My Lovely Busybody Girl's

15 - Racer

The red sports bike is going very fast, behind which there are at least five motorcycles with the same appearance and various colors chasing it at speeds that are also above average. He passed every bend so sharply that his knee almost touched the asphalt.

The red sports rider was riding his motorcycle very quickly entering an area with black and white stripes, he glimpsed someone who waved a lap board that read LAST LAP and made him more excited to be in the forefront.

The racer once again circled the big circuit and of course still followed by the other five riders at the back. When going to touch the finish line, the racer perform a wheelie attraction or lift the front wheel while driving forward. When the racer has fully crossed the finish line, a black box finish flag is flown.

The crowd was increasingly crowded to see the victory they had predicted. The driver unlocked his helmet and got off his red sports bike. The handsome man greeted several crew members who ran towards him and looked delighted with his victory.

A man walked up to her and gave her a bottle of mineral water that was immediately gulped. "As expected, it's really cool for our racer this one," exclaimed Zaki who followed his best friend's steps into a room where his other best friend was sitting.

"Keren lo, Ka," Reyhan said as he raised his two thumbs.

"You can be a professional racer, Ka!" exclaim Zaki while kneading the shoulder of Arka who still wear wear wearpack.

Arka opened the zipper on her wearpack and fluttered her hands at her sweaty face. "No interest, it's a hobby."

"Darling to be just a hobby doang,"

A middle-aged man wearing a black polo shirt, the man laughed as he patted his hand holding a thick brown envelope. "Arka, Arka... your decision to reject my offer to become a professional racer is still changing?"

Arka got up and pulled the zipper on his wearpack to the bottom, the brown-haired man then put the thick wearpack on the back of the chair. "I told you I wasn't interested, and that's not going to change.

Indeed Arka is not completely honest talk, he also has a desire to become a professional racer, he said, but he realized that he would never be able to make a career in that field because his Papa already had future plans for him. A future that is well-organized.

"Honey I actually do a good talent like lo gini, yes but want how again." The man handed the envelope he had brought to Arka. "I'm cutting 25% off the regular kayak,"

Arka took the envelope and immediately grabbed her backpack. Arka signals Reyhan and Zaki to come out. "Lo don't want that first money?" asked the middle-aged man to Arka who did not count the money given to her.

Arka lifted the brown envelope she held onto the face of the middle-aged man. "Gue believes in you," said Arka as she passed.

The three handsome men came out of the circuit arena, with the sound of a very deafening motorbike. Here, on this circuit is where Arka releases her fatigue. He along with several other riders always face off on this circuit to determine who is the best, of course not for free.

The racers make bets with a lot of money, even the spectators also give up their money to bet on the racer of their choice. And most of those bets have always been won by Arka, a talented young rider.

It's not a professional race, it's just the kids from some rich family who take their stress and fatigue away with their adrenaline rush and speed that takes them flying.

If anyone says 'so rich kids are delicious, don't bother thinking about money', then people on the circuit will answer 'seriously? Try changing our position for a day, how stressful it is because of the demands of parents who want us to do this and it makes it the best and can be more proud of the successor rival'. So, the race is their alternative to unwind.

Arka, Reyhan and Zaki exited the circuit area on their big bikes, driving in less-crowded traffic on Sunday afternoon. Of course, Arka proposes his motorbike in accordance with predetermined standards.

Arka is a racer, but he only uses the speed in the circuit area, not on the streets. Arka felt that the person on the street was a fool, only a fool would do that, and Arka was too smart to fit into that category.

For almost half an hour, the three big motorcycles stopped in front of a house with a white fence and decorated with shady trees. Moments later, a bunch of kids came out to greet the three.

"Sir Arka, haven't been here in a long time."

"Sir Reyhan, how rarely does he come here?"

"Sister Zaki, let's tell a funny story again, it's been a long time not mentioned Kak Zaki."

Such was the fanfare among the children who still surrounded the three friends. Arka got off her bike and put her helmet on top of her motorcycle tank, she smiled and hugged the children in front of her, followed by Reyhan and Zaki.

"You miss your brother, Dad?"

"Yes, sister, really bad."

A middle-aged woman wearing a gray headscarf came out the door and smiled looking at the three teenagers she already knew. "Have you come?"

Arka, Reyhan and Zaki took off their arms, they walked up to the middle-aged woman and shook her hands. "Yes, Mother. Sorry well we rarely come now, again busy," said Arka.

"Busy thinking about girls, Bun," said Zaki makes Arka have to elbow him.

Yunita, or commonly called the Mother smiled knot, she already knew the meaning of the boy in front of her. "In my room, yuk."

"Rey, Zak, hold on."

Reyhan and Zaki nodded their heads, then decided to play with the group of children who looked expectantly at them. It seems like it has been a very long time since they came to this orphanage.

The three friends were not permanent donors at Pelita Cahaya Orphanage, but they always set aside their pocket money for the purposes of the orphanage. The betting money that Arka won too, he always used to donate to this orphanage, just like he did today.

Arka never used his money to win his bet for himself, if about the money, he never lacked, that's why he always donated the money he won to the more needy.

Not long after Arka came out of the white-painted room, she sat down next to Reyhan who had finished playing with the children. Reyhan turned his head and glanced at Arka who was sitting beside him with a glance.

"Udah?"

"Hm,"

Both of them were silent, they were staring towards the front where Zaki was telling something funny with a frenzy to the group of laughing children staring at him while sitting down he bag of grass.

"Because I met Shaila at the hospital,"

Arka. "Well?"

"Consul said,"

Arka sighing. "That kid why don't you ask me anterin, anyway? ****."

Reyhan was speechless, he was compiling words to tell Arka about what Shaila said yesterday. "He hates the talk he says."

"Gue knows,"

"He hates racers too."

Sontak Arka turned his head and looked at Reyhan's figure who was struck by light on it. "You mean?"

"His brother died in the race, he also has a history of PTSD."

"Trus you mean tell me what that is?" Arka plays her knuckles.

"Let's get ready,"

"Make?"

"So that you can control yourself and mutusin to release which one."

"Gue doesn't understand you,"

Reyhan grunting. "Lo is slow sometimes, you know? I don't want to tell you what I mean, it's your job to find out for yourself. But as your best friend, I want the best for you so I talk to you."

"But I—"

Reyhan stood up from his seat and cut off Arka's speech. "Once in a while open your heart, see who is there, do not be too fixated on your past."

Arka could only be silent looking at the departure of Reyhan who was walking closer to Zaki, he really did not understand the purpose of his best friend. What is his relationship with his heart and his past?

You know, dizzy.

*****

TB