TWILIGHT
50

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Awkward but feels real bubbly in the chest.

"Well, yeah, yeah." Arga stopped the motor suddenly.

"Why Brother?" The Dusk reflex came down from the motor and stood nearby.

Arga checked his bike for a moment. "The tires are leaking," Arga said then with a bad heart.

Dusk also looked at the Arga motorcycle tire. "That's no nail, brother?" ask Dusk by showing a foreign object on the rear tire of the Arga motorbike.

Arga squatted down there. "Well, what a shit." Arga immediately pulled out the nail and watched it carefully. These nails are still new, right? As reckless as I am if the nails are this big I can definitely avoid on the road.

"How do you feel, brother?" ask Dusk.

Arga got up by holding the tacks in his hand. "Yes should be taken to the tire patch." Arga. "If you want to keep the tire patch far away...."

Dusk looked at Arga who seemed to have not finished his words.

"If the one near us should puter back to the tire patch on the school deck." Arga sighed after finishing his words.

"So?"

"Do you mind walking back to school?" asked Arga in doubt.

"No problem" said the cheerful twilight.

"Is it really okay?" ask Arga again.

Dusk nodded. "Hu'um."

"OK on." Arga immediately carried his motorbike spinning along with Dusk beside him.

Tin

A motor appeared beside the two. The twilight of his forehead frowned seeing the biker smiling at him.

"Senja, you haven't come home yet?" ask the boy.

Twilight just shook his head and raised his gaze on Arga.

"What do you need?" Arga deliberately did not mention the name of the person he was talking to. He does know her name but Arga feels the two do not know each other.

"I'm just like him" said the boy who pointed at Dusk using his chin, "but why did you answer."

"Duh The Boss anyway, instead of being friendly, sweetened so that Dusk captivated even noh face in sangar-sangarin."

"Tau ah, your friend."

The two people who were hiding since then were indeed in charge of watching Dusk and Arga.

"Free dong we've been hard to machine Arga tires so that the Boss can nganter Dusk."

"Akh!!!"

The two supervisors turned to hear the screams of Dusk. There Arga saw holding the twilight that fell due to Indra's punch. Yes, the motorcyclist who approaches Arga and Dusk is Indra.

"Wire, the Boss can't afford to be dusk."

"Well, where do the caves know. You can talk just so you don't see the cave!" rayi's grumbling started to panic. "Samperin is not yes."

"Samperin. Can bonyok Indra if it's alone."

"If the cave there cave can also bonyok be*o!" timpal Rayi's.

Bugh bugh bugh!

"Samperins, samperins! Can get to Indra!" Edo runs followed by Rayi to help Indra. Although it was less likely to defeat Arga, they could at least reduce Indra's ration.

"Bang, Bang, stop Bang!" yelled Rayi who tried to hold Arga to stop his attack on Indra.

Bugh!

Rayi. A bogem landed on his right jaw. "Duh Mak! My handsome face is stained." He grimaced with pain on part of his face.

"Bang, please Bang." Now it was Edo's turn to plead with Arga. He stood in front of the fallen Indra.

Arga prepared with a strong clenched hand.

Edo resigned with his eyes closed.

Crick krik krik

It doesn't hurt anyway. Arga hit, right? Inner Edo. He immediately opened his eyes. His eyes immediately widened to look at the scene before him. Wah Si Bos can burn this fire. He then looked at Indra who looked slick. Not only because of the wounds that Arga presented, but his sad gaze towards Dusk who now embraced Arga. Ah, the Boss is a business lately. If not because of that boy who swooped Arga, I must also get a bogem ration. Not willing to waste time, Edo immediately helped Indra to stand up and immediately took her away from there. "Ray, bring Indra's motor!"

"Silence..."

The twilight was silent and still lingered in its place.

Arga grabbed the phone in his pants pocket. He typed something up and shortly afterwards re-saved his phone afterwards.

"Sit yuk." Arga invited Dusk to sit on the grass by the roadside. "It's a break."

Dusk. "Sister..."

"Hm."

"Are you okay?" ask Dusk.

Arga did not answer. He looked at the tip of the left eyebrow that had been hit by Indra's punch and tried to touch it.

"Aw!"

"illness?" ask Arga.

Dusk nodded.

Arga wasn't hurt at all, because none of the punches hit him. In contrast to Dusk which precisely had to feel Indra's punch.

"Why were you wearing your nyelonong in front of me?" asked Arga who looked back at the face of Dusk.

"I'm afraid Brother got hit" said Dusk.

Arga smile. "I was in addition to learning to hit also learn how not to hit Dusk..."

"meaning?" Dusk turned his head to return Arga's gaze which had been directed at him since.

"Do you know who I am? I mean in school my job is other than studying?"

Dusk nodded.

"In martial arts we are taught martial techniques that can be used when being pressed. In general, there are two martial techniques that are attacking and defending. I attacked to defend. Different again if again in the arena, we must defend to determine an attack that can take down the opponent." Arga told me with a look of laughter. Eh, I said that much Dusk ngerti huh? Arga immediately looked at Dusk. And sure enough, Dusk looked at him with a look of wonder.

"Mas, sorry for the long wait?" Angga had just arrived and was approaching Arga immediately. "Eh that's why the temple is Dik Dusk?" asked Angga when he saw the wound that began to turn blue at the corner of the eyebrow Dusk.

Twilight touched his wound, "aw...! How sick is it?" ogre.

Arga looked back at Dusk. "You want me to go straight back to where Angga used to compress your wounds?"

"Who's been healing for so long?" instead of answering Dusk, he asked back.

"What hurt does it hurt?" ask Arga.

"His wound," replied Dusk as he touched his wound. But this time he was no longer moaning. "If the pain can still hold, but the scars..." You can ask these macems at home.

"Their?" reset Arga.

"Imply if it looks and gets caught right at home..." Dusk did not continue his sentence, but Arga knew what he meant.

"To the house of Angga aja Mas, in the compress continues in the love ointment. Mom just bought it. Even if it is not directly cross, it is quite bad," Angga bargained.

"May I try? You want to, right?" ask Arga at Dusk.

Dusk nodded.

"Yes, Dusk first yes Angga, I push this motor to the workshop." Arga then got up to his bike. As he began to walk, Dusk suddenly ran in alignment with him. "Well, the way is. You're in Angga's bell?"

Dusk shook.

"Mas, let me just go to the tire patch, like Dik Dusk does not want to be boncengin," said Angga with a teasing look. But it did not last long because of Arga's sharp gaze that was cast on him.

"The same Angga yes..."

The twilight came back.

Arga sighed and lowered his motor standard. "Yes already."

Dusk and Arga also berboncengan using Angga motor leave the Empunya motorbike that pushes the motor towards the tire patcher.

TBC.

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