Bad Boy Agents

Match

Ironically, the silence that Barkah felt was inversely proportional to the condition of the road his daughter was going through. The noise of motorcycle mufflers running around chasing each other, continues to sound loud at sahuti by the cheers of their respective champion supporters.

Gayatri became one of the contestants at the match. The girl with the jet-black iron horse was in sixth place when the match began. Only one round was completed. The gas handle is on the runway getting faster to the maximum RPM. Slightly slowing down when turning a sharp corner.

BRAK!!!

One motor in front of Gayatri fell because it was less balanced. The motor rotates in the middle of the road until it sparks. Gayatri immediately dodged, taking the right side to pass the motor. Some motor behind him followed by even hit the motor whose wheels maish spinning it. Luckily a Gayatri is still focused and can continue his journey towards the second round.

“Line 2!” one woman exclaimed as Gayatri passed the flag holder.

Gayatri is driving faster. Overtaking around the corner until his knees almost hit the black asphalt.

“Aaaaakkk ajig! Almost aja! HUH!!!” the god cried while holding his head. His hands clenched furiously at the action of Gayatri who almost kissed the black asphalt.

Thanks to the call at the turn Gayatri managed to precede the fourth and third positions. The competition is getting hotter, now the racers in positions one and two start to issue strategies. Riding his motorbike with zigzag until his legs continue to try to ride the Gayatri motorbike. The girl began to have difficulty dodging and difficulty controlling her iron horse.

“Lo thinks you'll win from me, huh?” exclaim that man.

Gayatri smiled faintly at the cry. “Certainly must win, cheating people are not worthy of being winners!” the girl bravely.

On a straight road, Gayatri deliberately kept his distance from his opponent, choosing a right lane that was quite far from his opponent. In a position that makes him confident, the girl is steady to use the NOS that Galih had installed on his bike. In one pull, Gayatri's motorbike darted quickly overtook the second rider.

“Crazy the Aya, how brave he is. In front is an anjir!! It can fall if it is not balanced!” Anton panics, running after Gayatri to see the girl's game from a visible angle.

“Pake motor lo, we follow from outside. I'm worried he's falling. Can be finished if he gets jatoh.” Zaidan immediately climbed on the Anton motorbike whose CC engine was more or less the same as the Gayatri motorbike.

“Handle!” anton quickly nodded. He immediately started the engine and soon followed Gayatri from outside. It looks like Gayatri will soon arrive at the last corner before the finish.

Zaidan and his friends' hearts pounded when they saw Gayatri maneuver, the motor turned and almost stuck to the asphalt surface.

“Aaakkkk, watch out Ayaaa!!!” zaidan shouted while gripping Anton's shoulder that was piggybacking on him.

Anton and the Gods did not dare to look. The atmosphere was suddenly silent for a while, time was creeping slowly. Only the sound of their heart beating sounded fast and powerful.

Brak!!

Gayatri's opponent's motorbike again crashed along with Gayatri's efforts that managed to conquer the last corner. In the next second the girl carried her bike back upright, cruising smoothly at high speed over the finish line.

The audience cheered the success of the rider. Gayatri immediately slammed the handlebar, pressing the brake handling until the motor turned 180 degrees and left a puff of black smoke and a trail of black tires on thick asphalt.

Motorcycle speed stopped, Gayatri was attacked by the audience and cheers were full of admiration for the great attractions of Gayatri that night. A man opened a champagne bottle that he sprayed into the air along with fireworks flashing across the dark night sky.

Gayatri smiled with satisfaction to find himself successfully conquering the circuit that is not easy. They opened a bottle of water to celebrate Gayatri's victory. Not a few who are upset because they are defeated by the figure of the rider who did not open his helmet. But most of them can only be amazed at the racing skills of the champion.

Inside his helmet, Gayatri closed her eyes for a moment while still breathing out. Almost he was wretched in the last round, but luck still sat him down.

“BRENGSEK LO AYA! LO MAKE MY HEART ALMOST OUT!!” zaidan shouted as he hugged Gayatri tightly.

Gayatri only breathed rough, thinking that she might end up tonight.

“Udah I said, you have to believe me,” timpal the girl casually even though the feeling is not that relaxed. Several times his heart was like sagging and resigned if then the wheel had to stop because of a defeat. He broke his embrace from Zaidan, the man looked into Gayatri's eyes in the helmet with a smile full of pride while patting Gayatri's shoulder.

“Congratulations Yes! Lo cool!” said the god who stretched out his hand to Gayatri. Gayatri replied to him and they patted each other on the arm. As well as other Gayatri friends, they congratulated Gayatri on her success.

From a distance, a man also walked over to him. The man who did not take off his helmet clenched his hands in the air and saluted Gayatri's victory. From the way it went, of course Gayatri knew who the man was.

Yes, he is Shaka. The man who hung up when David sent the message, "Gayatri races tonight." I think he wanted to grumble at the bad girl. But looking at Gayatri who was still standing upright in her place, that annoyance turned into a sense of pride.

Gayatri was smiling knots inside her helmet. Not yet arrived Shaka in front of Gayatri, the girl had already pulled her hand to climb onto the podium made from the arrangement of drink kerat. The girl was asked to receive a prize money of one hundred and fifty million rupiah. Camera flashes capture the moment of Gayatri's victory. Like dejavu, because he had also felt euphoria like this when with Galih. Unfortunately, he is alone now.

It feels sad and makes a mess.

“Lo can take off your helmet?” ask the man who handed over the money to Gayatri. He looked expectantly at the mysterious figure.

Gayatri simply shook her head, then nodded politely before then leaving after receiving a gift from the man.

“Wait!” exclaim the strong-bodied man. This man noticed the attractions of Gayatri and was very amazed. Gayatri stopped her steps for a moment, “Gue Cakra,”.

Hearing the man say his name, Gayatri turned around. Staring at the man from inside his helmet, he nodded politely. There was nothing he said because then Gayatri just left.

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