Wagering
Accident

Ever since his motorbike drove past Sabiru and their gazes met, Baskara had filled his head with just the girl's name. Not a second had he been lost, having been imprinted there even for a long time.

The gas lever was still pulled until stuck, but the focus was no longer on the race track that he passed. The motor that was originally speeding in the first order was now pushed back to third after two other bikes managed to overtake.

Now, the desire to win the race is not a top priority for Baskara. He actually thought a lot about how he pulled Sabiru back into his arms. Whether to use subtle means, or he had to drag the girl by force.

Whatever the case, Baskara feels he must pull Blue back immediately before the girl actually falls for the charms of a Fabian. For Baskara, he can release any girl for Fabian—or his other friends—except Sabiru. If you have to fight a blow though, Baskara will not mind as long as it can make him get the girl back.

Selfish. Indeed indeed. For a long time, if his business was Sabiru, Baskara never minded being the most selfish person in the world.

The more exhausted the race track he went, Baskara's mind was getting noisier. And the bad news is that his focus did not return even when he was close to the finish line. Where in front is now a bend, and he failed to control his motorbike so that the iron horse ended up screwing, making him fall on the road and then roll around until finally his body stopped when his back looked at the sidewalk.

Baskara grimaced with the pain felt in his back, no longer had time to think about how the fate of his crumbling bike in the middle of the road. Four other motors behind him one by one stop, they flocked to park the original motorbike and immediately approached to provide help.

"Bas!" yelled one of them, whom Baskara later identified as Reno. "Lo's still okay?" asked the young man in panic.

With great pain on his back, Baskara tried to get up. The heavy full face helmet he took off with great difficulty, only to present a silly smile that instantly made Reno scratch.

"Sat! This is not the time to smile!" without knowing that Baskara's back area was injured, Reno arbitrarily threw a punch.

Although not too hard, but the punch landed on the back shoulder, close to the back area that felt like it was broken, so Baskara could not hide the expression of pain that was immediately captured by Reno, Juan and two other friends.

"It hurts?" juan panicked. The muscular youth was ready to stand by behind Baskara's body.

Baskara just nodded his head. The pain in his back had even now managed to make his head feel throbbing violently. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip to simply refrain from groaning that he thought would not be cool at all.

Juan, without saying much, pulled the phone out of his pants pocket. His hand moved agilely looking for someone's number, then dialed that number just a second after finding it.

Luckily he also did not have to hear too many waiting tones because someone across directly picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"Bubarin the kids, Baskara fell on the track." Declared.

"Great?" someone sounded panicked.

Juan, who did not want to add to the panic, tried his best to answer calmly. "So far I haven't seen any external injuries, but his back is like an injury." He explains. "Tell the kids, disband don't mess around, fear there's another officer on patrol." Its effects. Given the race they are doing now is a wild race, Juan certainly does not want the police to snoop them because the business will be long.

"Okay, I'm ready for the car to take him to the hospital."

"Sip. Spiel, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"In addition to the back, where else does it hurt?" tanyanya, while circulating the view to examine the body parts of Baskara that may be injured.

Baskara shook weakly. "I don't know, the one in my back hurts so much that I can't handle anything else."

"How can you still smile?!" Reno sewot's.

Baskara glanced at Reno at a glance, then rested her head on Juan's chest. "Let's not worry." His eagle.

Reno only muttered silently, then instructed the other two friends to take care of Baskara's rattled motor.

Two friends who were given the trust immediately moved deftly. Reno and Juan are focused on ensuring that there are no worrisome injuries other than those on Baskara's back.

A few minutes later, a Fortuner stopped across the street. From inside, Fabian appeared who immediately ran over, his face was clearly panicked and it could not be hidden at all.

However, the presence of another figure who also ran behind Fabian is another distraction that finally managed to make Baskara's smile faintly rise in the middle of the ringis in pain.

Sabiru was there. And although it was faint, Baskara could see that the girl was also feeling worried.

"The cut can be original? I'm afraid the injury to his back is getting worse if we're from the haul" Cerosos Fabian. Also worried that their actions will worsen Baskara's condition. Because if only they were not running a wild race, Fabian would prefer to call an ambulance to ensure the safety of the young man.

"Have a bismillah," said Reno, without a second thought.

In the midst of trying to endure the pain, Baskara still had time to correct. "Lo non-muslim, by the way." Which of course made the pair of horns on Reno's head appear suddenly.

"It's not the time to joke, so just shut up." Reno said as she glared.

Baskara no longer replied, because after that, Juan and Fabian immediately took to lifting his body to the car. Reno who is considered the most expert in driving is finally assigned as a driver, while the conscious Blue can not help much just tailing behind while carrying Baskara's full face helmet which was originally hidden on the asphalt.

In the rear passenger seat, Baskara sits in the middle, flanked by Juan and Fabian. So inevitably, Blue was forced to sit in the front passenger seat, accompanying Reno who then drove recklessly.

"Loose, motherfucker! It's wrong we all went to the ER!" baskara protests from behind.

Reno did not break the rant, and instead stepped deeper on the gas pedal. His hands were so skillful at turning the steering wheel, carrying their cars darkly among the other vehicles that crowded the streets.

Everyone in the car was panicking, so maybe no one would be aware that Blue was currently stealing a glance at Baskara through the rearview mirror.

The girl squeezed both of her hands that were on top of her lap. Quietly biting the inner cheek to ease concerns related to Baskara's condition.

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