Love On Asphalt

Episode 2

Lingga drove his car at full speed. He should

could. Tonight was a tense night of determination for him. How

noot? He is currently fighting in the racecourse against the man he once was

admire, Yasa. Apparently the news of his fame had reached Yasa's ears. It - Linga-Linga

young driver from Halu City who moved to Falen City, in no time

up to 3 months had been the prima donna of the Falen City racecourse.

The phallus - reportedly invincible - makes Yasa's ears heat up.

He wants to see firsthand how the young racer who –anya-now became the king of racing in Falen City.

Actually the heart of Linga is currently in a state of malice. He didn't

thought that this soon would be a match against Yasa. It's not ready yet, though,

he expressed his unpreparedness by rejecting Yasa's challenge. But Yasa

not giving up just like that. He even offered to bet with a prize

automaker. If the Linga wins from him. He will willingly surrender

the ride is now a black Nissan Skyline GT-R. And

and vice versa. If Lingga loses, then his Ford Mustang must be him

let's take Yasa home.

And this is how it is, he who now has to fight

desperately get the GT-R and defend his Mustang. Or if

no, he'll stop being a racer. How could he continue

race if he doesn't have his must on his side?

Lingga has driven his car at full speed

as best as possible. Honestly, he doesn't want to end up here. Whenever it has to end, it

wanted to end after fighting off Ichigo's rider. But that doesn't mean anyway

he wanted to just end up fighting him, no. He doesn't want to

it's it's happening.

Yasa was still leading. This time it was difficult for the phallus to be able to

precede Yasa. The narrow path makes her die lice to just look for

cleft. Understandably, this route passes through a small alley route in a dense residential area

the inhabitants.

Linga, can only say prayers in the heart. May God be kind enough to give him a chance to win.

Yasa's eyes narrowed sharply. Less than 100m longer is the tip

this alley. that means in front of the big road again. Then as much as possible

his eyes are required to be observant to observe the front path in the form of a fork.

He doesn't want to be cheated. He also did not want to lose this match.

He must win anyway. Even the Mustang riders behind him

is a beginner, he can not underestimate and take it lightly so

just. Because after all the racers who are rumors that beginners have things

good to count.

Yasa still maintained his speed. At least he didn't

want to look back where Lingga is. And so at the end

hallway, braaakkk........ Even small collisions are inevitable. He did not expect

if there would be pedestrians pushing the cart across that fork.

His shock made Yasa step on the brake pedal deeply.

'Shit' Forward.

Instantly, he felt as if his world was collapsing. It's definitely

fatal, but before the finish line decides everything, he wants to

try harder. Who knows if there will be a miracle.

Meanwhile, the phallus did not waste that opportunity

come by. Unlike Yasa who stepped on the brake pedal, he even stepped on the pedal

strong gas, absolutely do not want to miss the opportunity that Kami-Sama gave for him. And, Great!. He passed through the slow Yasa

the car was driven by a small accident. Now just a little more reaching

finish. Just enter the tunnel road under the bridge and the match

finished at the end of the road.

The lingga that is still leading is advancing the Ford Mustang

his is the highest speck of speed and power. His heart is beating

getting closer to the finish. On the other side of his heart he knew. Yasa

just give up. And sure enough, he used the other side of the road to

reach the end line. Even if it means driving against the current.

Yasa widened his eyes. The box car in front of him now

not what he expected. A car big enough to drive

the faster vehicle he couldn't do. He can't make his car

abrasions. He loved his car very much.

And the result this time was predictable. The linga that

return home with Yasa's GT-R. Yasa smiled. Even though he lost, he

relieved. At least he lost with honor. When he finished it immediately

approaching Lingga who is still in his car. He feels if

he must do this. This is the match he played, and

as compensation he will not run away from the responsibility of giving up

the gift he promised.

"I'll drive it and drive it

arrive at your apartment. May it? My friend will come and take me

home." Yasa.

"alright. I will gladly allow. And no

need to call your friend. I'll take you to your house."

"OK." Yasa smiled. It's not bad either. It

thought he would be ridiculed desperately by the boy who had defeated him

these. But his mind just missed. The young man in front of him was not like he was

imagine it. The phallus was young and had talent in the racing world. He was

had thought if later Lingga would laugh at him. But not, Linga

not doing that at all. He offers to drive Yasa.

