Mission Jessy

Wild Racing (1)

Days pass and Mirza feels that her decision to ignore Melva's request is not the right one. After all, Melva is not the kind of person who is easy to ask for help. Moreover, he insisted on saying that it was an important thing that he could not yet explain the reason.

Mirza then decides to come to Melva at her house. That afternoon from a distance he saw Melva learn to turn on the motor, then drive it slowly but then drifted and not necessarily direction until it almost collapsed.

The girl then tried again. This time be more careful. He had started to be able to hold on to his position, but had difficulty controlling the speed of his motor until it almost hit a tree because it was too tight to pull the gas.

Mirza could not believe what she saw. Melva who used to be a very good girl riding a motorcycle. Not even a few who nicknamed him a crazy rider. Despite the trauma, Melva should not have lost all her abilities like that. Melva who now looks like a person who has never known a motorcycle.

Mirza finally decides to get out of her car and help Melva. He approached Melva who was sitting on his motorbike which was on fire.

He then sat behind Melva and positioned his hand on the hand of Melva who was holding the handlebars of the motorbike.

"Pull the gas slowly! Like this." Mirza practiced how to pull motor gas.

"Why does Mas Mirza know my house?"

As if not hearing Melva's question, Mirza continued her instructions. "Make sure you control these brakes properly. Pay attention to your direction and do not forget to turn on the rite when you want to turn."

The motor eventually drove out of Melva's house down a relatively quiet street that afternoon. Jessy had no idea that Mirza was finally going to help her. But he has absolutely no concentration considering Mirza's body and hands are now attached to him.

Sweat began to run down Jessy's back and temples. Not because of the hot weather, but because his heart raced faster than the speed of the motor he drove.

"Eh, Mum. Can you stop for a second?" jessy asked suddenly while pulling the brakes so tightly that Mirza's body accidentally hit her back.

"What's wrong?"

"We'll rest first." Jessy got off the bike and started flapping her face with her hands.

Somehow he felt his face and body burning when it was late afternoon and the sun was almost setting in the western horizon.

Jessy is unaware of Mirza's departure. He only knew that shortly afterwards the man returned with two bottles of mineral water. "Drink first, Mel!"

Jessy received the mineral water and then drank it until it was almost finished. Mirza looked at Melva with a look of wonder.

"It's really thirsty, Mel?"

"Yes, Mas. It's so hot."

Mirza looked around and still did not understand why the girl felt the heat when the afternoon weather was very cool.

"So where did Mas Mirza know my contract?"

Mirza could not say that she was the owner of the rented house that Melva and her mother occupied, so she chose to shift the topic of their conversation.

"We go on yuk! This time you try the steering yourself."

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"Geez Mel, what's the bike? How can that dent?" ask Ms. Rahma to panic

"There wasn't an iron crack, ma'am."

"Why can it?"

"You ah." Jessy was grumpy and embarrassed by the incident and decided to go into her room.

Mirza finally explained that Melva had pulled the gas wrong when she was about to brake near the red light so that it hit the iron clove the merchant knew who happened to be stopping waiting for the red light.

"Keep the guy with no papa?" ask Ms. Rahma.

"Mother does not know why Mel suddenly can not ride a motorcycle, but he used to love riding a motorcycle everywhere."

"Maybe like Mel said, ma'am. For too long I didn't ride a motorcycle after the accident."

Ms. Rahma looks dissatisfied with the reasons Mirza conveyed but she also does not find any other reason that makes more sense.

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Meanwhile, Jessy who was inside the room continued to stare at the clock on the wall anxiously. Tonight he had to face Ali but he could not be desperate to ride a motorcycle even though it was almost wretched because it hit the rengkek.

Jessy put her body in bed. He thought of all the ways to solve his problem with Ali. The man looks dangerous to her, so Jessy doesn't want to linger dealing with the man.

"Ah, I have an idea!"

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Jessy arrived at Merdeka Street in time. He saw Ali and some friends waiting for him there.

"Mel, what's going on? Why are we here?"

"They're waiting for us."

"They? We?"

Mirza followed Melva's gaze and found Ali sitting and smoking on her motorcycle with some of her friends. "Origin?"

Jessy nodded. "Mas Mirza wait here!"

Jessy gets out of Mirza's car and approaches Ali and his friends.

"Gede is also your guts!" praise Ali when you see Melva approaching her.

He looked around, "Where's your motor?"

"Gue couldn't ride a motorcycle after the accident" Jessy replied hesitantly.

And suddenly greeted with laughter from Ali and his friends. "So you came here for me to lose?"

"No. I came to race according to your challenge. Not with a car, but with a motor."

"What?" Ali was quite surprised to hear Melva's challenge.

Ali knew very well that Melva was very good at riding motorcycles. But cars? Ali is not sure.

As Ali knew, Melva could not drive because she did not have a car at that time and also now. But how could the girl have challenged him to a car race.

However, Ali did not want to give up on the girl who had killed his sister. If that is what he wants, then Ali as a real man who is not afraid of anything, will serve him with pleasure.

He then called someone and soon a black sedan came to them.

"Gue accept your challenge!" ali sumbar.

Jessy immediately ran over to Mirza. "Mas, can I pinch Mas Mirza's car? This time, pliss....."

"But what's it for? Can you drive a car?"

"We tried it first?"