Love On Asphalt

Episode 11

Linga sighed and threw it away violently. She's nervous. Viewing the current conditions

this makes it difficult and nervous. The spit that he swallowed also felt thick

it's in his throat and it feels like he hasn't had a drink in a week. Aw,

has he not had a drink for a week? Sillier.

He glanced to the side where Farrand was

be in. He nodded again. Looking at Farrand with his short-sleeved white hem

inevitably make his heart race faster.

'Shit!'  Aspersion. Hey. He's a teenager who's starting to move on.

full-grown. Seeing such a thing also made a little bit of his soul

quaking.

"No, you feel

is it getting hotter?" Farrand moved uneasily in his seat.

Sweat runs along his temples. And the phallus saw that

getting more shaken. Regret that he did not forbid Farrand to wear clothes

goddamn it.

"What to turn on the AC

her?"

Farrand shook his head, though,

"Don't. Just open it

his window. I'm more comfortable opening the window if the car is still not

walk."

"OK." Buffalo-like

the one that plugged his nose, that was the current state of the Linga. It can only

according to and support Farrand. He who still can't muffle

the turmoil of his heart can only choose to say yes.

"It looks like there's going to be rain.

You've changed the tires, haven't you?"

"It has. How do you know

if it's gonna rain?"

"The laughter. Aren't you

feel the hawa contains a little moisture?"

"No. Indeed you

felt it?"

"Yes. I'm sensing. Eve

this heat is painful. I always didn't like it. The hot weather can

it makes me feel like I'm suffocating."

"Why don't you just open it

your shirt?" Oops.... The phallus cursed his stupid mouth. How could he

said to undress a woman beside him with a tone that

light and as if it were a common thing to do?

"Good idea."

It's crazy!!

Linga swearing and swearing

catch that brash mouth. He even got ready if Farrand

throw a punch on his cheek. But the reaction Farrand showed was very

different from his shadow. He glanced at Farrand from the end of his eyes. He didn't

want to see straight and get a perverted stamp. Farrand is starting

unbuttoning his clothes one by one, like slow motion, and

it was enough to make his jakun go up and down. After going down to

third button, eyes closed. He was relieved when he found out there was one

a white singlet shirt pops from there. He thought, he will find

a pair of sweet bras with tempting white lace-up. Ah, crap! Again and again

The phallus cursed his mind that always drifted everywhere if it was concerned

Farrand.

After removing the buttons, Farrand

not immediately remove the hem. He just let it go and glanced at the Linga

still gripping tightly his wheel. The man looked so calm and stared

straight ahead and as if he did not care about his presence here. Whereas if

examined even further, the Linga will be seen to sweat excessively

and a little nervous too tense. And maybe if he heard the swearing of the phallus

earlier about him, he would change his gaze towards the man next to him

that's.

The race will start on 20

another minute. Lots of people come. On his right side is Madhiaz

with Mazda. He and Farrand with the GT-R Lingga, and behind him there is Evan

with the s14. Zennie with his Mazda rx-8, and the last one is Nadeen

the sil80. Farrand looked back and saw the motorists

that's. His eyes were fixed on the figure beside Zennie. Dion's. Why that young man

here and sitting next to Zennie? What now after it stops being

rider, he slam the steering wheel into like himself? A navigator?

Looking at the stricken Farrand

while looking back makes Lingga quite curious. There's a thing what

can he make the woman look at him for long enough? And so he followed the direction

looking at Farrand, he clicked. 'Sort it'. Thought it. He found Dion

who was sitting sweetly beside Zennie. It must have been that made the navigator pensive with a sad look.

"Hey. You wouldn't

losing concentration and making us both lose, right?" Lingga Speech

roused Farrand from his captivity. He looks at the dark bead belonging to Lingga

with a sad look. The heart of Lingga is compassionate, wanting him to entertain but instead

bewildered. He's not a good entertainer. These may not be the words of the entertainer

it will be issued later, but even harsh words that pierced the heart until

it hurt Farrand's feelings.

"Just calm. I have

good emotional control in the car. You don't have to worry about me

losing concentration. Now the thing you need to worry about is

the weather could suddenly get worse." Farrand's calm words made Lingga

be certain. He did not choose a navigator.

"You've ever driven

on a slippery road due to rain?" Added Farrand. Linga shook. Usually

he will not race in bad weather. It's the first time.

This time he faced it.

"if you're scared, I can

replaced you. Just relax."

"Don't joke, Farrand.

You want us to die from being mired in a mess, huh?"

Farrand did not answer, he just

I can hold his laugh at the moment. The phallus underestimated him too much. And he doesn't like it

underestimated. Just hang. It will surely underestimate the Linga.

"Why laugh?" Lingas

cringing doesn't like. How could that woman laugh so hard?

What the words he said earlier sounded so funny to a woman

that it?

"No! Sorry yes, sorry. I

just don't think that's how scared you are if I'm the one driving

your car."

"How can I not

afraid that you'll replace me by driving, and I don't know you

can or cannot drive a car? Didn't you ask me to teach you? That

it means your abilities are below mine, right?" Farrand could only nod.

Justifying the long words that issued the mouth of the Linga.

