Love On Asphalt
Episode 25's
After that long night, the two looked increasingly familiar
as the season cools due to snow falling. And like
right now, Farrand, is busy walking towards the school gate,
startled by the presence of Linga who suddenly hugged him from behind.
"I don't know if you're gonna use that bracelet
I gave it yesterday."
Wush.....
The Linga's breath hit Farrand's uncovered ear lobe
his hair and make a special tingling sensation for the owner. Her heart
berdesir received the treatment, and he did not deny if he felt happy
aka treatment Linga, her lover.
"You always surprise me."
Astounded.
That's what Lingga feels right now. How not? Appearance
Farrand now looks nothing like he used to. If it is usually a woman now
having the status of his lover had a perfect appearance, now he
looks... er... rather pitiful with the base of the nose and eyes that.
redden. And he was sure, his nose would have looked redder had it not been
covered with masks.
"You sick?"
Farrand shook his head softly, "i'm used to it like this if
winter's cooling. I always have the flu." The answer.
"You look pathetic."
"Let's. If you're afraid of getting infected, go. Get far
from me." Farrand ketus. He could see the eyes and the eyes
the love that Lingga put on him.
Fortunately, the streets are still slow and quiet, so the attitude
those who looked too close did not attract much attention.
"H-hey. I didn't say I was afraid of getting infected."
Farrand didn't answer, he just looked away and then
walk as fast as possible.
The phallus that did not want to miss was trying to catch up with him
by accelerating his footsteps. After parallel, he held hands
Farrand and took her in his arms.
"I don't know if you can't stand the season
cold." Linga Whispers.
"And now you know, right?"
"Y-yes."
"And let me tell you one more thing about winter
it's." it's."
"..."
"I'm also allergic to cold. So, let go of my left hand in order to
I can scratch my itchy right hand."
Set....
Farrand stomped his hand violently and then began to scratch a small
right arm. His tone had been sounding sharp since. And that makes
The phallus snorted and shook his head. He wanted to laugh, but with
he immediately paused because it could make his lover offended.
"I always hated winter." Farrand.
Farrand's murmur that almost sounded soft could still be
caught by the hearing senses of the Linga. He smiled a little, and then
clutching Farrand's little shoulder into his arms.
"Don't stay away from me. This way you will feel
a little warm." The phallus right on his earlobe.
Blush.....
The red hue ran over Farrand's smooth face. And without Linga knowing, Farrand
biting her lower lip covered by a mask.
"Hatchhiii...." A sneezing sound was heard, the Linga
startled reflex took off his embrace and staggered to the side.
"Why do you still go in if you feel this kind of pain?
You should just go home and rest well."
"And let you get back teased by that next-class lady?
No. gabe. After all, today there are tasks that must be collected if I want my grades
safe and can graduate with a satisfactory grade."
"For heaven's sake, Fa. He's just the kid next door that the teacher appointed to be my partner
when reading the greeting for graduation later."
"You're insensitive. Seeing him look at you with a look of admiration
it just made me know enough that he's interested in you. Especially him
also quite often present in the matches that you always follow."
"He was always there even when I wasn't racing
here." Linga Grousers.
"What did you say?"
The gawat!!
The phallus forgets one thing if it is close to Farrand,
don't grumble or he'll go berserk. That's what he should be
put it well in his mind.
"N-no."
"Don't grumble behind me. I don't like it."
"Hey.
usually?"
"Kubeang. If you don't like it. You can stay away from me."
Some more! Farrand again answered the Linga with a tone
very obvious ketus. And if you can be honest, Lingga wants to be quiet if
facing the nature of Farrand which for him is similar to the mothers of apartment owners
who's in his devilish time for charging rent.
And it seems, he should also add this in the notes
especially personally.
- Farrand and winter, a very terrible combination.
"Start tomorrow just lengthen your hair and arrange it like
." used to." Farrand.
"Why?"
"I don't like it when they look at you like a lion
staring prey. Disgusting."
"Hoo.
apparently. It'sit's okay. I'll extend it again and model it so as not to make
my face is handsome."
"B-Whispering"
"Calm Fa. Even though I became a school idol,
I won't turn to pretty girls out there."
"Dreams."
Farrand was walking faster and like trying to leave
The phallus began far behind him. The phallus was dark, and he ran a little
to go after Farrand.
"H-hey. are you in your period until.
treat me like this, Fa?"
It is not unusual for Lingga to ask Farrand
just don't want a misstep because if the woman is in time
during this period, she became like a female tiger guarding her cubs. And it is
you have your own trauma about it.
Set....
Farrand turned around, his sharp gaze looming toward the Linga and with a moment
The phallus stopped its steps. A thread of sweat flowed down his thin, and he
feeling a gripping aura instantly appear around him.
"h-huh. I'm not gonna ask you again. Let's go to
class together."
Goody.
