Love On Asphalt

episode 1

Intro

Linga sharpened her eyes looking at the road in front of her. Both hands gripped tightly at the wheel of the ford mustang gt car that drove on the smooth streets of the outskirts of Falen. His eagle eyes glared far ahead and stared at the final place of the race tonight. The enemies who from the beginning compete want to be the best he has been rid of, and the nearest is only Madhiaz's mazda rx-7 which is 20 meters behind him.

At first glance, a smile flourished on his expressionless face as the finish line drew closer. Finally, 100 thousand USD this time will have it again. Payment is given with the Dollar currency and not using

local currency so that participants can use it as well as possible. And this is a 3x win in a row if he gets to the finish without being screwed up.

Srek.

Ckii........

The creaking of the tyres broke the silence for a moment and after that only the cheering sound of the race spectators could be heard rumbling on the side of the track. Again Lingga won his night match. It's just

this time it's different. If last week he defeated his enemy with some difficulty. Not this time. It seems like the enemy who had shaken his heartbeat yesterday was not in the mood to come. Or maybe Dewi Fortuna is siding again tonight with him to smooth her way to get a prize in the form of money to connect her life.

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Linga got off her iron mustang and approached Madhiaz, the man she defeated tonight. Madhiaz who was standing next to his Mazda car turned his head while frowning in wonder at the Lingga that approached him.

'There is an Inner apa’. His right hand reached into the pocket of his pants and took out a pack of cigarettes, plucked one stick and lit it.

"You want to?" The offer was on the Linga that had held her body beside Madhiaz.

"No." Linga shook slowly. He doesn't know he has to

start the conversation from where.

"I don't know what made you come to me. But that's for sure. There's something you want to know about me, isn't there?" Jamb. Without further ado Madhiaz guessed directly what Lingga would ask.

"Go to the point, eh?"

"Yes. Because there can't be a winner with a 3x win in a row coming up to me who can only be in this second place."

Linga grunts sourly. I don't know why hearing Madhiaz's words made her heart break. It was like laughing at Madhiaz who was always behind him. But the truth is that's not at all.

"I want to know about silvia's riders." Madhiaz turned, to the point? Ah, he did not expect the young man in front of him to say that. It seems to be an open secret to this day. But when viewed from the condition of the Lingga, he sanctions the young man who soon settled here asking based on reason just curious.

"Where do you know that?" Madhiaz asked him back, he wanted to fish and find out how far Lingga wanted this information.

"I came from the city of Halu here not just for racing. But I want to find information about it." Lingga. He breathed as if frustrated. It's been a while since he's been here, but however he tries to find, there's no sure point about it.

"And what is it for?"

"If I told you why, would you tell me?"

"Eitherway. It depends on your reason."

Linga sighed, playing words like this was not an expert at all. So he was forced to do some way so that he got the information.

"I'll tell you if you want to come to the cafe lotus tomorrow at noon at one. I'll treat you." Disconnect Linga.

"alright. Don't be late if you want to know. I don't like waiting." Madhiaz.

The phallus passed and raised his right hand a sign he agreed to it. Hah.it seems like the race in Falen is not as exciting as in Halu, where he used to live. Yes, he used to live in the city of Halu before deciding to move to the city of Falen. The city is surrounded by desert but very comfortable to live in. Before that incident, of course. The incident that got him thrown here.

On the way home, a flashback of his memories while gathering his family in Halu still filled his brain. Fortunately, the road is running so far that he does not have to worry about getting hit by another driver.

It was still clear in his mind when his father would forcefully throw him out. Her crying mother muttered her name while hugging her frightened sister. Her sister? yep. His sister is perfect in every way.

Until the father always compares himself, ranging from behavior to academic performance. Without knowing how the heart of Linga feels. Until Lingga harbors hatred for the father who compares him to Diandra, the brother who is always perfect.

　

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Lingga parked his car to the garage under the apartment he currently occupies. Mind raging. He who has been willing to leave his home and family for a living street and fulfill his ambition above

asphalt, still not got the information what he wanted to know. Though if calculated already one month he moved to live to school here. His mind was still not calm. Although in the corner of his heart he has a little worry if tomorrow the young man who has a pineapple-like hairpin does not know what he wants, but his little heart denied a little if he should not despair if later his desire is not fulfilled.

