complained after spewing out all of his stomach contents.

The man carried both hands resting on both sides of the sink to withstand the weight of his body that felt helpless. For the past two months, he was completely tormented by the nausea and dizziness that continued to whack without pause.

"Jesslyn." At a time like this, only Jesslyn's figure continued to ring in her mind.

His mind wanted to scream to spill all over. Especially considering his search for two months has not seen results.

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