The phallus breathed a little because Farrand was already a little calmer. If it were
know Farrand is in his period, of course he will not act
haphazardly and said things that could make him rise in blood. He still feels
horrified, really! The hospital incident a while ago still
it was recorded clearly in his memory until now.
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.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else...
A pale blonde woman stepped on her legs
line up gracefully to a famous salon in the city center. Facial
beautiful as if hypnotizing several pairs of pedestrian eyes that are not
purposely passed him. He smiled, pausing for a moment, with
his chin raised he again walked gracefully through the crowd of time
also on foot like that.
"Wait for me, dear Lingga." His whisper.
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.
.
The atmosphere of the Farrand class is currently more crowded than usual.
It was now the last hour before the break, and somehow the current teacher should be
teaching doesn't even exist and leaves a pile of tasks to do.
While the others were busy chattering, Farrand was busy keeping quiet
closed his eyes while leaning his head against the table. He felt dizzy, flu
what he was suffering from right now was quite capable of overwhelming him. Especially plus
with the hives from her cold allergy, uh, it made her feel even more
just tormented. If the powder for his allergy is not depleted, he probably will not
as tormented now, and when to the pharmacy to buy it, unfortunately the stock is still
blank. Fortunately, Lingga was willing to help with some of his tasks and
it can be finished faster. Not the intention of the heart to use the Linga, but the Linga
it was himself who offered it.
"Farrand, are you okay?" Nadeen nudged Farrand's arm slightly
which he made as his head.
"Where do I look good, Nadeen?"
"CHUCK!" Nadeen gave a stifled cry as he looked at Farrand
raised his head and showed his face that was starting to tangle.
"You're not a doctor? Or better if I take it to the UKS
just?"
"I can't do a doctor alone. My father had already been
leaving while I was cooking. I don't even know if it's my situation now
it's getting worse."
"Why not just call Dhiaz. Or you could
calling your girlfriend to deliver.."
"And make him skip school? No."
"Geez, Rand.
it's always thinking too far."
"I just don't want to be a hassle." Farrand is back
immerse his face in the curvature of his hand. His head felt heavier, and
he's starting to feel overwhelmed now.
"I'll borrow your phone."
"For what?"
"Juzzi it." Farrand relented, limp
he reached into his pocket and took his phone out of there. After he left it to
Nadeen, Nadeen pressed the button and it looked like he was on the phone
somebody's.
"hallo" The heavy voice across there said hello
nadeen's sense of hearing.
"No. Uncle just finished the job
uncle."
"good. Then pick Farrand up at school, he's sick
and he doesn't want me to take him to the UKS."
"What's? Since when? Alright. I'll be there soon.
Wait for Nadeen."
Clik...
Nadeen breathed out softly after his phone was cut off unilaterally. He knows,
farrand's stubbornness now can only be overcome if his father is the
acted. So he decided to call Nadeen. No wonder, though
using Farrand's phone though, Arasya immediately recognized his voice. That thing
because only Nadeen used to contact him to tell
farrand's Condition.
"I called uncle. You get ready, Farrand."
Nadeen. He patted Farrand's shoulder gently and then went back to bankruptcy.
"Why did you call Dad? I can go home by myself
later."
"And you passed out in the middle of the street? No. gabe. Nadeen, sir,
take him downstairs to see Uncle Nadeen. I'll ask permission
to the Master of the Guard"
lingga said to interrupt Farrand's speech. He was worried about Farrand,
but he is confused how. And so, when Nadeen called Farrand's father,
he decided to ask Farrand to allow it.
Nadeen nodded slowly. He felt no problem, his job
he had finished it and the course hour was almost over.
Linga quickly exited the classroom and headed for the teacher's room. Followed
nadeen then grabbed Farrand and carried his bag. Farrand felt no
delicious, besides he had troublesome Nadeen and Lingga, he also felt that he had
interfered with his father's work.
"Other times if you're not feeling well, ask permission
no need to go to school." Cerca Nadeen's.
"sorry. I thought it was light as usual, and I
I plan to buy medicine at the pharmacy after school. But no
I thought if it could end up deteriorating quickly like this. It's the worst flu
that I've experienced."
"That's it. What matters is that you can go home first and
recess. Uncle will definitely call a doctor for you."
"I hope so too, Nadeen."
"See. Even uncle has come." Happy tone
implied from the screeches Nadeen when he saw Nadeen coming and waiting to be raided.
He smiled, waving an idle hand at Nadeen. Nadeen
replying with a charming smile, but Farrand who saw it only
can snort and pursed his lips.
"You should've told Dad that it wasn't good
body." Arasya. His hand deftly moved Farrand immediately
from Nadeen's papahan to the red car he was wearing.
"Uncle buy a car?" Ask Nadeen.
"Yes. But this car uncle bought for Farrand."
"Heee.... So Farrand is now using this car?"
"Yes. But he rarely wears it. So rather than idle,
uncle just wear it. Hehe." Arasya gave her little grin as she looked
Nadeen who was dumbstruck with not his elites.