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Taps...

Taps...

Taps...

The steps of the phallus slowed down, he breathed a rough breath and looked at the blue sky above him. Time seems to slow down. Oh, come on. It's still morning. The first lesson will start in 30 minutes. Since his move a month ago, he has not had any close friends. She's introverted. It was hard to get along and he admitted it.

He is not so prominent, his academic value is not too high. Just fit to be a standard mininum taking scholarship. Lingga recklessly took a scholarship considering he went to school at his own expense. Even with that, he had to study desperately. Perhaps this factor also made his father more fond of Diandra-sister, who always got the predicate of genius and carved achievements wherever he was.

He looked at the school page in front of him. School is still slow. Only a few students came. He walked to his school. Understandably, the distance between the apartment and the school is quite close. A 10-minute walk has arrived. After all, he did not want to be too troublesome by looking for an apartment far from his school. According to him, spending a little more expensive money is not what as long as he can be comfortable and not too pursued time will be the distance to school. The problem of money, the prize of his victory in the racing area he thinks is quite promising. He has enough savings, and maybe later if there is an offer to work part-time he will not refuse. There's no harm, is there? He can use part-time work reasons to cover his night race activities. Of course, so that he is not easily suspected as a person who lives alone but needs are met.

Lingga climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor where the class was slow. He does not want to rush, and enjoy the atmosphere like this is very comfortable and rarely can be done every day. He spread all his views to the corners of his bicycle class. There was only a long, straight-haired woman who was picketing about arranging the classes and removing the whiteboard. He remembered. That woman is just like her. Introverts. Just have a close friend sitting next to him. And if it's not wrong. His seat was on the two front benches of his seat.

His mind glared back at the time he met the Silvia driver. Because he's one of the reasons he's here. He wants to meet again.

Flashbacks..

It's still clear in his memory. When he got lost trying to follow his idol street racer, Yasa, who at that time did not know if Lingga was following him. The car he was driving was above average speed. And of course at that time Lingga, who just smoothly drive a car left far behind. Then Lingga slowed down the speed of his vehicle, pulled over and stopped. Trying to find a point or something that could be a clue where he is currently. Linga hates to admit it. But this time he really has lost his way in life.(?) Ah no, but on the street he doesn't know where this is.

The phallus inched, he hurriedly came out after seeing the light silhouette of the approaching car lights. He waved his hand. I hope the driver stops and helps. And, great! The car he knew was a Nissan Silvia was pulled over and stopped behind his car. A human wearing a white hoodie jacket with two red stripes on his arm came out. His nose and mouth were covered in a mask, his hair was covered in a hoodie jacket so he did not know the model and color. And all he knew was that he only saw blue irises reflected by car lights and a little moonlight. A mysterious figure. The phallus can only hope and pray if this person has no ill intentions towards it.

"Your car's stuck?" Ask. From his voice, Lingga could deduce if this person was a man. His body was all-around, not too tall but also could not be said to be short.

The phallus just nodded slowly and his hands began to break out in cold sweat. To be honest, his bad thoughts were still wandering in his mind.

"And you're lost too." Added.

Hells...

Of course get lost. And the Linga feels even more arrogant if it is reminded of this.

"Yes. My car's stuck and I'm lost." Lingga.

"May I chek?" Lingga nodded and gave his car keys to the cloaked figure. His eyes were still searching and trying to look for signs that he might be able to make a clue to look for someday. It was nothing, he only planned to repay her services at a later time.

The phallus observes the horn of the figure. It didn't seem like an evil figure like the one on his mind all along. In fact, the figure was deft in handling his car. After a few times the starter chek, open the hood and starter again, without much talk the figure walked towards his car. Take a few wrenches and start packing the Lingga car engine.

Linga. Approaching the figure who was currently fiddling with his car engine and standing next to him, observing how devious the figure was.

"Are you a street racer?" The question just came out of the mouth of the phallus. That figure for a moment

stopped activity.

"Where do you know?" The figure looked at Lingga and then chuckled smallly at the question Lingga was asking him.

"Your car is a Nissan Silvia 15. Known as Silvia Ichigo in the country of manufacture. Last generation. The right car for street racing although not as tough as his brother, GTR. But when heard from

the roar of the exhaust, it looks like you have modified some of the insides. Isn't this common for street racers? After all, it was like seeing this car at a race match and fighting Yasa fiercely." Lingga.