"I want to be a racer.

That's my ambition right now. And I'll do anything to get it."

"And before you step

take that ambition. Make sure you have a car first."

"Yes yes, I know. If

we always go to the races and the prizes are always big, maybe not

I could have my own car for a year."

"And you're gonna stop being my navigator?"

"of course. I might

will have the same position as you are today. Sit behind the wheel and

look at the street in front of me."

"Yes.."

"READY?" linga Sayings

and the conversation of the two halted as he heard someone with a voice

his voice began to give his words. He needs to focus and start starting his car. Followed by other participants.

"5......4......3......2.......1...."

there's a pause and "Goooo." Along with the lowering of the hands

the counters, the illegal racers stepped on the gas pedal of the car

they're deep. The power of their cars has not been revealed. They

start walking in tandem when going to enter the first corner of the summit.

This time the race was held on Mount Falen, a peak higher than the Falenca hill.

They are required to as much as possible suppress the performance of their cars

respectively. And nature will choose which of them will

the real winner.

It's been 10 minutes they've been with each other

drive the iron vehicles they have. The roar of the car sounded loud though

from distance. Madhiaz is still in the lead. Followed by Evan and Lingga

thereafter. Only the three of them fought fiercely in the front row. Medium

the other two, Zennie and Nadeen were far behind.

Crasshhhhhhh.....

The rain suddenly fell without warning. Make a vehicle that is

crossing the racecourse inevitably reduced his speed. But different from

Evan. He even increased his speed on the slippery road and managed to overtake Madhiaz

leading position.

"Follow Evan right behind him.

Observe the movement and if you can see the technique, use it!" Command

Farrand. The phallus simply nodded and began to increase its speed.

"Don't be nervous. Believing in

your car and rest assured if you can." Further.

"You guys?"

"Yes. You and your car, Lingga."

"Isn't my opponent just Evan

just any? The power of our car is different. My GTR strength is well above s14

hers."

Tak... Farrand clapped the head of the phallus.

He never thought how proud he was of his car until he forgot

the most important thing in the racing world tonight? Something could happen, right?

"What the fuck are you? You don't

see if we're in the racecourse? You want me to hit a roadblock

you know the ravine, huh?" The phallus does not accept. He was confused as to why Farrand was

it suddenly hit his head. Not funny, if they're going in

the gap because the driver was shocked?

"Linga, listen!

Don't focus too much on the power of your car engine. You didn't see?

How to drive Evan so smoothly? Viewed from back here, way

driving it like it's been trained to deal with bad weather."

The phallus is silent, and in its silence

it justifies the word Farrand. How to drive Evan is indeed increased if

compared to a race in sunny weather conditions. He admitted it. Proven

with her hard-earned self following the pace of Evan's car. If in the

the conditions are clear he easily passes through. He wondered what Evan had

"Stop your mind about

evan's hidden strength. I know you're thinking about it, Lingga. Evan has just been

used to sharpen his skills in bad weather like this. So he's not too

well conditioned bright. The city of Taraka is Evan's home.

And it rains every day."

Decak awe arise in the heart of Linga.

He did not know if besides being able to read his mind, Farrand also knew a lot about

his opponent.

"Stop your coyol thinking

that, Lingga. I know from earlier you grumbled in your heart and commented

every word I say."

"Ehehehehee." and Linga.

only being able to chuckle softly as he was caught off guard was thinking about many things

by Farrand.

"Consider the details

small as possible. That could help you. I see Evan's car paint is a little faded and

the degree of fading is different. Faded spots in Evan cars can only be obtained if

cars often get rained. After all, Evan is not coming from here or Halu.

So I concluded he was from Taraka." The phallus just nodded. Marveled

detail of the navigator.

"Evan has the advantage.

The car is lighter than yours. GTR has more energy.

However, the burden is also large so that it can give an effect

tolerable."

"Then you want to say

if we don't have a chance?"

"I won't say

that thing. We still have a chance, however. I memorized this path.

So I'll consider where we can overtake him. In a moment

we're at the top. And when we descend our fight

actually."

"Our battle

in fact? Are you kidding me? I've even been desperately chasing him and you

like saying we haven't played? Then I'll just give up."

"Cih... give up you say?

We've walked this far you're gonna give up? I hate losing. And me too

hate losers. I have to win. And if you give up fighting with me.

Let me fight alone."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you don't

you can, let me drive."

"What the fuck are you? I

won't let your amaterasu drive. Stay there and give me

just put it in."

"So you said you didn't

willing it? There's still time to catch up if you want to switch positions

with me." with me."

"And let us

mired in the abyss? It's delicious."

"Alright. alright.

will give instructions and instructions. Promise me not to protest and

moaning. If you complain again. I'll make sure I drive anyway

how."

"All right..."

"The "front descendant is

descent with first bend. Next the left-right-left straight bend.

Keep up the speed." This time the Lingga could only nod

resignedly. He has promised, and will not deny.

The phallus strengthens his heart to

won, and he was determined to follow the advice of his navigator.

He was trying to keep up with Evan's speed. Heavy rain conditions and distance

limited viewing makes it spur deeper into her adrenaline. His eyes it

sharpen it to see the condition of the road in front of him. His heart is beating too

firmer. As if running with his mount.

