Love On Asphalt

Episode 32

Farrand is now pensive to enjoy a cup of warm tea in front of the minimarket. It's still 7 p.m. So there is a 2-hour grace period until the promised match starts. Cold air began to penetrate into his small body, he who was currently wearing thick clothes with black boots began to feel if his body shivered a little. He did not feel it much, and now, his mind focused on his memory on Christmas Eve after the return of the phallus.

Flashbacks.

Farrand, who was still sitting in the living room with his father, was sipping warm tea slowly. There was no conversation surrounding them even though they were alone now. Not usually they can only stay still, but since the return of Lingga and Nadeen an hour ago, his father looks like he is hiding something.

"Hey, dad. Is there something that bogged down your mind?" Ask Farrand. He does not feel at home with continuous conditions like this.

"Actually, there are some things I want to tell you. But first, can you ask me a few things?"

Farrand nodded slowly. Actually his heart was racing hearing the heavy tone his father said, but, he tried to act as calm as possible. All along, his father would not have used such a tone if not in serious talk.

"See ya. I'll answer if I have the answer."

"Ne, Farrand. Do you love the Linga?"

Farrand jerked little, loving? Doesn't that seem obvious? Why did his father ask again about it?

"I guess, yeah. Why did you ask that?"

"Actually......" Arasya sighed for a moment, like he wanted to find the right word to say.

"Father out of town a few days yesterday is not just for business travel alone. Except also visiting my old friend."

"Then?"

"He had two sons. The firstborn is not much different from you."

"And what does this have to do with me, Dad?"

Arasya sighed again.

"Since you guys were kids, we've been trying to get you two together. You, and his eldest son."

Nyoutt...

Farrand's heart ached, betrothed he said? Why is his father saying this now? When his heart had now been tethered to the dark-haired young man.

"Stupid us? Then how's my relationship with the Linga?"

"Dad doesn't know for sure. But they're planning on coming here on New Year's Eve."

New year celebration? Isn't that a few days away? And they, will come here? Then, how about his relationship with Lingga after this?

"Dad, don't you know that I'm in a relationship with Linga?"

"Dad knows."

"Then why did you say this to me?"

Tests....

A tear fell from Farrand's bowed eyelid. He couldn't take sudden news like this.

"Dad knows this is too sudden for you. But believe. I just want what's best for you."

Best said? Is making her child's heart ache like this the best decision?

"Why did you say this so suddenly? What makes you feel like this is the best decision?"

"Listen, dear Farrand. Your late mother has wanted this since you were a baby. You don't know them because we haven't seen each other in a long time. They were your best friends and your mother. They are also the ones who are secretly helping our company. And yesterday, I told you a lot about us. Either way, we've been tied to that old promise and we want to make it happen."

"Then what about me, Dad? Didn't you tell them I had a lover?"

"Had you said."

"Why don't you just cancel it?"

"Dad can't. Dad's been bound by a promise, after all, can't love come as time goes on? You can get to know his family and him after this. He's a good boy, and maybe, I can rest easy if I leave you to him."

"What about me? That's according to dad. I don't even know who they mean."

"They're old friends of dad's. And you must have forgotten because you met even before you were three."

Farrand. He could no longer hold back the tears that had been wracking out of his eyelids.

"Farrand......"

"I don't know what to do, Dad."

"I'm sorry dad..."

"That's it......"

Farrand got up, he who could not bear the pain in his heart now moved to leave his father who was still sitting at the family room table. With a definite step, he entered the room by slamming the door and locked it from the inside. He sat leaning against the door he had closed and sank his tearful face into the folds of the legs he had bent. He feels fucked. He had just walked a new path with Lingga and now his father's decision seemed to destroy it. He was confused how to explain it to Linga. But clearly, he actually still does not accept the unilateral decision of his father. Inwardly, why, his father who had always been open to him did not say it at all? If his father had said it earlier, he would have been more careful not to love someone.

End flashback.

Farrand sighed again who was inexplicably into how many times this time. After the night of his father's confession, he preferred to remain silent, his father ignored him. Even he also slightly silenced the Linga. And now, fortunately, his father is out. So he can get out early and end up here.

"Why am I like this?" His monologue.

"The family's going to come. But until now I haven't even told Lingga. Is she okay if I tell her this?" Added.

Only silence surrounded him at this moment. Although the atmosphere around it is not too quiet because there are still some people who pass by.

After that he reached into the phone that he put in his warm clothing pocket, shifted a little and intended to call someone.

