
Ziva, Sarah and Baron are ready to watch the trail bike. But before leaving they had to say goodbye to Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris had thought of banning Ziva from watching the trail but thanks to Ziva's persuasion, he begged Mr. Harris to let them go as long as the Baron followed them.
Sarah is slowly turning one hundred and eighty degrees into a fashionable girl with super cool clothes, she is, though at school he is known as a cute girl with super thick glasses in addition to the clothes he wears looks from a poor family. Sarah makes a hickey appearance and looks poor it's just a disguise because she wants to be friends with friends who want to accept him as he is not because there is anything. Even the driver who always drove him to school he introduced as his papa and claimed to be just a maid all.
After meeting Ziva, Sarah feels familiar with Ziva and only Ziva wants to be friends with him. That's where they get to know each other and start to be friends, but slowly another Ziva knows the identity of Sarah when visiting her home to do the task together. It was there that Sarah told her true identity that she was the son of the sultan from the middle east.
Ziva and Sarah enjoyed their journey with the air still cool even though the sun had risen. While the Baron who almost several times pushed his blind motor seemed exhausted.
"Om Baron just put the bike in the shop, so Ziva who is bonceng om Baron, later we are late" said Ziva who saw the stall across the street.
"No need not let om Baron follow you behind non Ziva and non Sarah first" said Baron with nonsense.
"Yes already then, Ziva stay yes" said Ziva who began to advance his bike followed by Sarah behind him.
Some later Ziva and Sarah have arrived at the goal of the dirt bike race.
And it is filled with the community of motor trail or cross. The atmosphere is so crowded with many foreign tourists and local people who peddle their wares in the form of souvernir typical of the country C. Ziva and Sarah chose to sit under a pine tree to watch the race and soon the race would begin.
The motor trail race committee announced that there were still 3 participants who had not re-listed. Then the committee mentioned one by one the name and one of them the name Ziva which he mentioned and told them to go to the committee area and then again gave encouragement to the participants because the prize of the race was not playfully.
Ziva who heard his name was called only confused and did not dare to move to the committee area. Sarah who saw Ziva motionless began to say.
"Ziva hurry you to the committee and you'll be disqualified. Unfortunately the prize is big" said Sarah who frenzied.
"This must be you, who told you to register me for this race" said Ziva, shaking his waist.
"I, pliss ya Ziva came to the race because I was also in and no one knew that you and I were in the race" Sarah pleaded.
Ziva had thought but Sarah quickly dragged him to the committee area to re-register. After completion Sarah brought Ziva to the dressing room to wear a special racer's shirt after finishing they rode the bike to the track area res and ready to do adventure in the forest.
"Ziva watermelon yes, you must lose to me" said Sarah jahil.
"Don't be funny, we pray first that we survive in this race and survive my grandfather's anger later if he knows that I am following this can berabe tau" said Ziva.
"Let's have an adventure" said Sarah.
"Ok adventure a day" Ziva laughed.
They prayed to God the Creator.
While about 30 participants meet the track area and are ready to take part in the dirt motorcycle racing race. And the sound of Pluit spray from the committee indicates that they are ready to advance the bike and fight to become champions.
One by one they began to fall while Ziva and Sarah drove the bike at high speed and ready to fight for first position.
Ziva continued to ride his motorbike and so expertly passed the track in the forest area, crossing rivers, rocks, passing through the mud even helping fellow participants who were in trouble.
"Ziva I'm trapped" Sarah said, shouting that she was trapped in the mud area.
" Yes wait" said Ziva who wants to turn his bike.
"No need Ziva I can get out of this mud, quickly put your bike forward" said Sarah.
"Yes, I'm first" said Ziva, who left Sarah.
May you win Ziva, inward Sarah.
Ziva continues his bike through all the difficult trajectories and ahead of the participants who are in the front. He is now in a fierce duet with the defending champion of the dirt bike. The defending champion fraudulently pushed Ziva's bike until the bike was smashed and hit a pine tree while Ziva fell off his bike and rolled until he almost fell into the ravine and fortunately he still can hold on to a tree. Then Ziva got up and walked towards his motorbike which was already lying down.
"God, that man is looking for me" said Ziva, upset with his anger for daring to cheat on him.
Then Ziva turns on his motorbike and is ready to catch up with the person who made him almost wretched.
Ziva drove his bike by crossing the cliff that is high and managed to become the 1st champion in the dirt bike race this year, which is the first race on the road, in the follow-up participant no sequence 1 became the 2nd champion and several other participants who reached the finish. Sarah was placed seventh.
"Congratulations, you're the champion of the dirt bike this year" said Sarah then embraced Ziva as a greeting and friendly greeting.
"Thank you, this is all thanks to you too I can win this race" said Ziva happily.
"Your name has been mentioned on the podium" said Sarah who was so excited.
"Ok I go there first, you wait for me here yes" said Ziva.
The participants who occupy the champion position began to be on the podium just as Ziva who had joined them without taking off the helmet he was wearing.
"Bro off your helmet cake, later we will photograph together" said participant no sequence 1 who saw Ziva wearing a helmet continues and has won his position.
Fortunately, they didn't know I was a woman. Inner Ziva.
"I'm flu bro" said Ziva with a hoarse voice in the style of an adult man.
"Don't disturb our champion's bro" said the only participant they might know each other.
The organizing committee of the event handed over trophies and cash. For the first champion won the 30 million prize, the 2nd champion 20 million and the 3rd champion 10 million. The winners of the dirt bike race seemed happy to receive his prize including Ziva. But the participant no massage 1 named Yuda did not willing his championship title in pacified by Ziva. All the participants of the race did not know that the champion of the dirt bike this year is a woman, after all named Ziva can be male or female.
While Sarah cheered happily and excitedly watched her best friend on the podium receive the trophy. Sarah circulated her gaze because the voice of a group of men so excited to talk to her friend right next to her and how shocked Sarah saw the people she knew even often bully her here who else if not Raihan.
Sarah had wanted to hide but she thought that maybe Raihan would recognize Sarah with a racing shirt that he had not been able to change. While Ziva who had come down from the podium walked up to him.
"Let's get Ziva out of here" Sarah whispered and dragged Ziva into the dressing room.
"Yes, slow down the pull" said Ziva.
Dressing room..........
"I saw Raihan and his friend were here and for sure they also took part in this race. You are still wearing racing clothes" said Sarah while unzipping her racing shirt.
"Ooh, but fortunately they don't recognize us" said Ziva who had changed his clothes.
"We have to come back soon to rain" said Sarah.
"Come" said Ziva who was ready to leave the place.
"Wait om Baron where from earlier does not look nyusulin us" said Ziva confused.
Suddenly the Baron's voice ranted.
"Hey you guys are bad boys from earlier om Baron nyariin you and it turns out you are here" said Baron.
They also left the location. But on such a lonely journey they were stopped by a group of men in black.
"Ziva please" said Sarah.
"No...."
Seriate............
Here's a photo of Ziva again racing....
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