Help my Handsome Ghost

Help my Handsome Ghost
Chapters 2. Black Motor



The sound of laughter rang out after the sound of clanking cups managed to touch each other on top of the alcoholic bottles lined up neatly. This time they were partying at their hangout.


There are many black motorcycles parked in the parking lot of black painted places with images of motorcycle decoration that is not clear because it has faded in color. There are many people here, well this motorcycle gang does have many members and the leader is...


"Happy birthday biker gang, Balck the bike's fifth year!!!" yelled Andra who now raised a glass of concentrated alcohol.


"Congratulations!!!" the others shouted while clapping so happily.


"Gue is proud of you all who are still loyal to be in the Balck motorcycle gang, congratulations!!!" yelled Andra again, well he is the leader of this motorcycle gang.


The motorcycle gang member again shouted and cheered with applause. They look very happy, really happy for tonight.


"Enjoy today!!!" he shouted while lifting a glass of alcoholic beverages higher and then sipped the alcoholic drink until it was gone unceremoniously.


Everyone cheered as Andra slammed the glass onto the wooden table making the bottles clatter.


"Because today's motorcycle gang birthday then I will not be racing in the Reden road," said Andra.


"Huuuu, steady!!!" shouted one of the Black Motorcycle members.


"Well, this is ok" Satria said, pointing to Andra.


"What time is this?" ask Fandi spirit.


"Em, eight o'clock in the evening" Andra said, making all her friends nod.


Dret Dret...


Andra's phone vibrated in the pocket of her black jacket making her who was still staring at her motorcycle gangmate quickly reach into her pocket.


"Mommy?" call Andra when she manages to stare at the screen of her phone.


Andra got up from the chair making everyone who was sitting turn to look up at Andra seriously.


"Death to the music!" andra then stepped into the corner of the room.


"Meru, shut it!" yusuf's shout made the man wearing the headband immediately touch the screen of his phone connected to the black speaker.


The atmosphere was now silent and none of them spoke even one sentence this time. Andra took a deep breath and pressed down on her phone screen and brought it closer to her ear.


"Hello, Mom," Andra said.


The sound of sebrang is heard to make Andra scratch the neck that does not itch it it feels like his ears are hot if he hears his Mommy voice.


"In the hangout."


"Go home now!"


"Now so? But Andra just got together," he explained.


"Well, is it now, tomorrow? Andra, this is it already afternoon, you also go home the campus must be noon continue to gather there for a long time. Scrap home!"


"Yes, yes Andra came home" Andra said.


Andra sighed as her phone connection was cut off. Andra put her phone in her jacket pocket and propped up her waist. He did not understand his Mommy who was always looking for him at all times and called him every time as well. Andra did not understand why he could not be free like other friends who never once sought by his parents.


Every time he was busy hanging out with his friends always his phone was ringing and his other Mommy would always tell him to go home.


Andra turned to look at all her friends who were still looking at her.


"Gue turned back," said Andra then grabbed the key from the table and stepped away towards the parked motorbike.


"Well, what is it, Ndra?" joseph asked who had now risen from his seat.


"Mommy I'm looking for me. He said he was told to go home," said Andra, who was now on his bike, turning the key in a hurry and then plugging the gas leaving the hangout, making his friends look at Andra's departure.


"Those drinks are not over yet" Satria said with his sundial.


"His name is also Mommy's child, after all," said Meru with a smile.     


"Well, right, different from kite like street children. I'm aje who has Babe ame Enya never wanted, tuh," said Yusuf.


"Yes, you may be a little girl" Satria's cerocos made everyone laugh.


"Eh, still mending you, Cup. That's the Satria don't have the Father" Fandi joked.


"Just son, I have a father but-"


"But in England," cut Fandi, Yusuf or his nickname is Ucup and Meru compactly make the sound of laughter again heard.