Gangster Love Muslim Girl

Racing

Bismillah.

"We're going to the race track now." Take Revan to 4 of his friends.

"Yuh, who's abstaining?"

Duk!

Faqih hit Irfan's head always he asked and Irfan's question must get an answer, otherwise he will try until the answer he got although not important as well.

"sick." Irfan complained, he rubbed his head that had been pierced by Faqih.

"That's why don't ask a lot of questions, don't be late."

"Yes bang, I'm wrong again."

"The storm continues, do not follow if you want to make a fuss." Gibran quipped.

Ceps!

Irfan and Faqih no longer speak, in fact Gibran and Revan more sinister vice chairman of the Revandra gang if serious. Still, the two people were wrong to use their sign language.

Irfan and Faqih's eyes looked as if they were blaming each other. "Lu's starting out." Such was the crux of the gazes of the two people standing behind Gibran.

Tumben once Digo does not look for problems, maybe the effect of not meeting with Gia the idol, so the innate lemes continue Digo. From last night until night, it was as if he had no life. Mah's body is in front of Revandra, but the soul and mind go nowhere.

The five of them drive their own motorsports. Faqih's motorbike has also been justified again, the perpetrator has also been attacked suddenly by Revandra.

"Go." cried Revan.

Revandra did not have any plans to ride a motorcycle, they were all like a demon possession. Driving a brutal speeding motor, fortunately the clock has shown at 11:30 so rarely there are cars and motorcycles passing, the road is quiet. The gangsters in the city of Surabaya are also smart to choose the race circuit.

The wild race circuit they hold is far from urban and rural. There is a road that is rarely traveled by people, because the place is far and difficult to reach. Therefore the gangsters choose exactly that to be their wild race circuit.

"I can't wait to race those guys" Revan told himself.

Highlight his sharp eyes, as sharp as an eagle as if it could instantly capture where the enemy was. In Revan he is sure to win this time, especially he knows the enemy's plan is easy to guess. For Revan, the cunning tricks used by the enemy did not work for him.

Revan understands once to challenge Revandra to wild racing, only to lure them all out. After the race is over the enemies will gang up on Revandra.

Until the race circuit is crowded there, Revan can see the Atras motorcycle gang is staring lightly at the Revandra motorcycle gang. There are only 5 members of Revandra intin who participated in this race.

Understand once Revan this way is also one of the enemy's cunning tricks so that Revandra mustered all her members namu Revan will not be fooled by it. He could still stare at the Atras gang from the darkness of the night. There are no lights in that place the light is just a motor light.

The Revandra leader stared down at the enemies who were looking down at their gang. Revan will pretend to know nothing after this race.

"Who is advancing?" ask Faqih.

"Gue." replied Revan confidently.

Rarely Revan advanced to participate in the race, usually 4 friends who will always change. It's rare to race not because Revan can't. Revan has earned the nickname of king racing in just 3 games no one can beat him.

All the members of Revandra's intin stared at Revan in disbelief, the collision once Revan offered himself directly to participate in the race this time, usually he had to be forced first.

"Lo sure Rev?"

"Gue believes in you boss."

"Gue as well." continued Irfan and Nice to follow Gibran's passion for Revan.

"Lo, everybody just calm down."

Revan approaches the Atras gang, he wants to know who will be his match.

"Revan has finally accepted my offer" said Joki as Atras gang leader.

"What's the guarantee?" Revan doesn't need to talk to the enemies.

"Wih, gercepa also lo yes, I want if you lose, you have to disbarin gang Revandra and you recognize gang Atras as the strongest gang."

"Well, crazy lo Jockey." Irfan's touch did not accept.

"Why are you guys afraid, or is Revandra's king race no longer awkward against us?" The jockey even more and more pro-Rervandra.

Fortunately Revan was not stirred up by emotions, he had already guessed this would happen. No one saw that Revan was smiling wickedly.

"OK, but I have my own wish that you lose I want Atras destroyed and announce to all gangsters in this city you are just a little ant who dare to challenge a racing king."

All the Revandra gang smiled triumphantly, their chief was indeed more cunning than anyone else. The jockey was shocked at Revan's offer, but he was confident that those who would win would therefore accept Revan's offer.

"Deal." said the Jockey.

"Deal." What they promised was witnessed by the referee of the Jenlot gang who were on the neutral side.

"Let's fair tonight's match for Revandra and Atras only. I submitted 3 people in 4 matches. The final match of all participants must be played. This is fair. From Revandra 3 people who advanced, I, Faqih and Gibran" said Revan steady.

The jockey smiled confidently, naturally he was confident the racing king in their members had returned. This guy once beat Revan in a race.

"Geng Atras I, Viko and...." Said the Jockey paused for a moment, he smiled obliquely at Revan.

"And Dirga."

The deg!

Not a surprised Revan but 4 friends, of course they know who Dirga. "Since when he's come home." Whisper Digo on Irfan.

"I don't know."

While Revan already knew that Dirga, the racing king from Atras had returned from abroad. This is why the Jockey really challenged Revandra. Because of Dirga he was sure they would be the winners.

Gibran stared at Revan for a moment, seeing their chairman with a calm face when the appearance of Dirga made Gibran also more confident.

They don't know that Revan's been looking for all the information about Dirga. "Still dare to challenge it." said Revan.

The race immediately began when the flag was flown. The first Orags in this race were Faqih and Viko. Viko smiled mockingly at Faqih. However, Faqih who is always calm facing everything only considers Viko angil then.

Flags began to fly in seconds the match had begun, Viko and Faqih scrambling to win their first race.

The race this time was no joke, as both groups risked their own gangs.