Trapped in Ramadhan
Part 15 - Black Gems

...Black Gem...

13 Ramadan. Nightly.

If you're the only genie left on Earth for nearly two weeks and have to live among the many humans 99% of whom can't see you, you'll need a hobby to keep yourself focused and not die of boredom. Because that's exactly what I'm doing, pursuing a new hobby. But you may be wondering what kind of hobby can satisfy the desires of the Jin Nation whose tastes are clearly far beyond the Human Nation? The answer is Defeating Humans in their own game!

The last few nights I've been busying myself with my speed training. I did that by taking part in the wild races held by the humans. It's not that I'm officially in, there's nothing official about wild racing anyway. But I'm going to come in from the starting position and run as fast as I can to match the human-driven motorcycles commonly called "Jockeys" this. And I did pretty well. My acceleration improved and my manoeuvres improved from night to night. Not to mention I always win. It's not boasting, but the speed of a human motor is no match for the speed of a Dark Jin like me.

But I have to admit it's not easy. I focused myself on stepping on the asphalt and not penetrating it. It also means I can be touched by other things. If I wasn't careful I'd end up in a collision with a human. And it could end badly for them. But thankfully all this time I managed to avoid an accident. This is also part of my speed control training. If I don't focus, I can run fast through human vehicles, and racing will be easy. By focusing myself on not breaking through while running fast, that's where the challenge lies for Jin like me.

Every night I finish one race and move on to the next. Be it racing on a straight track to determine the best speed. Or race on a winding track to test the best skills. From racing with modified duck bikes, matic bikes, sport bikes, to scooter races. I kept running beyond one after another of the best wild racing jockeys in town. I moved from racing in Central, West, North, East, and now South.

During my time in the wild racing world of humans, I heard rumors of a wild race of the upper class attended by humans who have a lot of wealth. And the most famous racing jockey in that race is called the Black Gem. Yeah, yeah, I know. Two-wheeled Gang? White Mafia? Black Gem? The taste of naming humans is never satisfactory. But here I am! Ready to run beyond the Black Gem!

I'm at the far end of the Southern District, far from the city center. The race tonight will take place on an asphalt road that crosses a sugarcane plantation that is acres in size. With lighting coming from lights on the side of the road that are lined with a certain distance from each other. But tonight the unobstructed light of the moon shines on this place.

This race is arguably the most challenging because of the strict rules that are different from other street racing. This race track is approximately 10 km of asphalt road with a little turn. If other racing jockeys will use their modified motors that have been often used to practice. Here all three racing jockeys are required to ride the same motor, three factory-issued standard sport motorcycles without modification. Although without modification, the bike is still fast, so it still needs adjustments to drive it at high speed. But the jockey is not allowed to try the bike before the race.

This group of race organizers who also choose the track, always change the model of the motorbike and race track in every race that is done once a month. The new jockeys will be given an explanation of the race track after coming to the location given to them. Trying to bribe them to get detailed information about the bike and the race track is also useless. That's what I hear from humans.

Organizer preparation is also not kidding for just a wild race. They record with drones that are high enough to capture images with a wide range. And they also install cameras on the front and back of the motor. The video images captured from those cameras were broadcast live to the mobile phones of the bettors either coming directly to the location or looking from elsewhere. There was one minibus filled with computers and electronic devices that seemed to operate as their broadcasting headquarters.

Bettors do not bet with money. Except for valuables like gold and diamonds. As I told you before. This is the place where humans are rich with many treasures. All the expensive equipment was just to facilitate the Wild Race, and all the possessions at stake were only to the three people who were speeding together by riding a motorbike in the middle of the night. I will never be able to understand the gambling desires of mankind. And I don't intend to understand it.

There are currently only two Jockeys. Both are young men in their mid-twenties. The tall youth and the shorter Youth. One more Jockey who hasn't come, The Black Jewel.

"That's it!" Said his friend Young tall when he saw five motorsports coming closer.

Each of the bikes was driven by five Youths who had the logo of the Two-wheeled Gang on their leather jackets. Each of them hugged one girl. But one girl looks very different. The girl was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket, fitted with a pair of similar colored shoes and gloves. And the girl was also wearing a full face helmet that covered her face. Other riders are required to wear helmets, an object that is usually overlooked by other wild races. But their helmets were unglazed to make it easier for them to see on dark paths, unlike those of the reflective girl. From his all-black appearance with a shiny helmet, I began to understand why this Jockey was called the Black Gem.