"You need to get well soon so I can help you
racing." Nadeen said with a slight whisper to Farrand who was already
sitting next to the wheel. Arasya who saw him only smiled a little.
"See you.
Nadeen's. Thank you"
Nadeen waved his hand at Nadeen as Arasya's car sauntered slowly away from the school gate. Nadeen
nod and smile back at him.
"Either why Uncle Arasya looks always charming huh.
Kyaa...." Nadeen was hysterically suffocated when she saw the car Farrand was wearing
and Arasya breezed away from her school complex.
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.
Farrand opened the mask he was wearing shortly after the car
his father drove a little away from the school area. He grabbed a piece of tissue
it's on the dashboard of his car, put it in his nose and
removing snot that from earlier he held in the class.
"Sorry, dad."
"What's wrong. I should've apologized, I didn't
so watching you now. I forgot I had to buy medicine for
watch out."
"Actually this morning I wasn't too bad. So then
I decided to go to school. But I can't believe I'm getting worse this fast.
For as long as I can remember, this is the worst flu I've ever had."
"That's it. I'm feeling more guilty if you keep going
blaming yourself like this. I feel like I failed because I didn't
watch your condition."
"Dad....."
"Daddy to the hospital."
"DON'T!!" Arasya reflexively turned towards Farrand
as a result of Farrand's sudden scream. In fact, he almost stepped on
the brake pedal goes deep and gets traffic stuck.
"Why?"
"I don't like hospitals. I'll call the doctor
housebound. I'll be a good boy and obey all the father's orders."
"Hooo...really?"
"Yes..."
"Including the father who will take care of you personally?"
"Then how's dad's job?"
"Can be left. It's not too busy anyway."
Arasya lied, and fortunately he said in a senatural tone
maybe so Farrand didn't notice. Farrand is now his priority, so
there was no way he would leave Farrand who was sick like this
alone.
"But you can't wait for me all the time. Paternity
can work as usual. And I can rest in peace."
"We'll talk about that later."
Farrand nodded.
Soon he returned to sneezing and wiping the snot out. Looked at it, Arasya
I could only look at Farrand with concern.
"By the way, I heard something surprising
it's happening."
"Something? What'sthat?"
"Father with from uncle Mirza, if anyone forms a team
racing here. They're not real people here. Only the newcomer and want to master
the Fallen City racecourse."
"Who are they?"
"Uncle Mirza did not give a detailed explanation. He just
saying if he started to worry, there was news that said they were moving
slowly but surely."
"Slow but sure?"
"Yes. They do not use violence. But their way
betting on it's what makes you fret."
"What are they at stake, Dad?"
"They bet the car for every game that
held."
"...."
"The loser must surrender the car used to the
victor. Of course, with the full letter."
"Crazy. A bold bet."
"You're right. And some people have lost. Included
the rider who once harmed you and the phallus."
"I mean father, a rider disguised as a father of time
that?"
"really. And now the car has been used by one of them
the rider."
"Then why did they form that team here? Why
not someplace else? Halu, perhaps? Isn't there more potential than
here?"
"You're right. It's still a mystery. According to Mirza,
it's likely that they're still drawing up the power to go to other areas."
"Do they have many members?"
"Yes. What I heard was that they were originally a group of young men
a player who only has one car to race. And that car
obtained from the race they wear to members who do not already have
car."
"So they're a capitalless team, eh?"
"That's how it is."
"What about De Yuna? As
the old organization that organized the race event, they were supposed to go down
hands right? After all, the races in some areas of this Kage district
those who have control over it."
"They just kept quiet. And they confirmed if it was
not their authority."
"I don't know what to do, Dad. According dad? Is
I have to come?"
"I don't think. I think their movement is still reasonable.
The bet would not have happened without the consent of both parties. And
they didn't commit any violence at all."
"Ne, dad. I don't want to try to fight
them? I don't think you've been racing in a long time, do you?"
"hey. hey.... Dear farrand. Dad's too old
to fight against those who are young. Shouldn't the father
ask you that? You have potential, and I bought you too
this car."
"Come on dad, I still don't feel confident for
making bets. I know for myself that I'm still immature and
experience with driving techniques."
"You're right. If you need anything, say dad, yes. If
you need a better car, I'll buy it for you."
"For a while I still loved this car."
"So you have to buy your own car."
"Then that silvia? Want daddy's boy?"
"Hm. I mean, the car
a sedan you can drive everyday to the office."
"Ouch...."
So late they were in small talk, they both did not
be aware if they have arrived at the complex they live in.
"Come, daddy's fat." Nadeen came down and thrust
his back to Farrand, intending to carry his daughter.
"I'm a big boy, dad."
"But I still consider you my father's little daughter who always
daddy's a fat man."
Farrand pursed his lips in annoyance. But without denying he went up
his father's back and lay his head on his father's back. He misses things
that's. And without him noticing, Arasya smiled slightly as he carried her.
Tbc