"Hello" The voice on the other side sounded, but his tongue was as though it was a hoax to simply reply to him.

"What's up, Fa?"

"Ling, where are you?" Said later.

"I'm in the apartment. What was? Your voice sounds hoarse. Have you been crying?"

"I'll be there. Wait for me."

Clik.

Without hearing the consent of Lingga, Farrand immediately ended his call unilaterally and immediately put his phone in his pocket. He immediately grabbed the keys to his car that he put on the table. He rushed over, and his destination was now the Lingga apartment.

As soon as he reached the basement apartment, Farrand immediately ran towards the apartment occupied by his lover. He ran with eyelids that continuously shed tears. He didn't even care if he had bumped into some people walking past in front of him. And suddenly Farrand's behavior got attention from several pairs of eyes.

Click.

The door of Lingga's apartment opened as he knocked. The phallus had been waiting for him, and a facial expression that implied anxiety was now perched on his face.

Bruks....

Farrand immediately lunged over the sturdy body of the Linga as soon as the door opened and showed the figure of the Lingga behind it. Linga gasped, he who did not expect if Farrand would immediately hit it was blindsided and fortunately he did not fall.

"What's up, Fa? You didn't answer my question from earlier."

Farrand. He further tightened his embrace and buried his tearful face in the field belonging to Lingga.

"Let's talk inside. I'll close the door first."

Farrand nodded, he took off his embrace and rubbed his tears violently. And after Lingga had finished closing the door, he took Farrand and took him to the living room.

"Sit down first. I'll make you a hot drink."

Farrand shook his head, he hugged Lingga again and cried again.

"What's up, Fa. I feel confused about your current situation. Is there a problem?"

Farrand nodded softly, sobs of tears becoming clearer from him.

"Please, Ling. Tell me. Do you love me?"

Linga frowned at him, "Of course I love you, Fa." Her speech.

"I'm not leaving you."

"Are you going to fight me? Even if my father would get in the way of our relationship?"

The phallus looks more confused at this time. "What actually happened?

"Dad ....he...."

"What's wrong with uncle?"

"He betrothed me to his friend's eldest son."

Linga's heart suddenly hurt to hear Farrand say it. He was stunned along with Farrand's increasingly roaring cry.

"I don't want to, Ling. I don't want to be betrothed to someone I don't know at all."

"So, if that guy you know, you want to?"

Farrand shook his head loudly, "Only if that person is you. I want to."

Actually the heart of Linga slightly warmed up to hear Farrand say that. But the fact about Farrand who has been betrothed, he can not just look at it.

"Say Ling. If you're gonna fight me. I don't want to be separated from you."

"I.... "

"Say Ling."

"I'll fight for you. And I'm not gonna let you go so easily."

Isakan Farrand is becoming. He tightened his embrace and further buried his face in the chest of the Linga. And Linga, he gently rubbed Farrand's long mane and slightly peeked at the top of his head. Somewhat for a long time they were like that, and after that, Farrand felt his world dark and consciousness whizzing from him.

　

　

The phallus that felt Farrand's body stiffen with no more sobbing, immediately loosened his embrace. He saw Farrand's face, and was shocked to find Farrand losing consciousness. With a bit of pain, he carried Farrand's body and took him to the bed in the only room of his apartment. He caught the fog, he immediately took a bottle of eucalyptus oil to resuscitate Farrand. After he got it, he rubbed the oil on his hands, made Farrand smell it, and patted Farrand cheek softly. Actually he knew nothing about waking people unconscious, and he did it in the abstract and just followed what his heart said.

"I beg. Aware." Lingga. He was still patting Farrand on the cheek, hoping the owner would open his eyes.

"Cranium...." Lirih Farrand's.

Successfully, Farrand slowly opened his eyes and called out the name Linga softly. The phallus was relieved to see it. And then Lingga saw Farrand sitting himself, he immediately held him down.

"Don't wake up. I'll get you a drink."

Farrand nodded weakly. He wanted to cry again, but he broke it down and tried to hold back his tears.

"This. Drink." The phallus thrust a box of apple juice at Farrand and was greeted by a nod. He wanted to sit down, and carefully Lingga helped him and gave him a support pillow on his back.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Linga shook her head, "I was so afraid to see you unconscious, Fa. I'm afraid you'll leave me."

"Will you keep me by your side, Ling?"

"I'm gonna do it. I'll convince Uncle Arasya if I love you. I don't even care if I end up in his hands."

"If that happens, I'll catch up with you."

