My Possessive Badboy's

Revenge is Red - 04 (End)

The woman glanced at the wall clock in her room. He lay agitated. It was ten o'clock in the evening, but not a single member of his family had returned home.

Neither his father nor his two brothers. They each just gave the news if they have to finish a job that can not be delayed.

Even the father must immediately go to Surabaya without having time to go home and say goodbye directly, because tomorrow there is an important trial that must be attended. There won't be enough time to catch a flight tomorrow morning.

That's why the man will be leaving tonight too. After finishing some business at the office.

Maura grunts as hell. He got up from the bed and walked towards the window of his room. Look at the house across the street.

Just the same, the uncle's car has not been seen in the garage. That means the law firm built by his great-grandfather, now led by the third generation, is busy to make most of the people with the name Bumantara stuck in their respective offices.

"Currently, when I think about it, why isn't Kenzo here playing anyway?" maura complained to herself.

He could play at the house across the street. However, his aunt was not among the friendly people.

The woman is a figure who often instills competition to her children to become a proud Bumantara. We often compare this and that.

Obviously Maura is lazy when faced with the aunt who will continue to indoctrinate Kenzo or Keenan so that they are like grandfather or father of the two boys. Because obviously, Maura will not count as a candidate Bumantara that can be expected.

It could be that the woman closed her ears and did not care about the innuendo of the aunt. But still he was lazy if he had to pretend not to care. Maura could still hear him clearly.

Caught with prolonged boredom, Maura picked up the phone lying on the nightstand and desperately dialed her cousin's sister's number. It didn't take long until the message got a reply.

Kenzo: Okay, I'm out now. Ara's waiting in front. I make sure Mama will not know or report the same Pakde!

Without sending a reply, Maura picked up the jacket from the clothes hanger behind the door. The woman snatched the key before descending into the garage and pulled out a vehicle that used to be her pride.

***

The sound of a roaring motor engine splits the night atmosphere. Not far from the crowd that is getting more and more crowded at night, many people, two motorcycles with jockeys each on them were ready to wait for the cue of the sexy-clothed girl standing in the middle of the track.

The woman, unraveled the slayer that tied her hair and waved towards the two youths who had been getting ready on their big motorbike.

Is correct. Mizar and Sagara finally meet on the track to settle their respective grudges. Although Mizar was still certain, their fight would not stop this far.

"There is still time, you can retreat now if you still love your life," said Sagara on the sidelines of their preparations.

"Lo can also back down but it's not too late!"

"Heh, no snobs. You're gonna be dead tonight!"

Sagara tightened his jaw. Just look, the look on the face of the guy seemed ambitious to defeat Mizar. That meant winning or losing, he would still vent his frustration with violence.

Sagara's goal is only one, he doesn't want to see Mizar superior to him in any case.

Really, Mizar's premonition was one hundred percent accurate in this regard. He knows Sagara. How the character of the man to what can be done to achieve his wishes.

For that Mizar must be more vigilant tonight, if he does not want bad things to happen to him.

"Three .. two .. one ... Go!"

The woman's voice resuscitated Mizar just in time. The young man pulled the gas lever and drove the motor at high speed. Leaving Sagara far behind.

Until the second round, Mizar was still leading in front. There is no movement at all from Sagara. The guy still clings to Mizar's back without intending to go ahead.

'Shoppers! What did that crazy man plan to do?!' mizar's curse in his mind.

He began to be suspicious of Sagara's movements since the man did not overtake Mizar despite many opportunities.

Not once twice did Mizar almost lose his balance. There should have been many moments where Sagara could have preceded the young man.

In fact Sagara still continues to stick behind without intending to precede Mizar at all. Very contrary to the look of an ambitious eye when they just started the match earlier.

It was as if the guy was waiting for the right time to just destroy this limited Mizar.

'Shoppers! What is he planning?!'

Mizar started to calm down. He believes Sagara must have set a plan in his head. The young man could not underestimate his opponent this time. Mizar grew more cautious while continuing to read Sagara's movements and focus on the track area. He can't die silly tonight.

Really, that can't happen. During the course of dealing with Sagara, such a big possibility could definitely happen.

'Focus, Zar! Focus up!' Mizar whispered repeatedly in his mind.

This is the final round that will be the decisive round of their victory. He cannot be affected and must remain stable riding his motorcycle.

Even though there is still no sign Sagara will act and exceed the speed of the motor driven by Mizar. Though it will be easier for the guy to find an alibi to beat Mizar if he wins.

In reality Sagara stays with the style of play still following Mizar from the back.

Meanwhile, behind Mizar, Sagara continues to stare at the backs of his race opponents with a deadly spotlight.

It's not Sagara if he doesn't have a sneaky way to defeat Mizar. Unbeknownst to many, the Black Mamba chief's men had scattered the tacks along the track. Just when they had finished the second round.

The goal is to slow down Mizar's movements in the last round and will further make his defeat feel dramatic. Especially when the finish line is visible in plain sight.

Such a defeat would definitely be painful. That's one of the reasons why Sagara still stays behind.

"Lo campus!" sagara muttered with a cold grin framing her face.

That guy is absolutely convinced and so confident that he will haunt Mizar tonight. Even if Mizar can escape the trap, he can still reverse the facts by making the man a suspect.

Yeah, correct. That is the plan that has been prepared by Sagara. Without ever taking into account if the plan could have failed.

"Shoppers!" The young man shouted in annoyance.

Followed by the squealing of tires rubbing against the road body and the euphoric cries of the spectators along the track.

"Shoppers! The devil! You bastard, Zar!"

All manner of swearing is spoken from the mouth of Sagara. The man's eyes were straight ahead. Making Mizar the center of his focus.

The person he was shouting at did not care at all. Precisely what Mizar did made Sagara even more furious.

Mizar has just reached the finish line while pointing his middle finger towards Sagara. A relieved laugh framed his face. For the first time, he felt satisfied to have defeated Sagara.

Even if he never knows what he will face after this.