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Linga was still faithful looking at the thick book in front of him while

occasionally frowning. Really, doing essay like this

not skill. A thick book may be a powerful sleeping remedy

to keep him closed right now. If you do not pay attention to the presence

a killer teacher like Mr. Djayantadidepan

class certainly.

Meanwhile, a woman was sitting on two benches

front seat Lingga...

Farrand had already solved the problem the teacher had given him

in front of that class. He nodded his left hand on his desk. It

bewildered. Something is stirring his mind at the moment. So many

thoughts fluttering in his head. About his father's health

the more of a day seemed to be getting weaker, and about his desire to go down to the arena

the road that Madhiaz opposed. He and Madhiaz knew each other.

He will usually stop by for a while or visit there when he is not in

car wash. He and Madhiaz had known each other since childhood. And the

getting to know Madhiaz is because his father often takes him

madhiaz's father's workshop. Madhiaz' father was a subscription mechanic

his father and also maybe they've been close since adolescence.

But that's not the only thing that bothered his mind.

The problem with Nadeen - the colleague next to his desk - is also weighing him down.

How not? This morning, early in the morning, he came to Farrand's house with

radiant face. Dragging Farrand, who is still preparing breakfast for his father

go to school soon. He had to let his father eat his own breakfast

and she had breakfast at school. ‘Nadeen scarf!’ The meaning in the heart.

It's actually nothing. Nadeen just asked him to

accompanied him to meet Lingga, the new student who moved one month ago. With

passionate Nadeen tells if he saw last night

lingga match against Yasa. Amazing contest - according to Nadeen-

until he resolved to get close to the Linga at that time. And

dragging Farrand, to reduce his nervousness later when talking to Lingga.

Farrand was completely confused this time. What is the relationship between his presence

by reducing Nadeen's nervousness later?

If it wasn't for the ridiculous promise he broke, he wouldn't have

ever wanted to obey the wishes of such short-haired friends.

Tet...

"Chairman, collect the assignment sheets and bring them to my desk." Djayanta. The chairman

class, Haris.

Snorted. And another student sighed in relief.

Nadeen snatched away the question paper that Djayantatadi just gave him.

Fortunately, Farrand finished it. If not? Maybe he will give

additional lessons for Nadeen later.

"Farrand, you didn't forget your promise, did you?" Ask Nadeen

after completing the paper to the class leader.

"Promise? I don't remember having an appointment with you, Miss

sweet." Farrand blinked his eyes. Pretending to forget by showing up

plain face.

"Oh. pretend to forget it turns out. Should I remind you if

to Uncle Arash if you've ever been convicted of climbing

pag....." The sentence Nadeen said was cut off just like that in the hand

tiny Farrand first smothered his lips.

"alright. Miss sweet. Come onl. Kutemani. But remember! I

only accompany. And I'll bring my provisions and. I'm so hungry

now." now."

"certain." Nadeen. Uh. This friend of his is very destestonce and without ba.

bi bu again he dragged Farrand to the bench Lingga.

Meanwhile, he was arrested, Lingga was tidying his stool

from the confusion due to the task. His eyes frowned in surprise when he found two

people with different gender ladies models are heading towards him. He looked

left and right. Maybe the two girls were not him?

"A. ano .. Lingas. I. I want to talk.

with you. Can I?" Nadeen's face had flushed. She's nervous. It's hand-remate

The farrand he held. The owner of the hand looked at him annoyed.

"Speak" said Lingga coldly. While his hand

still tidying up his desk.

"Can we just talk in the back yard? It's about that

last night.?" Linga stopped the movement of her hand. Just stay

entering books. But Nadeen's statement left him a little shocked.

"What do you mean by last night?"

"Of course things are going on between you and.... Yasu?"

Rounded Eye of Linga. He did not think that the girl in front of him knew this

overnight.

"I'm coming along." Disconnect later. And the Linga

just follow behind his second back.

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Arriving at the deserted back garden, Lingga circulated

view to the park. A beautiful place. Rarely are students

thither. Nadeen chose a seat under a towering fir tree and

provides a calming effect. There is a table and four

the chair that surrounds it.

Nadeen sat in the middle. To his left is the phallus, and

on his right is Farrand. The awkward atmosphere still enveloped them

threes. Farrand is engrossed in his smartphone, and the Linga-Nadeenyang pair

speechless..

"Are you going to be quiet until the bell comes in? Oh, come

on. babe. I'm here like a mosquito repellent." Farrand said

solitude. Linga. A little bit of it justifies what Farrand

tell the.

