Love On Asphalt

Episode 34

"I'm sorry, father" said Farrand.

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He was still sobbing, but there was no sound in his stuffing. Only his shoulders trembled withstanding his cries, for regret was still firmly entrenched in Farrand's heart.

Still imagined how he raced with his heart that held back emotions. He still remembers how the roar of his car engine seemed to respond to his emotions. If anyone says that the racer must be one with his car, he will justify the saying.

Indeed, he seemed to not care about his circumstances. But actually he was like that solely because he did not want to look fragile in the eyes of his father. He deeply regrets his emotions, and he also regrets his actions that damaged the first car given his father.

"I don't want to be a racer anymore." His whisper.

"I don't want to ruin the vehicle I love anymore. I don't want to. I don't want to....."

Farrand looked like a frustrated person, in the remateness of the long hair that had begun to tangle strongly. He did not care about his pain, even when his ever-preserved hair fell out and wrapped around his fingers, he did not care.

He may still be able to survive when the problem is only struggling with matchmaking. He may also have survived if he had accepted the gossip and blasphemy for not accepting Samuel's challenge. Because after all, the challenge is the honour of the riders and everyone knows that even though there are no written rules about it. But this, the problems he faced seemed to pile up into one, controlling his emotions and making everything chaotic.

Slowly, he got up. He grabbed the thick blanket lying on his bed and began to cover his trembling body with it. Slowly but surely, he began to fall asleep with tears continuously flowing from his eyelids.

"I'm tired. Really." His whisper.

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Arasya could not help his curiosity anymore because he no longer heard Farrand's sobs. He knew in detail about Farrand's habit of crying. The daughter must be crying over the car, and the crying Farrand is not a good thing to leave. It is better to hear his daughter weeping or wailing than this. Crying sobbed with a soft sobbing and after that silent noiseless. Because when Farrand cried without a sound, it meant that his regret was deep, and after he was silent, he would have been unconscious.

Actually Arasya wanted to go into her daughter's room and try to calm her down. But he thought again if it was better not to do it because then his daughter could be more mature. He did educate in a different way, and he did so that Farrand could grow up as naturally as possible. Because for him, maturity can be obtained because of problems that must be faced alone.

After he was sure his daughter was not sobbing anymore, he took the spare key and entered slowly. He looked at his daughter with a sad look, how not? His daughter's condition was so terrible with traces of tears that were still wet. But at least he was a little grateful, his daughter still had consciousness and did not faint as usual. He did not know for sure, but maybe because of the smell of herbal oil that he had known smell from Farrand's face.

"Thank God, my daughter is starting to make a lot of progress." His whisper. He then stroked Farrand's matted hair and kissed her forehead gently. However he was stunned as he smelled a slightly different scent. As he realized, he growled furiously and clenched his teeth.

"Take care of you." Her speech.

Meanwhile.....

Someone was eating instant noodles extra spicy and a moment later his nose feels itchy. He sneezed a little stifled and caused a feeling of heat to get into his nose.

"Dam." Aspersion.

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Farrand woke up with a dizzy head, he wanted to get up, but his body was too limp and he was lying down again.

He lay down and looked at the ceiling of his room, his eyes glaring as if he was recalling the events of last night. The moment he races and blows up his car's engine, and the moment he hears Lingga's statement that he won't give up. Then after that, his face reddened as he recalled how the Lingga gave him many marks that he was sure if this time had not disappeared. He smiled slightly, because even though they had acted that far last night, the Linga could still hold him back and make him still as before. An exception to the reddish patches on his neck, of course.

He grimaced softly as he recalled how the Linga had stopped their activities. He had felt depressed because he thought if the Linga did not want it. Is he less attractive? And that question he repeatedly asked Lingga. But after that, Lingga explained that he would do it at the right time and not when Farrand was stuck in such a problem. From there he could catch the meaning of Linga. The man was not unwilling, he just wanted to wait for the right moment and the right time. That'sthat's all.

Then his memory rolled back and remembered how he cried until he ended up in his bed. He grimaced again, when he realized he was so stupid that he ruffled his hair. There was a bit of regret there, and it was aimed at the hair loss that he had painstakingly treated.

Cklekk....

The sound of the open door made Farrand turn his gaze and was surprised to find his father there. He could not have forgotten, for he remembered that he had locked the door last night. Ah, but how could he forget that his father had a spare key?

"Eat, I made this special for my ailing daughter." Arasya. He brought a tray of food, and placed it on a small table beside Farrand's bed.

"Sorry, dad. Farrand's back to trouble me."

Arasya shook her head, she took a chair at Farrand's dressing table and used it to sit beside her daughter's bed.

"Here you go, don't think too much. It's dad's job to take care of his sick daughter."

"W-how do you know if I'm sick?" Lirih Farrand's.

Farrand bit his lower lip and tried to hold back the tears that tried to tear out of his eyelids. He felt more guilty, some days he had ignored his father, and now his father was painfully caring for him who was sick.

