Young Mom Charm
Racecourse

“What's up here?” lusy asked as he opened the door and saw Zayn now standing before him.

“You want to go?” zayn asked when he saw that Lusy was well-dressed.

After talking and arguing a little with his mother, Zayn opted out just to calm his mind.

“Joya called me, he said if you want to invite me to see the place he will use to open a boutique,” replied Lusy.

“Then let me deliver, I'm already here.”

Lusy looked clumsy at Zayn's words, but then nodded in agreement as he did not want to let the man of goodwill to him down.

They also go to the address that Joya sent. There they looked at the store that would be used as a boutique.

“The location is strategic, here also not too many clothing stores. What say?” ask Joya to Lusy.

Lusy looked around, and then looked at Joya who was waiting for her answer.

“The place is good, it is very suitable, Joy.”

Joya was happy because Lusy agreed and matched the place she chose, so they contacted the owner and said if they would rent the place. After reviewing the store that will be used as a boutique, they also ate together.

“Can Cheryl stay at my place?” joya asks who really misses the toddler.

Lusy turned to Cheryl who was sitting next to him and was busy eating strawberries.

“Of course you can,” replied Lusy.

Zayn watched Lusy, when near the woman, there was no desire to take his eyes off Lusy.

After the meal was over, the day had changed by night, the street lights and buildings had already started to light up the contents of the city.

Now Zayn and Lusy live in the car because Cheryl was invited by Joya.

“This day you continue with me, indeed you have not worked?” ask Lusy to break the silence of the car cabin. Ever since they separated from Joya, the two just sat quietly staring at the asphalt of the street.

Zayn glanced at it, and then smiled.

“Maybe tomorrow I will just return to the company,” replied Zayn.

Lusy nodded before then choosing to look back at the asphalt road, the car cabin was now back in silence, only the sound of the engine was heard.

Until Zayn's phone suddenly rang, the young man saw the name plastered there.

“Halo.” Zayn immediately answered a call from his friend.

“Zayn, can you come to the racecourse now?” A man's voice sounded from across the call.

Zayn deliberately turned on the loudspeaker because it was impossible to drive while holding the phone.

“What's the problem?” asked Zayn who had not come to the place for a long time because he was busy chasing Lusy.

“Ya, little.”

Zayn ended the call, then turned to look at Lusy who was already staring at him.

“I have a short business to do, do you mind if we go there for a while?” zayn asked for permission, if Lusy did not want to come, then he would choose to take the woman first.

“No problem.”

One answer made Zayn smile because Lusy didn't mind.

They also went to a place that is usually held wild racing. In that place it looks so crowded with many young men and girls who come to see wild racing, large-capacity motorbikes parked neatly lined up along the road.

“You wait here for a while, I won't be long,” said Zayn while removing the seat belt.

Lusy nodded in response to Zayn's remark, then looked at the young man out of the car. He looked at Zayn who was walking towards the crowd of youths who seemed to directly welcome Zayn's arrival.

Lusy waited there, noticing the bustling surroundings with teenagers aged between seventeen to twenty-five, there was probably more. While waiting, Zayn's phone on the dashboard kept ringing, Lusy just looked and did not dare to answer.

The call ended, but a second later it rang again. Lusy finally chose to take and see the writing ‘Mama’ plastered on the screen. Think if maybe it's an important call. Lusy decides to follow Zayn and inform him of the call.

Zayn's phone still rings when it's in Lusy's grasp. The woman had just closed the car door and was intending to catch up with Zayn, until suddenly there was someone who nudged her arm a little hard.

“If the road use eyes!” as a young man who nudged Lusy.

The smell of alcohol gushed from the young man's mouth, so that Lusy could smell the pungent odor produced from the alcoholic beverage.

“Sorry,” said Lusy who doesn't want to make trouble there.

Lusy intended to leave immediately, but his arm was suddenly blocked by the young man earlier.

“Wow ... it turns out you bule.” The young man smirked while holding Lusy back.

“Don't be brash, release!” Lusy tried to pull the young man's hand from his arm, but the young man clutched Lusy's arm tightly.

“What is bule doing here? Lost or looking for pleasure?” The young man stared intensely at Lusy who was indeed sweet.

Lusy was still trying to take off the young man's hand, but in vain because the young man was clutching tightly until his arm hurt.

“What are you alone? Want to come with me?” ask the young man who has been affected by alcohol, a question that is actually a forced invitation.

“I have nothing to do with you, let go!” Lusy keeps trying to take off. He started to get scared, turning his head towards Zayn who was standing some distance away and turned his back on him.

The young man was very upset that Lusy had rejected him. He reached out and touched Lusy's cheek.

Lusy who did not accept immediately slapped into the young man's cheek. “Don't be brash!”

Lusy's voice was so loud, that it made the people nearby turn their heads towards them.

“Basic damn chick!” the young man was furious at being hit by a slap.

The young man was angry, raising his hand and preparing to hit Lusy.