"Hurry along. I've been.. "and. kraukkkkkk.

Linga interrupts. Her face flushed. Hell, his stomach's asking to be filled

at the wrong time. There were two women next to him.

"It." Farrand thrust his box toward the Linga

and it's moving. "I'm full. You can eat with Nadeen while

talk about what you want to say, Nadeen." Farrand turned and

walk to the canteen. Looks like he has to let go of his stomach just stuck

a bag of bread and a box of milk. Haaahhhhhh.

makes his stomach noisy. Fortunately, he was far from the two gender-different beings.

After the departure of Farrand, Lingga immediately took the supply box

it was Farrand who was left to him. His stomach was already stirred up asking for it

fill. Ah, fuck this mane creature with this little pink coloring beside it. It will

think about that embarrassment later. The most important thing for him is to fill

his stomach is starving.

"So, you're keeping me here, just to shut me down and

letting me starve like this?" Linga started the conversation. Unpleasant

it feels like time is wasted.

"Ano. That's not what I mean, Linga. I wanted to

tell you if I, admire you. I saw your match last night, though,

you're so amazing with your vehicle." Nadeen. Heighs

breath. At least a little bit of the burden is reduced. And, well, he will.

thank Farrand later.

"I don't know how you got on the race track

overnight. But for sure, how could a girl like you be

there. Shouldn't a girl be at home?" Lingas

started to eat his dishes. For a moment his eyes rounded, but Nadeen did not realize.

'Taste good. Is it his mother's?' His inner.

"My mom and dad are overseas. So I

can be quietly out at night. Madhiaz is with me anyway. So you didn't

need to worry." Nadeen smiled towards the Linga that was engrossed in eating

it belongs to Farrand.

"Can I come with you sometime?"

Further.

"What do you expect from me?" Ask Linga.

"Nothing, I've wanted to jump into racing

nightly. You tau? I even asked my father for a car so I could study

becoming racer. I want to make history as the fastest female rider

the Falen City. I want like the story of the rider s80 on Usui's mountain. The history as

the fastest woman." Nadeen's eyes sparkled as she told her dream.

"You know, the racing world isn't as beautiful as your shadow." Lingas

shook slowly. Does the girl in front of him not know that?

"I know. But I'm not giving up. At least a record

for the fastest female racer here is not yet available. I'm going to set a record

that's."

"What steps are you going to start?"

"I want you to teach me how to drive a car. I've been

ask at ajari Madhiaz. But he's not good enough. He's just after all

I can scold you when you teach me. Saying things that shouldn't

i heard. And I hate that so much."

"Then, what does this have to do with me?"

"You're great, Yasa

you can beat. Who knows by studying you you can make me as good as

yourself."

"I'm not interested in teaching women."

"Oh. Come on. My dad bought me s80 years ago.

I don't want to waste it."

The phallus is upset. It turned out that the girl in front of him was this type

young lady is hard to argue about her wishes.

"You don't even have a SIM yet."

"I don't think you have either. I'm gonna

pay monthly. I heard from Madhiaz that you live alone without people

your old."

'Oh, shit!' Linga curses in the heart. He does not deny if he

he needs a flow of funds for his life. And the girl's offer was quite tempting.

He can save the results of the race for later tuition fees. "Ok, I

will teach you. His schedule. You set it. But only once a week. No

more than that. And for his honor. I asked for more. There is always a price above

quality, right?"

"agree. You can trust me. And I'm gonna go get you

later tonight. We start tonight."

Nadeen smiled brightly, he knew that in negotiations, he

masterfully.

"Later I'll race."

"After the race. Isn't tomorrow a holiday?"

"Alright, alright. The night after the race. But you

I cannot protest the way I teach. Or I'll stop teaching you."

Nadeen smiled happily. Ah, he's got 2 chances now.

Opportunity is taught by Lingga, and opportunity approaches with him. Him

nodding steadily. A reddish hue crept across his cheeks. He can't wait

later tonight. Ah, looks like he'll take Farrand along.

'Good idea. I'll ask Farrand to stay at my house as

alibi to uncle Arash. I must succeed in taking Farrand and. Will

I'll show him my skills later. And I also want to see how

farrand looks like when he sees me driving.' Inner Nadeen.

Meanwhile the bell had rung and the phallus had gone

from there left Nadeen who was still engrossed with his happy thoughts.

*TBC