Grasping the Only Temporary (Revised)

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It only grew from the sound with Gio still leaning in his arms. Looking around the quiet and not forgetting he looked at the Bedside monitor to see the condition of his mother who looked normal like before. He saw that the room still did not appear as well as Devan's nose. He's a little worried but he won't bother Devan either. Moreover, he knew that the child would not answer the phone from him.

He wanted to hold his hand in front of him. It looks so very pale with the infusion hose still attached there. Has not had time to grab the hand, the finger has moved to make Kian happy to see it. Likewise with his eyelids, which began to move slowly. Kian who was happy immediately woke Gio and was about to go to call the doctor. But Zanna called him first. Making it stop and hold the fragile hand is full of love and heart.

Gio who regained consciousness immediately came down from his lap and pranced happily to see his mother who had awakened. After so long asleep.

In the racecourse that is still flushed with the giant shower there is someone who is trying to win. But it's not easy. The road is slippery and having to beat the senior riders was so difficult for him. But when the shadow of his smiling mother returned to his mind made him re-energized.

The rain that was getting late more and more heavy made the road slippery causing some other riders to slip even almost hit by Devan. The position is still in the last position with two riders slipping. One person slipped on the road almost got hit by another driver and another hit the barrier next to the road until the bike bounced and exploded.

Making Devan swallow a little saliva, so brutal this race is even very risky. He saw a large screen board showing those who were racing, and was seen in the right corner of the round which counted leaving the last 2 rounds of the ten rounds to the finish.

He was a little nervous about the fact he was still in seventh place out of the eight riders left. With full risk he stepped on Porsneling and pulled the motor gas full of confidence, until finally he could overtake the sixth and fifth racers. Everyone watching was a little surprised by Devan being able to catch up with the senior racer in front of him.

The race continues with scenes of each other overtaking between them. Until at Last Lap Devan broke through to overtake two riders in front of him. And....

Prittt......

The race finished with the first champion is the defending champion in that race while the second is Devan who made some people amazed even gawking.

The champions are told to go on stage. And receive the gift that should be received. Devan, who won two, certainly will not get the five hundred million. Yet it only received a hundred million less than that.

Despite winning, Devan still looks with his flat face even his brain must think how he should get the money that is less.

"Crazy Van. Very good, proud. Congratulations bro." said Mikko who welcomed Devan down from the stage and immediately shook their hands while holding a short hug.

Devan walked a bit in a hurry because he had to go home and be accompanied by Mikko as well. But they both stopped when there was a bass voice calling them.

"Hey Nak. Where are you going?" ask someone in a slightly scary voice. The two teenagers stopped and turned around.

"Aren't you interested in celebrating your victory with us?"

Mikko trembled slightly looking at it, but in contrast to Devan who looked flat. How not, that person was tall and gallant. Coupled with a mustache, beard and sideburns attached around his chin look so fierce and serious the face of the person. That person also seemed to be three heads old. The muscular muscles of his arms are so large and stocky that they look more like a boxer than a top-class wild racer. Not to mention that all black clothes are even very different from the ones they wear.

"No, thank you." he said.

"What made you refuse? there's something important. Oh come on, the money in your hands is worth four hundred million. It's not a little bit to spend alone. And I'm a little interested in you, too. You're even new to entry today, but you can already beat other riders who are much more senior than you. You can even take number two tonight. Aren't you interested in talking to me?" said the person while walking closer to Devan and Mikko.

He held out his hand in front of Devan. "Meet me George Govanie. Known as GG, the owner of this racing area..."

But instead of replying or receiving the helping hand, Devan just stared at George's hands and face in turn. "Devan Kavindra Bagaskhara" he said without reaching out.

"Hey!! You're a teenager with no manners at all to an older man plus Mr. George. You know?! even you can afford it, snot boy." said George's subordinate. Even his subordinates want to capture Devan. Detained by George.

George, who had pulled back his hand, spoke again,

"As no stranger to that name. But it's been. It seems you are in a hurry, even though I would like to offer you cooperation. Aren't you interested?" ask with a slightly small face.

"Are you really as rich as your subordinates say you are?" devan asked, but that not only made others round their eyes and Mikko his friend. Of course he was very afraid of the thing that Devan asked. Seemed so dismissive of George who was in front of him.

"Van, you're crazy isn't that him?" annoyed Mikko who is at Devan. But Devan didn't bother him at all.

Hearing that question George smiled obliquely.

"Well sure. Is there anything you want to know more about?!"

"No. Then you can buy this bike, right?" ask her by patting the motorcycle seat.

"Hm... Only motor? Even in my barn there are many like this. Why would I buy it, boy.?!"

"You said you were amazed at me for winning this race despite being second only. (Show George raised his eyebrows to agree with what Devan said). Just so you know that the race is actually not me but this bike. So if you're amazed and interested then it shouldn't be on this bike to me." The look between George and Devan met. Just as cold even those eyes almost had something in common.

"Isn't that so, Mr George?" he continued in a mocking tone.

"Hen... Boy, aren't you afraid of me at all hm? Even I can cut off someone's head in front of me right now."

"What am I afraid of? you are just a normal person who has a lot of money. So I asked you one more time. Want or not to buy this bike? if not, then I'll go. Don't waste my time, Mr. George."

"Very arrogant. How much do you want?"

"Two hundred million."

"Hey are you crazy, boy. The junkyard was not worth the price." replied George's subordinate annoyed.

"Why? I don't think that would make a poor fall a Mr. George Govanie would, would I?" ask her with a face without sin.

"HEH BOY THAT'S ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT!!! YOU CAN ENTER BUT YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF HERE.!!" Said his subordinate rising.