"You forget, a father also has an instinct that is not inferior to a mother. And I know exactly how you are."

Farrand lowered his head, and passed the circle of tears that had been welling up since then.

"I'm sorry, dad again."

"Sorry for what?"

"For me who ruined the car. I ruined my first car that Dad had so painstakingly bought for me. I know, the car is not easy to get because the production has been stopped for a long time. And with a better setting of course. And I'm sure that car was our first car."

Arasya closed his eyes and raised his head, "Wrought piston, big turbo, new road piston, and new karter. I can still clearly remember what I heard from the mechanic."

"But now, I've kept him quiet for a long time."

"Dad won't fix it anymore."

"Why father?"

"The car has reached its limit. So, let him rest."

Farrand's sobs were heard clearly in Arasya's ears. Even though it was his daughter's fault, he couldn't blame her completely. Let it be, let Farrand remember it and make it a lesson that he must remember at any time.

"Dad knows, it's hard for you to take it off. But let it go, the car will rest at uncle Mirza's place for a long time. At least, he has scored quite a proud thing."

Farrand looked back.

Farrand was getting sobbing. His regrets increase, he not only damaged the car he loved, but also damaged the car that was dear to his late mother. He believes that if his mother is still there, his mother is disappointed with him. Or, his mother who was already in nirvana looked at him with a disappointed look. He did like the red color, because he thought, the color reminded him of the color of the hair of the mother, his mother who had left him when he was 7 years old. His mother, whom he loved, died without knowing the real cause. Because for as long as he remembered, his father only said that his mother had gone after his unborn little sister.

"Sorry, mama. Forgive your stupid son." His whisper.

"That's it. Think of this as a valuable lesson to you." Arasya.

"I'll stop racing. It won't be." Farrand muttered and it could still be heard well by Arasya. Arasya knew that her daughter must have her own trauma.

Arasya looked at her daughter with a sad look. His daughter must have thought about this carefully. He had no idea what made him make such a decision. However, he will support whatever decision his daughter makes.

Arasya still vividly remembers the moment when her daughter loudly voiced her desire to become a racer. He even recalled how enthusiastic he was when he said he would teach his daughter to drive, even when she was 10 years old. Now, he felt that his memories were very insignificant.

"You sure of your decision?"

Farrand nodded.

"You don't want to continue with your dream? Isn't being a racer your old wish?"

"I don't want to anymore."

"alright. I'm not gonna buy you a sports car anymore."

"No problem."

"Dad's just gonna buy you a butute sedan."

"I accept."

"Dad will accept your decision if you can beat dad."

"All right."

"And I'll still betroth you to my friend's son."

"B..... NO!"

"Why? You just don't know him yet. And I know that young man very well."

"I already have a phallus by my side, well. Don't you understand that?"

"Dad knows for sure. But, have you known Lingga any further?"

"Of course."

"Who is he?"

"He is Lingga, the man who is now my lover."

"Then, where did he come from?"

"Halu Town."

"Who's family? You don't know his family at all, do you?"

"Ethto....."

Farrand. He did not know anything about the Linga family. All this time, he only knew if Lingga ran away from his home because he could not stand compared to his sister. He knew nothing about the Lingga family other than his family clan. And actually, he also did not know more who the Linga was.

"Dad knows you love her. But remember, if you want to decide to live with her, you also need to know that she's the one you should be fighting for."

"But not necessarily I love my father's choice of man."

"And not necessarily you don't want to. Trust me, daddy's daughter. I don't carelessly choose a man for you. Well, although lately I've been a little upset about his behavior. But at least I know more than you."

"......" Farrand. He was still waiting for his father's next words.

"In addition to his father who I have known for a long time, his mother is also your mother's best friend. I just want to carry out your late mother's last will."

"I know. I remember when you used to say that I married a friend's son."

"So, why don't you try to accept it? Who knows if you'll fit in with each other."

"I still haven't said if I want to."

"And you haven't completely rejected either, have you?"

"....." Farrand. His father was right about everything they were discussing. He did not want to admit it out loud if he actually agreed with what his father said. He also felt that he did not know who the Linga was further. Because all this time, he only knew the usual things about the young man.

"That's it. I'll consider your decision..." Arasya.

"Really, dad?" A happy sparkle was seen on Farrand's face which was starting to shine. Arasya smiled, and began to prepare to continue with her next speech.

“Yes! Thas right. But on condition that you meet them on new year's night tomorrow." Arasya.

"THAT'S THE SAME THING. DADDY!"

"No need to scream like that, my daughter. Dad's ears are still normal enough to hear your voice without yelling."

"That's it. Dad's gonna have to call off the match if I ask after I'm willing to meet them."

"Yes. You can hold my words."

Arasya smiled, she was relieved. At least even though they were arguing, Farrand was still willing to talk to her again and at least willing to think about her offer. Now that his mind was only one, how could Farrand accept his betrothal? Should he do something?

Tbc