I'm Not a Grabber
Chapter 121: Race Area, The Antidote to Poison
The reverie that continued to carry Dan's consciousness, made Black only be able to sigh deeply. It is difficult to unite thoughts and feelings that continue to run after wishful thinking. He should have prepared a plan that could be a passion for the heartbroken man in front of him.
Let the day pass in silence to invite a night full of crowds. The hustle and bustle of the shadows of darkness converges into a meeting of time and a sense that is always reluctant to be greeted. This is where the flow of life will begin, who are friends and who are opponents? Nobody knows.
Ten o'clock in a parked car a little way from the race. Jemari is busy surfing enjoying a series of letters and numbers, then do not forget to press the button on the bluetooth earphones attached to her right ear. The call is already connected to someone sitting on one of the riders' bikes tonight.
"Are you sure of your decision? Before the race starts, we can switch places if we want to." he said a bit worried about his wishes coming true, but the answer from across was reluctant to surrender.
Sighing long, heavy breaths while making sure all the surveillance cameras in their respective positions are working properly. "Ok, good luck, Dan."
Danish Anderson, who initially grasped the trauma, suddenly decided to race when he saw there was Fatih among the participants tonight. He knows the risk of a wild race, whatever it is he will bear because the opportunity cannot come twice. Tonight becomes the determination of his steps forward later.
The sound of cueing from the race venue was heard so clearly from the earphones, then from the surveillance camera was seen a charming blonde girl in a knee-length dress removing a piece of red cloth as a sign of the race began. No wonder the roar of machines hunting each other darted in the streets.
The Black Trus watches over the Danish movement which is very worrying. The man looks so stiff riding a big motorbike that became his favorite. Not apa-apq, he was afraid that the race was actually harming the creature that is now the beloved of his sister. In the end, we can only wait until the race is over.
While at the racecourse, Dan tries to keep his cool balancing the speed and power of the hand grips. He tried his hardest to ignore the trauma that began to greet. It seems like the decision this time should be controlled using reason instead of feeling. Amidst the fear, the memory only recalls Shena's frail body lying down.
Slowly be able to master the pace of the vehicle until the flavor that once lost began to infiltrate in providing support in recklessness. The sense of flying follows the direction of the wind without the burden of the mind constantly crashing. Letting go of all the drama of the world becomes simple happiness. He felt that his lost soul had returned.
The promise Dan made filled Black's head. Now he knows that racing is not to fight trauma, but to make decisions that are still uncertain. It is fitting, from the beginning always avoid when asked the punishment for Fatih. There is a heart as a fellow human being.
Whatever happens in the streets becomes Dan's business, while the pain of begging for forgiveness belongs only to a woman who keeps screaming in a soft voice. The flowing poison further tormented his body, but no one dared to approach. Why did all this happen to him? Is it because you love a married man?
"Non, I'm sorry we couldn't help." A waiter tried to get closer, then took a syringe that had been provided. "This is the antidote, it should be given after an hour. Auntie will give it now."
The thirty-year-old woman did not realize what she was going to do. The antidote could not be given at will, let alone shorten the time as it had unimaginable side effects. In a house where there are only servants, no one knows the danger.
Clear fluid is injected into the pouch, then enters the infusion hose that flows until it seeps into the blood through the hands. A drop, two drops still did not react except for the calmness experienced by Tiara. Seeing that the antidote had managed to restore the lady's consciousness, the maid moved from where she stood.
Intentions want to leave the room, but just turned the body with footsteps away a few feet. The sound of roaring cheers greeted his ear drum. It hurt because it was too hard, only as soon as it turned its eyes bulged.
"Astagfirullah, Why not?!"
The screams of Aunt Susi rang out of the room, making everyone in the house run in a hurry to see what was happening. They were surprised by the first sight they saw. Where their co-workers sat on the floor with blank eyes, while on the cross-body bed Tiara was dying for help.
The woman tried to stay in the middle of her pain. The body flushed, eyes bulged, lips spit out a white foam like poison. What the hell's going on? No one knows, but they are trying to save as much as possible. Although fate says otherwise because Tiara's life cannot be saved.
