Milky

Part. 22

Satisfied playing in the mall, Dewa bought both new clothes as well as sandals. Although only a discounted price, but it has made them happy amazing. It's okay to be cheap because it's not about the price that makes the heart feel satisfied and happy, but all about gratitude. Sufficient feeling that gives rise to gratitude in the heart.

The days passed by Bima with joy, Tina no longer cried because she ran out of rice and money. They live well, the heart of God always flowered every day because Tina sufficient inner birth. The sustenance flowed profusely as the wife was always smiling.

Ten years have passed already.

The roar of the motorcycle billowed smoke that soared high in the air. A group of young people lined the streets, cheering the three young men perched on their bikes.

"If you beat me tonight, this bike will be yours!" said one of them was Jumawa. His lips pout following a condescending look.

There was a small laugh from the young man he challenged. He bit his lips together with both shoulders raised.

"Cua doesn't need your bike. If you can moneyin it's a new motor cave accept." His lips smiled faintly, his eyes winking mischievously as they collided with a girl's bead.

The screams of the girls blared, who did not know Bima. New drivers in the wild arena. Handsome, cold and cuckoo, but often seductive. No girl has managed to captivate her heart even though they often offer to be with her.

He was untouchable, but so seductive. The girls are racing to get his heart.

"Oh .. good. If all you want is money, I'll give it to you" he said, making a deal. Both sign the deal has been agreed.

The noise that was played added to the atmosphere of the long night.

"If you win tonight, then the prettiest girl there will be yours" said the other with a finger pointing at one of the beautiful and sexy girls.

Bima took a glance, he just smiled without any interest at all. Not responding, he prefers to face forward and play the bike.

A scantily dressed girl, standing in the middle of the street. With a handkerchief on her fingertips, she danced around her sexy body. Two motors sped as soon as the handkerchief was dropped. The sound of cheers from the young children lined up on the outskirts, enlivening the situation.

They were stunned when one motorbike was still roaring in its place. Confused, and some laughed, but the young man did not panic at all. In the blink of an eye, the motor he was driving darted like an invisible wind only leaving a trail of dust flying over the road.

The three bikes were gone from sight, they were all waiting anxiously. Hopefully the new driver can beat the other two. Among them, one of the girls made a bet. Mysterious girl with no known background.

He bit his lips, for some reason an innocent girl seemed to be in such a place. His manic exuded fear and anxiety at once. No one knows what is in his heart.

For thirty minutes they waited, the motor light again enliven the atmosphere that had been silent for a moment.

"Male!"

"Male!"

"Male!"

The team called out one name when only one motor came. The young man's hands were raised high, he even stood on his bike doing freestyle while crossing the finish line.

It lowers the body. Tires squeaked for a long time as the bike swirled before finally stopping. A group of people came up to him, lifting the athletic body of the young man up while cheering his name.

Bima patted the shoulders of the two people who were carrying her, asking them to lower her. The other two riders, walked lethargicly close.

They shake hands, fight friends.

The young man said nothing, only smiling faintly while looking down. He looked up while folding both hands on the stomach.

"You sure you don't want my bike? Among all the riders they always go for the bike. Think back to your decision, Bima," he said to play Bima's teasing eyebrows by showing his motorbike which is indeed the target of wild drivers.

Bima shook her head, flicking one of her hands while turning away for a moment.

"Gua already has a motor, do not need a motorbike. The cave needs money going to cave lectures, going to Nyak, Babeh cave. Come!" Bima raised her hand moving her up and down asking for the agreed money.

"No patience!" He chuckles while shaking.

"Give me your account number!" he asked again, taking the phone out of his pants pocket.

"Get it, take the account show. Gua thinks it's money, cash .. cash, Bro!" sukul Bima did not close his hand to pull out his cellphone.

"Sorry, Bro. I don't bring cash." He shrugged his shoulders leaning his body as Bima showed what she asked.

A message notification came to his phone. Bima checked, gaping both lips and widened both eyes saw nominal money that not a little into his account.

"You seriously priced your bike this way?" Shining in amazement Bima's black bead shook her head as it greeted a nod to the answer to her question.

"Bujubunengs! Could be rich sudden cave kalo gini. Little darling you give this much money ama cave? Intar if you money abis, how?" exclaim Bima wonder.

Laughing friend. Bima's innocent attitude really made them feel anxious.

"You seem to have to be careful, Bima. I'm afraid someone will take advantage of your innocence. That wild race was no guarantee, no insurance when you had an accident. That amount of money will not be able to restore your body or even your life when you have an accident in the race. You have to understand that!" He patted Bima's shoulder.

Smiling when he saw Bima who lowered her face. Look at what his friend just told him.

"That's right, Bim. Not only do you have to be agile and nimble, but you also have to be smart and smart to distinguish between friends, opponents. Now, enjoy your gift. The girl over there is yours tonight, she's still sealed" he whispered at the end of the sentence.

The two left Bima alone, facing the girl who was being timid and trembling. Bima glanced, her forehead frowning at the attitude of the girl who was all wrong.

Bima stepped up, approached and stopped right in front of him. The girl lowered her head, her hands stacked in front of her squeezing the tip of the mini skirt she was wearing.

"Who's your name?" Bima's first question made her look up at the head with a black bead in front of her. He was stunned, drifting in the charm of the beauty of the scenery before his eyes. Bima shook her head to give her time to look at her handsome face.

"Ekhem!" The girl stuttered. Immediately disconnect the gaze by lowering his face.

"The question is what's your name?" ask Bima again. This time with a slightly raised tone.

"I-i ... Cha-chaira," he said.

"Chaira?" He nodded as Bima repeated his name affirming.

"You're still in school, yeah. Why are you here?" The question that he had been craving from ever since Netra caught his figure.

"I-i ...."