Kepentok Cinta Girl Seller Cilok

07. Motorcycle Racing Again

Every day Azriel helped Nima and Qilla's mother in the kitchen or drove them to the market. Although Qilla's nagging and grumbling invulnerable ears make Azriel, but she is happy to be able to help the girl.

The ciloknya cart can also be used again after being rustled by the carpenter. Initially willing to replace it with a new one, but Qilla refused it. He thinks a million in damages from Azriel is better spent on his cilok venture capital and buying other equipment.

Now he is selling around to the streets of the village or to school to find his customers. Most who buy are children and teenagers, because they love the cilok made by Qilla.

"When did you sell lilok?" azriel asked as they sat under a shady tree at the edge of the field where they had met.

"Since my father became ill, I replaced my father who was often sickly. Mothers sometimes sell traditional cakes in the market. Mom said no need to sell more cilok, but I think dear does not continue because the children of this village already like the cilok made me and my mother. So, I replaced my dad until now my dad is gone" Qilla said.

"Lo didn't go to college?" ask Azriel.

"Where is the money. I'm happy to sell the best selling cilok aja, they my subscriptions are happy I sell the cilok." said Qilla.

"Ck, don't develop your mind. Just think of a brilliant future, selling cilok mengumpulin money for college for example" said Azriel.

Qilla turned her head towards the man beside her, a sinister smile expanding on her lips. As if Azriel's speech was coming out of the mouth of a reliable motivator, even though he himself was in trouble with his family.

"You advise yourself, never fight your parents. No good, what else to run away and not go home" said Qilla with his insinuation on a man she just knew ten days ago.

"Ck, I just want to nyokap bokap I'm getting along. They take care of their own business, not thinking about their children how. For my sister to live in a dorm, so she never saw me banging and bokap I quarreled." said Azriel.

"Eh, you got a sister?" ask Qilla.

"Yes, he's still in first grade High School. But stay in the dorm." replied Azriel.

"Well, it's nice to have a sister." said Qilla.

Azriel turned to Qilla, she smiled faintly. It felt that if he looked on, Qilla was getting more beautiful. Oops.

Azriel and Qilla were silent, and they enjoyed the wind during the day. They're watching the people who pass by. Suddenly the sound of Azriel's phone rang, she jumped because her voice was so loud.

"Hello, Dit? What's up?" azriel asked as she answered the phone call from Dodit.

"Ziel, we want another motor racing game. You wanna come with me?" ask Dodit across the street.

"Eh, where is it? Want to, I'm coming." Azriel replied happily.

"The place I haven't decided yet, but the participants are not from our gang anyway. There's another one, you coming?"

"Follow me, I'm tired of being alone all the time. When's show?"

"Saturday, you prepare. There are a lot of girls, Ziel."

"That's a bad time."

"Huhah!"

"Okay, I'm coming. You will tell me where it is." Azriel said.

"OKAY. I'll let you know soon if it's definitely the place."

"okay."

Click!

The phone connection is cut off, Azriel is happy he will be in another motor racing match. This time he will try to win, although usually just for fun. But at least he'll be serious for motor racing this time.

"You're so happy to get a phone call, what's the good news?" ask Qilla.

"Saturday tomorrow I want to race again. You wanna come with me?" azriel asked unconsciously to invite Qilla.

"Eh, in motor racing? Where's where?" qilla asked enthusiastically.

"Ish, why did I take you?" azriel asked in her own amazement when she realized that what she was asking was a lick-seller girl.

"Ck, yes, I'm home. I'm going around again in the afternoon, I'm hungry" said Qilla.

He pushed his cilok cart, on the tail of Azriel who was still confused by his invitation to Qilla. They walked parallel, passing through the hot streets due to the hot sun during the day.

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Yes, Azriel invited Qilla to participate in a wild race this time. He himself felt comfortable when Qilla participated in watching the wild racing match. And Qilla also found it strange why she wanted to join Azriel in being invited to see wild racing on the unused track.

"It turns out a lot of people are coming too, how many of them are." muttered Qilla while watching the wild racers including Azriel.

Not only he who watched the motorcycle racing game, it turns out many also watch. Including the girls as well as the men who loved the race, Qilla wondered if they had a community.

"Hemm, maybe they have their own group so they can invite the lovers of this wild racing. Actually what's interesting is that they came here. I also don't know why Azriel watch motorcycle racing, know this is how I sell cilok aja here. Definitely in demand." said Qilla looking at the stands on the left right side won very full.

Wild racing starts immediately, three rounds this time to determine who wins he will get some privileges. Like in the treat by friends of one gang and from another gang to ask for anything.

The roar of the motorbike was very noisy in the arena of the match, still some time to heat each motorbike. Tomi, Dodit, and Azriel's gangmate follow him as well. There are some who do not participate, with the reason there is a task of their own.

Azriel herself did not think of winning, she just wanted to take part in wild racing. Enjoying the thrill of racing, because he felt he was not good enough in the race.

"Ziel, how come you're so lackluster when you're playing a motorcycle race?" ask his gangmate.

"Gue just wanted to go along, it wasn't important to win" Azriel replied.

"Daddy lo, there is no spirit to win anyway. Even if you win, many girls like you. Look at Doni, he won this time. Many girls like, beautiful again" he said again.

"Bodo ah, I'm the important one happy to participate in this race" said Azriel cuek.

His eyes swept over the stands, looking for the figure of Qilla who since earlier seemed to have lost the figure of the jolly girl. Her smile expands as to why she feels comfortable with the girl.

"Where is he sitting? How can't it look?" azriel's murmur still circulated his gaze in the audience stands.

"Ziel, who are you looking for?" ask Tomi.

"Gue was here with the girl. He's sitting in the stands, but where is he?" azriel was still staring at the stands.

"girls? Which girl?"

"The girl that I hit the wagon with" replied Azriel.

"Ooh, that village girl" Tomi said.

Azriel turned her head towards Tomi, she did not like the tone of her gangmates. Like denigrating Qilla that Tomi meant.

"Although a country girl, she's nice" Azriel said.

"Stay a village girl, you freak. Love that kayak village girl." said Tomi again.

"Congress, that matters well. There are no modes at all, look at the girls who pluck up the Doni. Which of them likes Alex, and you? No one was bothering the girls" Azriel said, insinuating Tomi, who had insulted Qilla.

Tomi looked resentfully at Azriel, she snorted violently. Actually he likes someone who always follows the wild racing game, but the girl never glanced at him at all.

"Everything?!"

Nggeeeeengg!!

"okay, ready. We start, this time three rounds as usual. The victor will have unexpected privileges, ready to join!!"

Nggeeeeeeengg! Nggeeeeeeengg!

Applause and shouting blaringly in the track area and the stands. The roar of the motorbike engine and also the smoke coming from the motorbikes of the racers made the atmosphere more noisy.

The leader of the match was preparing to release the wild motorcycle racers, giving a signal so that they were ready to gas.

"One, two, three, reaaady!!"

Nggeeeee!!!

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