"You're young, but do you know if this car is already coughed up? Even the sound of the engine and exhaust is not much different from the origin. And if I may, I'm not even 14."

"really. And I want to climb into the world of wild racing." Lingga.

The figure looked,

"You know. The night racing world is not as beautiful as it looks. You could've lost your life at any time." he added.

"Yes. I-i know. May I know your name? So that I can find you and challenge you one day if I'm mature and ready.I'll repay you another time and consider this my debt."

The figure laughed a little, though,

"I'm not gonna tell you my name. But know me only as a rider Silvia Ichigo. That's how they call me. Seek me. And challenge me when you have brought some victory on your shoulders. And if you win against me, my Ichigo is yours" said the figure. His job was done and he went to clean up his workshop and took him to the trunk of the car.

"certain. Silvia Ichigo's. Such is. I'll call you that. And when that time comes I'll challenge you."

"certain." The driver had entered his car. Turn on the machine and leave the phallus staring at the sky. It seems like he has a more determined goal ahead of him. Yes, he was determined to fight

with that rider and pick up his Ichigo someday. A time when he had brought some victories on the streets.

　

　

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Linga stuck her finger on the cafe table. He was still waiting for the pineapple-shaped hair that had not yet revealed the trunk of his nose. He was caught off guard and had not ordered anything since his arrival ten minutes

the past. Breathing out - exhale - again - exhale. As soon as it continued until the clap on his shoulder resuscitated him from the event of sighing.

"Ten minutes. You're ten minutes late from our deal. Though I remember vividly if you said you hated delays." Lingga looked at the young man who had come too late and sat sweetly and then grinned in front of him.

"I still have to finish my task for a while." Madhiaz.

"Hey.... Are you a junior at my school?" Madhiaz glanced at the right arm of the Linga with its class markings.

"Yes. I'll call you Senior then. If you wear a uniform."

Madhiaz pushed his shoulders softly, "Nope. I'm not the one who cares too much about calling."

"Want to order something?" Fresh Linga.

"certain. Black tea and pineapple pie." Answer Madhiaz.

"OK." Linga moved the cashier's shirt to announce her order and left Madhiaz criss-crossed on the chair she was in.

"Just go. What you want to know about me. Linga." Madhiaz.

Linga breathed deeply. This senior, did he not invite Lingga to mince words just a little? For example asking about the life of Linga, or about things in the school of Linga, for example?

"Rider Silvia Ichigo. Blue with orange accents in his car." Say Lingga when he has finished ordering the menu.

"What's your relationship with him?"

"I have an appointment with him."

"Promise?" Madhiaz raised one of his eyebrows. A promise? The promise of what until the Lingga is this target?

"May I know what that promise is?" Further.

"If I don't want to tell you a story?" Challenge Linga.

"Of course I won't tell you anything."

"Kc... "Linga is upset. It seemed like there was no more thing that he had to cover if he wanted to get information from this pineapple pigtailed young man before him.

"It seems like there's no choice for me other than to tell you this. Hear. I've never told anyone this. And of course now I'll tell you." Then the Linga

tells the chronology of his encounter with the silviae rider. And the figure in front of him was listening carefully.

"So?" Madhiaz. He was a little dizzy to hear the story of the young man before him. After being told at length, he was able to capture the core of the story even though he was not sure to be able to understand fully.

"So moreover? Of course tell me." Lingga. He's getting impatient. If this is how he feels if Madhiaz wants to mince words and ramble about the information he needs. He was surprised, actually Madhiaz what kind of person?

"I want to know why you just met me. I remember you were new here. And you're headed straight for me to get information. Could be, right? I don't have the information you need."

"I've been looking for information about him for the past two years. And of course. One of my sources told me he saw you enter that car. It can't be, can it? You got into his car without knowing who he is?"

"Yes, I do know him. But I don't know in detail the information about him. And all you need to know, Linga. I don't think what you want is gonna get you as fast as you think."

"No problem. Just so you tell me what you know. For me, a little bit of info is enough to serve as a clue."

"alright. But listen to me carefully. I'm not going to repeat my story." Madhiaz. Breathe out a little and continue the story.

