I'm Not a Bet

Circuitry

"Where am I in the basement?" nadine said on the phone.

"I'll be downstairs soon, I'll get dressed" replied Arindi.

Arindi's hasty voice came from behind the phone. Today is Sunday, Arindi is still in her dream realm because she just slept at three in the morning finishing her painting project. Some nights he always stayed up late because of his college assignments, so he wanted to spend his day off with sleep all day.

But a call from Nadine made him again lose his drowsiness. Nadine threatened to keep pressing her doorbell if she didn't get up and go out with him.

Ting. Elevator door opens.

Arindi lazily got out of the elevator. He saw Nadine standing at one of the basement columns waiting for him.

"Hoaaahmm where are we going Nad? Morning gini?" ask Arindi.

"For your eyes. At 11am it says morning. Come on!"

Arindi pulled out her car keys from her backpack.

"Eh uh herein your key." Nadine pulls Arindi's car keys and puts them in her jeans pocket.

"What is Nad? We want...."

Jamb.

Uncompleted Arindi spoke, Nadine put a helmet on Arindi's head. Arindi also opened her helmet glass.

"Woi what are we going to do?"

"Udah diem, today we ride my bike, let's ride" said Nadine.

"Ga will, tell me where you're going!"

"Argh bacots. Naek ga?" Nadine took forcibly Arindi's backpack which she linked to her right shoulder.

"Eh uh don't, that's ... Yes .. Yes I'm naek." Arindi could not dodge when her backpack was in Nadine's embrace, because all her precious treasure was in the bag.

"Child pinter, strong grip," said Nadine.

"Don't speed!"

Bruuuum...

Arindi's voice was swallowed by the sound of Nadine's motor sport. Arindi simply abides by Nadine. He hugged his best friend.

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Nadine motorbike also entered the parking area of a racing circuit. They are currently at Bentul Circuit. Arindi rushes down after the bike is parked, she unlocks her helmet.

"Nad... This is a circuit, you wake me up in the morning for this?" ask Arindi.

"Witness right, this whole thing is noon, your eyes are nice, look at the sun over your nutmeg."

"But a moment ago Nad, do you dream what brings me here? Do you dream of winning the lottery? It's not true, I'm back."

"Yes, back to sono." Nadine also ran while lifting up the high bag belonging to Arindi who was still in her embrace.

"Nadiiiine... Wait for me, turn my bag..," cried Arindi.

Arindi and Nadine finally came in. Arindi tired of chasing after Nadine's big step until finally unconsciously her feet have stepped into the stands.

"Sit's sitting here." Nadine invites Arindi to sit in an empty row in the stands that began in the crowd.

"Why do we want to do anything here? That's my bag behindin' dong."

"Wanna watch the race, have a picnic? Just watch it first want to start," said Nadine.

"It's important that you sit down. Want you to sleep up. I want to watch. And lo inget ya, catet ni, underline if I'm your best friend who will help you."

"Lo ngigo's. Ah gatau. Herein my bag," said Arindi.

"Let me hold. What the hell are you doing?" ask Nadine.

"Hp, purse, my treasure is all there. Why the hell is Nad?"

"Udah ah," replied Nadine cuek.

"Yes, come out of my sketchbook, I'm bored," pinta Arindi.

"Uhm. I took it." Nadine opens Arindi's backpack, she picks up the sketchbook in question, one of the precious treasures she always carries everywhere even as she boker. For Arindi, inspiration and ideas can come anywhere and anytime, for that reason she never leaves her sketchbook.

"Doang's book?" ask Nadine again.

"The lens is also," Arindi still felt tired, tired of running and tired of arguing.

"Which lens? there are many nii...."

"Drafting pencil."

"The draft? Wham... Hmmm, pack this one." Nadine took one pencil and gave it to Arindi. He was confused that there were many types of pencils in Arindi's bag. She closed her bag and hugged him again.

"Gue art boy, bring a lot of pencils ga weird. You're the son of a ginian architect who doesn't know." Arindi began doodling, drawing or painting things in her sketchbook. A job he has always loved since childhood. When bored, there is no work, a sketchbook like an oasis in the middle of a hot desert that quenches his thirst.

Nadine is very understanding of the habits of her best friend this one. As long as his hands started to get busy then every other part of his body would definitely be silent and focused, especially his mouth would stop whining, it made Nadine smile triumphantly.

"I'm sorry, Rin, but you must be grateful to me" said Nadine.

"Nadine !!!"

The voice of the man greeted Nadine. Nadine returned her greeting. While Arindi is still busy with her sketchbook, she has no intention of seeing Nadine's interlocutor, she just thinks it might be her clubmate.

"Eh Rendi, Tristan, just arrived?" ask Nadine.

Arindi flinched as Nadine said that name. His hand stopped, he turned to look at the voice of the man who had greeted Nadine. He saw that Rendi and Tristan stood beside Nadine and took an empty seat behind Nadine.

Tristani. There's Tristan. Wait ... Tristani... Agne ... They've got a big bike, don't be one club. That's what Arindi thinks.

"New yes. You been a long time?" ask Rendy.

"Recent as well" replied Nadine.

Arindi stared blankly ahead, trying to digest the situation. He also elbowed Nadine who was still busy chatting with them.

"Why?" nadine whispered.

"So this is why you're making sure I'm here? You're one club with Tristan? Why didn't you say it anyway?" ask Arindi.

"Bingo. You are conscious. Just a year ago at the club anyway, yes if I say it's not a surprise dong ya," replied Nadine cuek.

"Surprise? you wanna die?" ask Arindi.

"That's Rin, but it's already here too" replied Nadine cuek.

Arindi became irritated, wanting her to tear apart her sketchbook. But he pulled it out and turned the paper over. Gave a sharp look at Nadine and then began to focus again on her book.

"Why? You must hate me, right? Hahahaha a good picture huh...."

Nadine continues to laugh at Arindi's behavior. He knows very well what Arindi will do, when he hates, angry at someone he will draw the face of the person and give him various attributes not clear, he said, like adding horns to the head or something extreme.