Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 3 Take a Wild Race

Inside the room, Rayhan took off his clothes and changed into another shirt after which slammed his body violently onto the bed.

He never thought why his mother always nagged when he came home at night. Don't want to understand how hard he's fighting for the family. Though all the needs of his home that complements.

Rayhan exhaled heavily violently. Actually, what he asked for was simple, just a little understanding from his mother for himself, will release his fatigue all along.

Tired. Because it is always hampered by the many needs of the house. Tired because his mother always blasphemed his actions, as well as the results of his hard work.

And what is the limit between halal and haram? If there is anything more urgent than that, the need. So the matter of halal and haram becomes blur for him.

Most importantly all the needs at home are met, regardless of where he gets them.

“Lusa, time Ameer pay money UAS.” mumbled softly, remembering the words of his sister some time ago.

Rayhan stood up and picked up the wallet that was nailed to the shirt pants he had just hung hanging from the clothes close to the door.

Quickly he took out his wallet and opened the contents.

“To pay less UAS fee,” Rayhan closed back his wallet and just put it on the table.

Ameer, her sister attended a private school. Therefore, the cost of UAS is borne by the students themselves unlike free public schools.

But make no mistake, Rayhan put his sister into private school even though it was expensive because of the quality of the school. In fact, he put his sister into an Islamic school with the aim of his sister getting a better education unlike him and will not imitate him, a motorcycle gang thug graduate Bachelor.

“Berati tomorrow I have to get the money to pay the cost of UAS.” great-grandson Rayhan.

He leaned his body against the side of the wall near the bed. His breath felt hunting when he remembered the figure of his father again.

Bugh! Even Rayhan clenched his hands tightly and hit the wooden cabinet beside him.

The next morning, in the dining room. Rayhan sat down with Ameer. They ate a breakfast meal made by their mother. Vegetable sop with side dish omelet.

The menu is simple, they should be able to get more than that if only his father did not divorce his mother. But better this way, eat potluck but the mind is calm.

“Later in the afternoon I will give you UAS payment money.” said, Rayhan after finishing eating and put his spoon on the plate.

“Kakak already got the money?”

“Not yet. After this I will get it.”

Ameer fell silent, not daring to ask where her brother got the money from. Because he already knows his brother usually plays bets, or cockfights.

In fact, he did not dare to blaspheme the actions of his brother who was clearly wrong. But again all pressed because of the need. If it wasn't her brother's money, she couldn't go to school.

“Kak, I'm leaving first,” says Ameer.

With a school-based religious education, Ameer is seen kissing the back of her brother's hand, which she already regards as her own father.

She still showed respect to her brother and never blasphemed him at all even though in her heart she always felt pressured to see her brother so.

“Ya, hurry up and leave. Later late.” he answered flatly and coldly, as cold as his heart never touched by any warmth at all.

After Ameer leaves, Rayhan rides on a red sports bike. He drove towards a place, precisely the headquarters of the Eagle Wave Gang.

“Boss, this morning has come here.” greet a man with shoulder-length kriwil hair on the terrace.

“Yes, no business. Have all members already paid member dues this month?”

Rayhan attracts all its members to pay regular membership dues every month. The funds were used to rent headquarters, as well as for their activities. But sometimes he borrowed the money first and will return it after getting the money.

“Numbers, Boss.”

Rayhan took a deep breath and sat in one of the terrace chairs.

“What's up, Boss. Why does it look so upset?” asked the biker gang member, staring at Rayhan's troubled face.

Rayhan then explained if he needed money for his sister's exam payment today.

“Boss, today there will be wild racing around Swamp Duck. Listen to the big prize winner. Why doesn't Boss come with that?”

Rayhan immediately stood up.

“Take me there now.” he said in a steady voice, without the slightest doubt.

“Come, Boss.”

The kriwil-haired man then climbed onto his red sport bike and showed the location where the wild race was taking place at the moment, Rayhan tailed behind him.

Shortly after they arrived at a large field located near the homes of residents.The atmosphere there was already crowded many motor sports parked there.

“Andy, you take care of the list I will check my motor briefly.” Rayhan said, do not want to waste a long time.

For him the condition of the bike must be good to win the race this time. And one more race this time he has to win, no matter what.

“Ready, Boss!”