"I love you." Farrand moved his hand and grabbed Lingga into his arms. Linga looked up, she looked Farrand in the eye and then kissed him gently. No *******. Just two lips.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Non-long."

"Jam 9 I will meet Samuel's challenge. Come with me, yeah."

"But it's very cold outside. I'm afraid you're gonna get sick considering your body can't stand the cold."

"What's wrong. I need an impingement right now. Feeling fucked. Anyway, I can't tell Dad and tell him to come and fight with Samuel."

"Why?"

"I kept Dad quiet these few days. Let it. I'll tell Samuel the truth. Anyway, I'm not sure I'm gonna win."

"You could lose your car if you lose."

"Let's. I'll take it another time."

Lingga clenched his mouth, he could not deny the wishes of his lover. All he could do right now was support him and follow him.

"Later. You out. I won't show up to Samuel before the game's over. I'm afraid if he doesn't find my father, he's canceling the game."

Linga nodded. He could understand what his girlfriend wanted. He'll do what Farrand says.

And here they are now, in the rest area under the Falenca hill. Samuel who had come first was ready behind the wheel with his steed. In a chair not far from Samuel's car, there was Ava who sat down wearing thick clothes. Not much to do, his activities only dwell on the smartphone screen that is in his grasp. He who deliberately brought the Lingga car could only be silent because Samuel had warned him first so that he did not act too much.

The phallus that had come out of Farrand's car was now approaching Samuel. He will tell about the things he and Farrand have agreed on before. He would count down, and Farrand would fight Samuel from behind each other's wheel.

"Samuel. Here I am going to count down. Whatever the outcome may be, I hope you won't take your words back." Lingga.

"I know. I'll return your car if he wins. And instead, I'll take his car if he loses."

"And one more. Whatever happens, you don't expect to challenge him again."

"I know. And I promise. You can take your car right away if he wins because I told Ava to take him tonight."

The phallus nodded slowly and took a position to prepare for counting. Samuel's car was on the left side, and when he tried to find out who he was fighting, he only saw his silhouette because of the opaque glass of the car. But he was sure, with the aura he felt and the car he knew, he was not wrong for the opponent he had been waiting for.

"5..4......" The phallus began to count backwards, and the sound of the engine roar now rang out loud.

"3.2......" The phallus began to doubt his heart. I don't know why he felt something bad was lurking Farrand. But he couldn't back down and just stop the game.

"1..... GO!!!!!" Lingga's hair was moved by the wind caress left by the two cars. His eyes were stunned, he was amazed to see the two cars gliding beautifully. And without realizing it, Ava approached him.

"So, you wanna wait here or follow them?" Ask Ava.

"Of course."

"If you want, I can take you to follow them in my car."

"Can?"

Ava nodded, "Of course I can." Her speech.

"But let me drive."

"certain."

Ava smiled, actually she wanted to be alone with Lingga in this place. But it's nothing. Isn't the two in the car the same? And when he saw the curious view of the Lingga over the two, he threw out the thought and began to move towards the car that Ava was carrying. For a moment he was stunned, the car, the car he had longed for. His black GTR car that Ava is now carrying.

On their journey, the atmosphere of silence dominated more because Lingga preferred to concentrate on what was before him. While Ava, he was tired of taking the topic to discuss because the phallus did not respond at all.

On the other hand, Samuel who was originally calm because the NSX drove first now began to show signs of his anger. Earlier, he thought that the red car would be faster to experience under-steer because it did not pay attention to the condition of the tires. But his guess was wrong. The car was speeding as if the slippery snow was not blocking his control over the wheel. Their distance was quite far, but Samuel could still see it occasionally if there was a fairly long straight path.

"Shit! I don't count on this." Umpat Samuel's. He thought, he could erode the distance at the bend because his car is equipped with turbo and misfiring system. But the truth is now hitting him. He was left far behind and could not scrape the distance at all, because every bend, he seemed to see the car disappear quickly and hardly braked except for urgent matters.

"He's crazy!" Samuel. He again commented when frustration returned. But in truth, behind it all was a hint of contentment seething in his heart. In front of him was the same car that had defeated him. He knew the rhythm of the driver. But it was like finding something strange about it. That exhaust sound, he was like hearing a roar of pent-up anger. I don't know what the cause is, obviously, he's worried that something will happen to the driver.

And when he had reached the last corner before the finish, he heard the sound of a small explosion. He rushed, he slightly increased his speed and tried to maintain balance due to his increased speed. He wanted to get there soon, and soon found out what was really going on.

Tbc