"He, the one you call Ichigo. The famous street racer in the area. It's like the wind. Sometimes he is known as the God of Wind. Wind gods. Who go and come as he pleases. He was always a winner

in every presence. Not every race he comes. And every time he comes, he always wears a white robe, a mask and a hoodie that hides his hair color. Only slices as bright as the sky can be known. Only a few know. It seems to be hiding itself. The car he was wearing was never seen on the road. Even if anyone followed him it would definitely end up with that person's straying. I, who you know knew him, did ride in that car. That too because of the forced. I need a ride and he who just passed by gives me a ride. That'sthat's all. But that was two years ago. He was never heard from again and never appeared again in the racecourse until now."

"2 years ago? I met him 3 years ago. Meaning a year after our meeting that night."

"Maybe, yeah."

"Where is he now?"

"That's what you need to find out. Didn't I tell you? He just disappeared." Madhiaz. How could Lingga not catch the intent that he had described at length earlier.

"yeah. Ii'm sorry. I'm too confused about all this."

"Noprobs. So then. I'll finish this meal and go straight home. There's still something I have to do."

"certain. But, can I have your number?" Madhiaz frowned in wonder. Oi. This time, a man asked for his number. Usually women too. Hehehe.

" For what?" His word.

"I'm new here. Besides you. I don't have anyone else I know very well." The phallus snorted because Madhiaz was so insensitive. Indeed what was on his senior's mind this time he asked for a number

his cellphone?

"Get me your phone" added Lingga.

Madhiaz handed him his metallic black phone. And Lingga quickly typed his number and dialed the number he had typed. After the number appears immediately Lingga save the number on his cellphone.

"I'll go home first." said Madhiaz. It turned out that he had finished what was before him. Linga nodded. He still wants to be alone. And it seems that contemplating a few moments at this cafe is not bad.

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Meanwhile....

A long straight-haired girl with clear blue eyes was busy wiping the car glass that had been washed by her friend. Occasionally his mouth whistles, or singing along to the rhythm of the song played by the media player in his place today. His tiny hands deftly cleaned some corners of the car that was still dirty.

"My daughter, are you tired? If you are tired, rest. Or just replace me keeping the cashier here." A middle-aged man who had a flap mane and a clear blue iris that was identical to the girl was just staring at pity, the little girl who was now growing up. The princess is that wayang.

"Here you go, dad. stop worrying about Farrand. Farrand still has more stamina right now."

"Yes. yeah... I will follow the will of the princess." Farrand chuckled small. His father could always flatter him. His beloved father. The only family he has right now.

"Hey uncle Arash. I'mtired. Can you offer me like you offered Farrand? " tap a spike-haired young man with 2 wing tattoos on his arm.

"No Keano. Stop complaining or I tell you to wear a uniform with a skirt?" Arash.

"No.."Keano shook his head quickly. She would rather continue her work than work in a skirt like Arash said.

Arash, who runs a car wash, has only two employees. Daughter, Farrand. Which usually helps him after school. And Keano. Youth neighbors who have finished High School level but do not continue because of limited costs. Sometimes he also intervened if it was crowded or Farrand was in school. He didn't want his daughter to help. But his daughter's stubbornness made her heart melt and granted her little daughter's request. Of course with conditions only until 5 pm. The business closes at 7 p.m.

"Dad. I'll be home early, okay?" Farrand. Apparently he finished his job.

"certain. Now I can. It's lonely now." Arash.

"No dad, I'll wait until 5 and a half."

"yes. yes. princess.." Farrand. Her father was very kind. Never banned or attacked him. He was always treated gently. Meet his needs and double as a father and mother

at the same time, after his beloved wife died a few years ago.

"I'll go shopping. Our food supply is running out, yeah. What do you want for dinner?"

"Whatever my little daughter cooks. I'll eat with pleasure." Arash smiles. A charming smile that made his daughter's cheeks blush.

"Farrand dear father. And Farrand's first love." Farrand hugged his father's neck while kissing Arash's cheek. Shouldn't it be? Father is the first love for his daughter. And for Farrand, there is no man better than his father today.

"One day Farrand wanted to have a husband like a father." Added Farrand.

"I'm like Arash's uncle, Farrand. So, will you marry me?" Knock Keano. And...... tuk. Followed by the sound of sexy bells that boomed beautifully

"Just kill you Keano."

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