They're going to come out of the corner

and then go through a rather long straight path. Farrand realized something.

And that's not a good thing.

"Help to make

your car uses a closed waterway. The front tires are already starting to wear out.

Chances are you'll experience understeer in the last five corners

very large. So then. Start using it from now on. Origin jangna too

frequently. Quite occasionally." Again the Lingga can only nod. It

increase his concentration and start trying to feel his steering wheel. He can't

rash. A little misstep he could lose and end up.

"After this is 5

consecutive sharp turns. We'll overtake at one of the corners. There's two

point to overtake. I wish you could use it."

Meanwhile, Evan continues

shadowed by the presence of Lingga behind him felt depressed. Himself almost

losing emotional control and increasing speed little by little. She's nervous.

Because, he who has been accustomed to driving on slippery roads and has never been

being defeated in bad weather like this felt miserable. Before this, it had not

never once approached by another rider until this close. Ah, naw.

He remembered if he had experienced this once. Before, when driving in

halu hills he was once defeated by a blue orange-striped s15 rider.

But all this time he never saw her again. And it seems that now it is

experiencing again the incident even though by a different car. In his heart he was sure if

the driver is different.

Evan's restless. Sometimes he glanced

rearview mirror and still see the GTR behind it with such a distance

earlier. There was no sign of other participants nearby. And it seems like it is too

sanctions if other participants are paraded fairly close to the two of them

with weather conditions like this.

"Argh….. Shit" Evan clucked. There are 4 more and

now the front tire has started to show signs of understeer. Spacing

the turn is not as sharp as before and begins to gradually widen along

tire wear and increased road slickness.

"Linga. Leftist

forward, reduce the distance a little. Make your car invisible to Evan and

turn off your car's floodlights." Farrand gave another warning. A phallus? It

snorted bitterly and wanted to protest but stopped him considering he had

pledging. With the lights alone, it is difficult to see the road,

what if the lights are off? Oh. Maybe he'll crash.

"We're going to move fast.

Drag the back of the seat, stay where you are, and I'll take control

rudder. Just briefly. And once we overtake I'll return to my position

be revived. After I give you a cue, do what I say quickly."

'9..8...7....6..5...' Farrand

counting in the heart. He has taken the cue will move to the Lingga chair.

'4...3...2....'

"Now." Phallus

move quickly fade the seat and turn off the car lights. Right hand

still holding the steering wheel and the tip of his toe still treading on the gas pedal.

He had to keep his car going.

And so did Farrand, too

move quickly as the Lingga retreats and takes over the steering wheel is also pedal in

his feet. The phallus that felt Farrand take his wheel then let go

his hands and feet. His heart is pounding harder. With Farrand

sitting in front of him is enough to make his breath go away. He looked at Farrand's back

in front of him. It's like facing someone else when you see Farrand

position now.

'It's wider than

women's shoulder size in general.' Inner Linga.

Evan glanced at the rearview again. It

sighing in relief, he no longer found the Lingga car behind him. And with

slowly he began to reduce his speed bit by bit. Though,

that's mistake. The car is invisible and is a bit far away

with him. But after Farrand took the helm, he drove off his car

more quickly. Scrape the distance between them and start approaching the bend

rightness. Farrand plans to overtake Evan's car. Saw

evan drift technique that has widened due to the wear of the tire, he thought it would be

get enough space on the right side for him to go.

Gotcha!!!Sering appears

he was thinly lipped when he saw Evan reduce the speed of his car a little and started

entering the right corner. According to his prediction, Evan turned in the right direction

slightly widened. And whusshh..... Farrand increased his speed. When the car

having passed Evan's car, click.

go back and surprise Evan. Evan did not expect if the Lingga car 'seen' disappeared due to the lights turned off. And suddenly just appeared

next to him, turn on the car lights.

Sreett...

The GTR easily overtakes Evan's s14. The speed also increases.

Until Evan couldn't catch up with him and the car seemed lost on the turn

ahead of him.

Huuhhh...

Farrand let out his breath after returning to his position and so did the Linga,

he had re-advanced his seat and took the helm in full after Farrand

give a lot of distance to Evan's car.

"Control the car like

start and maintain the speed. Finish is ahead." Again Linga

just nodding weakly at Farrand's words.

"And don't tell me anything

that was for anyone including Madhiaz." added Farrand. And even Linga

nodding, again. Her lips were locked tightly.

"Horeee....."

cheers echoed as Lingga's car crossed the finish line, followed

then Evan's car.

The new phallus can really

I was relieved when I crossed the finish line. He did not expect to get

amazing experience as amazing as that.

"Thankful .

works, right?" Farrand smiled at Lingga, and was only replied

nodding by him.

"I'll go out take it

his prize. You wanna come?" Fresh Linga.

"No. I'm gonna be right here

just." Reply Farrand.

"Cutractant in cafe lotus. Come jm 3 pm. I'll wait for you there."

Farrand nodded with a small smile. Thank goodness! He can pass one

langkah dengan mulus tanpa hambatan berarti.

***tbc***