Love On Asphalt

Episode 33

Samuel could not help his surprise at the sight before him. In front of him, the car that had been fighting him came to a halt a few meters before the finish with a hood that emitted smoke. He gasped, the car, the engine exploded. But he was grateful at least the car was still standing. And that means if the driver is still fine.

Samuel who was worried about the condition of the driver is now running towards the car. Tapping on the glass and trying to find out the condition of the driver with a little peek at the glass. Surprised, he saw a long-haired silhouette cupping his face at the wheel with shaky shoulders. Crying it?

"Hey.... Are you okay? Come out." Said Samuel. There is no meaningful answer. That person still remained in his position.

"Hey.. Come out." He spoke again and this time he raised his voice octave. He knocked on the door and told the driver to come out. However, the driver did not show any signs of him going out.

Soon enough, Lingga and Ava arrived. The phallus, which saw the wild smoke from the hood of Farrand's car, came out and ran towards Farrand. He did not even care about Samuel who was beside Farrand's car door.

"Pha.. Come out. I beg you." Like a madman, Lingga just kept knocking on Farrand's car door and trying to make Farrand see it.

And,

Succeeds.

Farrand came out with reckless eyes and a lowered head. In his place, Samuel and Ava could not hide their shocked faces when they found Farrand coming out of it. He had thought if the person who had been in his car was behind the wheel. Considering Samuel still memorized exactly how the car's speed rhythm was.

"I bod*h Ling. I destroyed my favorite car myself for letting anger take hold of me." Lirih Farrand's. He plunged himself into the crib of Linga.

"That's it." Gently rubbing the top of Farrand's head, Lingga continuously whispered comfort words to him.

After Farrand was satisfied to cry, he turned around. Staring at Samuel with puffy eyes and taking a slow breath.

"I lost because my car's engine exploded. And you can take it after I fix it." Farrand told Samuel. He said it in a soft tone. This did not escape Samuel's attention.

"I would also say if what you mean by my brother is my father. Sorry I didn't tell you about this. And now I'm having trouble with my father. So it's highly unlikely that I asked him to serve you the race. This car is my car anyway. All you saw was my father rushing to buy me medicine." Connect Farrand.

Samuel nodded. Now he understands why from the beginning of the race he did not show himself at all. And this is why, Samuel thought that if Farrand told him his identity, he would not accept it and cancel tonight's game.

"That's it. I've obviously lost to you. You drove first. Even if your car engine doesn't explode, I'm sure you'll be able to get to the finish earlier than me. And as promised, I'll return your lover's car." Samuel Clearly. "Ava, give the key to the phallus." Added.

"But Samuel..."

"That's it. I admit my defeat and I will not take back my words. Hurry up."

Ava pursed her lips and reluctantly walked towards where Lingga was standing. He was upset, upset that Farrand had been able to get a confession from Samuel.

"I beg. Let no one know other than us. It would be troublesome if many knew of Farrand's abilities." Pinta Linga. Samuel nodded in understanding, and immediately dragged Ava home. His heart was a little upset, but he felt satisfied at the same time because he finally found a person who could defeat like that.

Ava who did not accept was dragged by force by Samuel trying to rebel. But Samuel remained firm, and he did not let go of his grip on Ava and threw her into the passenger seat in his car.

"Samuel! Untie me. At least let me challenge that woman first."

"Be quiet. Put your belt on and we'll go. I need an impingement now."

Ava closed her mouth. He wanted to rebel but once again, Samuel's attitude made him undo it.

"What's wrong with you, Samuel?" Lirih Ava's.

"Ava. Don't you think, if his daughter can defeat me by a landslide, then what about his father? I'd be more embarrassed than this. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And. Let's go to my apartment. You brought the cure, didn't you?"

"Always."

"Good."

Samuel grinned happily. While beside her, Ava just put her hand in front of her chest and snorted slowly. It's always like this. If Samuel needs an impingement, they'll 'play' until morning in Samuel's apartment. Although Ava looks not like it, but she does not deny if she also enjoys it. He also needs an impingement. And making Samuel his partner was not a bad idea.

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Farrand still occasionally sobbing, he still regretted his actions that went out of bounds and resulted in the damage of his favorite car. Beside him, precisely in the steering chair, Lingga could not do much more. He admitted that he was a bad entertainer and he did not want to make things worse by providing solutions that did not make sense.

"You want to go home or you want to go somewhere first?" Ask Linga.

"I don't want to go home yet."

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you."

"The night weather is very cold, Fa. I'm afraid you're sick."

"Dad doesn't care."

"Don't do it Fa. Your father loves you anyway."

