Love With Time

Wild racing

Carrying a bright shining moon, a man who had jet black eyes, wearing a black shirt covered with a jacket that matches the Eagle emblem on the jacket, was wearing a black shirt, just got on his pride bike and then wore a full face helmet.

"Prepare for 10 million if you lose tonight"

Gibran just smiled cynically behind his helmet. Gibran was too lazy to answer the words of his opponent tonight.

"Gue make sure you lose tonight" said the opponent.

"Let's prove it" Gibran replied in a cold tone and smiled cynically.

Then a sexy-clothed woman walked to their center and the sexy girl waved a black-and-white flag up before finally hearing the sound of a race sign shot would start.

"READY.. SETS.. GOO!!"

Motor sport driven by Anzel drove first and left Gibran who had just increased the speed of his motorbike.

The two big bikes were splitting the deserted highway in the night sky that watched the two of them in action tonight.

"Gue won tonight, Gib" cried Anzel when Gibran's bike managed to align with his bike.

Gibran did not respond because his jet black eyes only focus on looking ahead because soon the finish line began to look.

One thing you should know if Gibran is the king of wild races who never lose during his journey through the night world.

A few minutes later the finish circuit began to look, Gibran would win the game tonight just like the night before him. No one can beat Gibran in a wild race match.

And it's true that Gibran won this match and Anzel died far behind. Upon reaching the finish the entire crowd cheered out the name Gibran.

"Aaaarrrgggh.. Damn it" Anzel said because tonight he was back at Gibran's loss and had to pay a 10 million bet.

Brakes..

"Party again bro tonight" said Gibran's friend Adhyt.

Gibran smilingly displays his ginsul teeth making his look very handsome. "Yuk to basecamp, we're a party" he said as he walked towards his pride bike.

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After a party at the basecamp with a friend of his, Gibran came home at three in the morning drunk but Gibran could still control himself.

Plakkk

Just as Gibran opened the door to his room, it turned out that his father was waiting for him inside and gave a hard slap to Gibran's face.

"How many times have you said don't race again! Why don't you listen to me, Gibran"

"Dad wants you to be like your brother, who has already succeeded in becoming a lecturer at the top campus in the city"

Gibran smiled cynically. "That's because I always give support to Brother Revan! Whatever Revan wants, dad always obeys him but what about me? Dad always asked me to be a doctor when Gibran didn't want to be a doctor at all"

"Then what do you want to be!! You want to be the brand man out there, don't you?"

"Again, try once father follow Gibran's wishes" he said softly.

Without answering Gibran's words, the father passed and left Gibran. "Aaargghh" Gibran punched the wall and overflowed his anger and went into the bathroom to clean his body and lay his tired body on a soft bed.