So it turns out that the Jockey known as the Black Gem is a Two-wheeled Girl Gang member. I wonder why I am not surprised.

Accompanied by the Youth with a black chip-shaped piercing in both ears, the Black Gem approached the adult male with a thick brew that was a representative of the Organizer.

"I don't think you're coming, Rimba." Said Si Brewok.

"If you're late, how can you win?" Ask Si Brewok.

"The Black Gem comes last because the Winner doesn't wait for anyone else." Answer Jungle. "Just a loser waiting." Reciprocity.

Afterwards Si Brewok collects the Black Gem with two other Jockeys and shows footage from drones showing their race tracks. Then the three of them took a number draw to determine which bike they would drive. All three motors are exactly the same to the color of the paint. So I don't understand the point of this draw.

"Black Gem! This is our first race." Said the tall Jockey while extending his hand. But the Black Gem just nodded at him before passing towards his part motorbike.

"He is so." The Sambar Jockey is shorter. "Sexy and mysterious... I will get used to it too."

"You ever race against him?" Ask the Jockey.

"Once." The shorter jockey nodded. "And now I won't lose again."

Then they put on a helmet and headed to their motorbike which was on the left-right flanking the Black Gem in the middle.

I'm getting ready behind the 250 cc bike line. In front of me, they started the engine. As soon as the forward signal is given, the three motors race away from the starting line. I didn't run after them. Less challenging if so. After the three bikes in front of me drove more than 100 meters then I started running chasing.

I can't go as fast as Ri-val in the first steps. But the further and longer I run my speed will continue to increase. I put both my legs together, and both my hands to keep my balance. The faster I ran, the closer I was to the three bikes. And the gust of wind that felt on me gave a sensation of pleasure itself as the world passed quickly around me. Even if I don't chase after human jockeys, this feeling will never bore me. But now I have to go beyond those who are getting closer. That's when it happened...

After covering a distance of about 7 km, my distance from the three motors in front of me was only about 7 meters. The three jockeys competed fiercely while traveling at high speed with a very close distance from each other. They precede each other. Don't let either of them lead for too long before overtaking him. Then suddenly the drone that had been recording their actions fell down in front of them. The tall jockey who was in front was shocked and lost his balance while trying to dodge the drone that was about to hit his head. As a result, his bike hit the shorter Jockey and they both fell dragged down the asphalt road.

I who was behind them was no less surprised. Fortunately I who had run fast had jumped one of the motorcycles that were dragged in front of me and immediately moved to the side avoiding the tall Joki who was rolling on the asphalt. I slowed down my pace before finally stopping along with the Black Gem which also stopped the bike.

The Black Gem also lost balance due to the sudden accident. But the girl managed to quickly master her bike to regain stability. The distance is only a few meters from the tall Jockey who is now lying in the middle of the asphalt. While the shorter Jockey who was dragged out of the asphalt almost followed the motor he was driving fell into a trench at the boundary of the sugarcane plantation. But they both still move.

When I saw the two of them lying down after the accident, I was drawn to another place again. This time I was driving with two other young men on my right and left. They were the young men I had seen before. On my right there is a young man who always wears a batik-patterned headband riding a Black-White painted motorcycle. And on my left was a young man whose head was bleeding, but now it's still fine. With a big smile, he rode a motorbike painted Green leaves. I was riding a Red Motorbike. And from the side of the rearview mirror that led to the person sitting in the back, I could see the beautiful girl I had also seen before.

The three of them were happy, clearly visible on their faces. And to express his happiness, the Youth with a stylish headband by lifting his bike and resting only on the rear tire. He drove smoothly within a few meters, until suddenly he began to lose balance, drift to the side, and fell with his left leg bent. Finally the young man lay in pain on the street.

Then I was pulled back into the present. I saw the Black Gem coming down from the motor. I didn't roll on the asphalt, but the world seemed to turn upside down when I saw the Black Jewel unlock its helmet. The face behind the helmet was the face I had seen until I had memorized it well. The girl was the same girl who worked as a Package Delivery Courier. The girl who owns Drako the Black cat. The original identity of the Black Gem was Rossa!