The Love of the Racer
It's Time to Know

The race atmosphere was already felt from the gate of the Bremgarten circuit area. Thousands of humans also seemed to crowd the audience seat area. Enthusiasm was also seen as they raised the volume of cheers accompanying the roar of the racer's motor engine that echoed throughout the circuit ceiling.

On the track, the world's racers showed each other on iron horses. They compete with each other with courage. The threat of risk that can be blocked at any time does not even shrink the guts. Hearts are afraid to win medals. An award medal that is the dream of a true rider.

Jeaven is currently leading the way. On top of the battlefield he actually showed his fangs to the opponent. Although in the qualifying session did not succeed in fighting for pole position, but it was not used as a submissive spirit to win the championship.

*Pole position term is used for the fastest racer in the qualifying session and entitled to occupy the front-most starting position.

And now his hard work is evident in front of thousands of eyes. In the last lap round Jeaven managed to be the first to cross the finish line with a record breaking speed of 363.6 km/h.

Out of the track area, Ice Gun rider J.J was seen walking gallantly up the first podium to receive the award given directly from the head of state. His hands were outstretched followed by the body slightly bowing as it received the gift of a trophy.

Jeaven does not look so expressive in front of many eyes even though he is the champion. Even his smile was not as wide as the smile of the two racing participants who only got two and three positions. But the twinkle of pride still seemed to comment on his handsome face.

"Hey, Jeav. Where are you going again?" Brent continues to follow the steps of Jeaven who does not seem to love him.

After attending a press conference session after the race Jeaven left the area without any intention of returning to the team basecamp first. From the moment the man seemed to be in a hurry as if he was chasing time.

"Jeez!" As neither had been responded to, Brent called back with a voice rising several child tones. He slightly increased the speed of the footsteps and blocked right in front of Jeaven's huge body.

"What's wrong?" Finally Jeaven made a sound after his footwork paused. The way of speaking sounded calm as if Brent was struggling because his actions were unable to arouse pity.

"Where are you going? Later that night we will have to attend a dinner with the company president who sponsored you. Don't crawl anymore. I can get dizzy from worrying about you." Brent again reminded with his typical scolding.

"Yes I know."

"Where are you going?" The last two days Brent really had to stroke his chest many times. Jeaven always went without saying goodbye even though there are many activities that must be done during the MotoGP racing season.

"I want to see someone."

"Who?" Brent keeps intoring.

"You don't need to know."

"But I have to know because you're fully my responsibility during this racing season."

A few seconds of Jeaven made Brent put on a questioning face because of his difficult-to-read gaze. However, the expression of the team manager changed immediately when Jeaven spoke again.

"You'd be very guilty if you stopped me from meeting my woman and my son."

"Your lady? The kid? You-"

"For that dinner, you take it easy. I'll come" said Jeaven, leaving Brent speechless with a look of disbelief.

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In a kitchen hotel several pairs of eyes kitchen staff are looking full of long backs who are busy berjibaku with kitchen tools and materials. The kitchen staff who were the majority of the women were repeatedly amazed in the heart.

"Thank you for letting me use the hotel kitchen. It's for you guys." He who was none other than Jeaven put some money sheets on the table located right in front of the kitchen staff.

As is the custom, Jeaven does like to waltz away without waiting for an interlocutor's response. Before coming out of the kitchen hotel he did not forget to take food processed by his hands.

Jee Boutique was his destination after this. Jesslyn's shadow really created a sense of heartbreak. Yes, restless if miss is not treated immediately. Although, the idol is still loyal to bend face if he meets him until now. However, the man tried to hold his chest to understand. He was the one who started to hurt.

From the main entrance Monica out approached Jeaven who was already standing near the boutique building. "Have it come from before?" He said while observing the face of Jeaven that is not covered by a mask. His forehead and temples were drenched in sweat.

Monica knew very well how the father of Jesslyn's child was already very hard working. Yesterday after a free practice session on the circuit, Jeaven immediately took the time to cook what Jesslyn wanted. And now the guy is doing the same thing after coming off the track.

"Just now." Jeaven replied while giving the bag of food from his hand and immediately greeted Monica.

"This time I'll tell you that this food is from you."

"He wouldn't eat it if he knew it was from me."

"Yes, it's up to you. You're not in either?" Tawar Monica knows that Jeaven wants to meet Jesslyn.

"What is he doing?"

"He's on top, asleep. Looks like he is very tired of having to prepare a fashion show that will be held 3 more days." Monica paused her sentence to let out a long sigh. "Don't you think she's a strong woman. For a few days staying with me I secretly saw her crying every night. Can't you do something?"

"You go in first. Tell him to eat first" said Jeaven.

"Then you?"

"I have to call someone first."

"All right."

Along with the body of Monica who returned to the Jeaven boutique immediately reached into her cellphone and made a voice call.

"Yes, Honey. What's the matter with you calling Auntie? Congratulations on your victory. Aunty was watching the live broadcast of your race on tivi." Allesya's Enthusiastic voice was immediately heard after the call was connected.

"Thank you, Auntie." Jeaven scooped up more self-worth before continuing the conversation. "Auntie."

"Yes, Honey. What's up?" Allesya's soft voice sounded heart-soothing.

"Jesslyn is here."

"REally?!"

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