Farrand did not answer. He simply clenched his mouth while biting his lower lip. He was worried, between his heart that said he loved his father, and one side of his heart still did not accept the unilateral decision of his father who arranged for him without saying anything first.

"You're right." Sluggishly.

"Come on. I'll take you home."

"Put for a second. I still don't want to go home."

"All right."

Linga just according to. He pulled the car over and turned off the engine. Fortunately, the streets were completely deserted and no one passed by.

"I'm confused, Ling. On the other hand I love you, but I also love my father. I don't want to let her down, but I don't want to leave you either."

"On new year's night, they'll come to my house."

"...."

The phallus was surprised to hear it. New year's night? Isn't that the day after tomorrow?

"And I feel like I'm not ready at all, Ling."

'Me too, Fa.' Inner Linga.

"What am I supposed to do?" Farrand was frustrated. His mind felt deadlocked and he had unconsciously shed his tears again.

"Fa, I asked. Do you love me?"

Farrand nodded.

"I love you too. But I don't want you to disappoint your father."

"Then what after this, Ling? Are you just going to leave me and leave my life to my father?"

"No."

"Then how?"

"I don't know if it worked or not. But I'll be there on new year's night before they come. I'll ask your father. And if your father won't let me, I'll go to their families and ask you directly to them."

"What if this doesn't work?"

"We didn't know before we tried. And if it doesn't work out, I'm gonna make them unable to turn down our relationship."

"How is it?"

"By marking you as mine of course."

Cup.

Lingga immediately kissed Farrand's lips and slowly, he lowered the back of the chair that Farrand was sitting on until he reached the position of the crumb. Farrand could not dwell at all with this situation, where the hands of the phallus each pushed and lowered the position of the backrest. Lingga's upper body shell is very strong and he can not take it off just like that. And slowly too, the Lingga started **********.

"I'll make you mine. Even if it means I have to do everything." His whisper after releasing his lip link.

Farrand's breath was puffed. The smell of the Linga is so intoxicating that it seems to run out of oxygen supply to be inhaled. His body felt limp, and he could not see how the face of the Linga was due to the dim lights around them.

Sets.

The phallus removes the scarf Farrand wears in one pull. And without Farrand noticing, Lingga had sucked his head at the intersection of Farrand's neck and began to make some marks there. Farrand's tongue felt mute, he could not even say the name Lingga.

Farrand wanted to rebel when Lingga started to creep up a little and *******soft Farrand lobe and occasionally bit it. Farrand wanted to rebel, but the clutch of Lingga's hands was not something he could just let go of.

Farrand's body heated up, he felt a strange gallion filling his stomach and his mind as if he wanted more of this. His left hand that is now released instead of pushing the chest of the Linga field even tightly hugged the neck of the Linga.

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Cklek.

Farrand stepped inside and looked for a switch to turn on the living room lights. The living room was very dark and quiet, after he turned on the lights, he was surprised to find his father still awake with a state of sitting on the sofa.

"Dad" whispered Farrand.

"Where are you?"

"Replace."

Arasya breathed a rough breath. He still understood that Farrand was still angry with him. Evidently, with Farrand's tone that still seems cold and flat.

"Why not tell dad? You can get sick if you force things."

"If I say anything, will you replace me?"

Arasya.

"Well, I'm tired and I just want to rest."

Arasya's gaze cheered, he did not expect if things could turn around quickly. Though he did not like this situation at all, but his heart denied and remained confident if this is the best.

"The car exploded. And now it's in Uncle Mirza's workshop."

Arasya was unable to hide her shock. That NSX car exploded? How could? Has Farrand forced his power beyond the maximum of a spin? At one time, the car was set with a maximum of 10,000 rpm. And that means, Farrand has forced her on more than that. Arasya shuddered in horror, how could his daughter drive on a snowy slippery road with a rotation speed above 10,000 rpm? He can't imagine it. And for a time he could only be grateful if his daughter could return home safely. And did he also have to realize that the change in his daughter's attitude was also because of him?

Uh, but wait. If her daughter's car doesn't come home in her car, then who does she go home with? Is that her lover? And if it was true that his daughter was coming home among the young man, his heart was alarmed. His instincts as a father say that it is not a good thing. But how else? He could only hope that things would improve again after this and he could feel the warmth of his daughter's attitude again.

As Arasya struggled at his thoughts, Farrand had already stepped foot into his room and locked it from the inside. As soon as he was inside, he just sat by his bed and cupped his head between his folded knees. Her tears are flowing again. And his body trembled slightly holding back the sobs. It seems like tomorrow he doesn't want to go to school until he feels better.

"I'm sorry, dad." She was crying out her roaring cry.

Tbc