
"Triiii.... Triiii.... "
I don't know how many times Zen's phone vibrated and let out a loud enough sound. But the owner of the second phone is still asleep in the dream realm. Almost a dozen times the phone rang. Only then the owner of the flat object fumbled his nightstand. Covering his face with a pillow.
"Hello." Zen said in a raucous voice.
"The zen... Lo sleep what fainted? " Task the voice across who is none other than Al.
"What's wrong? Just interrupt Lo." Zen said annoyedly.
"Gue needs help Lo men. Pleases.... "Chap Al with a slightly moaning voice.
" Lo why?" Asked Zen who had been sitting on his bed mattress.
Now he sleeps using only a regular mattress. Without a luxurious bed, without AC, without all the objects that would automatically stay a push as well as some servants who would come when hearing his screams. He opened his eyes while moving his cell phone to his other ear.
"Hello, Zen.... It's my... We haven't had a reunion in a long time. I want a game that was delayed that time, we do it tonight." Said another man across the phone.
"Vitos.... B r e n g s e k Lo!" Zen said annoyedly.
"Haha.... Lo which b r e n g s e k. Go to your usual place. If you don't, I'll finish this night too!" Vito.
Zen's mortal enemy in the wild races. He meets Billy and Al accidentally. When Al boasts Zen, of course, the true Rival of Zen does not like it. So he invited some of his gang to arrest Al CS.
"S I a l. I can't possibly be Al so monthly. Ok. Tonight, I'm gonna embarrass Lo Vit. You think I'm gonna lose to you." Zen said annoyedly.
He grabbed a jacket that was in the hanger right behind the door. No washing your face first. He was so eager to silence his arrogant rival.
Arriving at the children's wild racing location that has privilege, Zen searches for the existence of Al CS. Both of his eyes looked at Al who was standing at the end of the second floor.
"Lo Vit madness! Lo freein ga Al? " Snapped Zen riled.
Zen snorted in annoyance. He saw two bikes at the starting line.
As Zen walked towards Al's motor. Vito just pulled the helmet belonging to Al.
"Eits.... Tonight no safety Man....!" Shouted Vito.
Zen who had been riding on Al's Yinja, he also turned the motor contact. He stared at Vito.
"OKAY. Tonight we will prove it. Lo what I am the king of this death track." Cold Zen.
His gaze was fixed on the white line that was on the asphalt. He focused on his goal. Tonight, he must silence Vito's arrogance. But there is little doubt Zen when his right hand draws gas.
"Come on's.... We must be the winner." Inner Zen while wiping the motor tank in front of him.
{Come, we should be the winner}
A woman wearing a jumpsuit in a black t-shirt. He was holding a red scarf. The woman stood in front of Zen and Vito's bike. He stands between two Yinja motorcycles belonging to two handsome men. The woman lifted the red scarf up towards the sky. When the count of the woman came to the number 3. The red flag was thrown down.
"One... Two... Three....!"
The hustle and bustle of the sound of wild racing spectators was so boisterous. Perempuan, men. All mixed into one. The shout of each fort to the champion also made the atmosphere that had been quiet, Suddenly became crowded. Understandably, Zen and Vito can be said to be apple to apple. They were equally handsome, the son of the rich was also the king of wild races. Almost immediately they will become champions in wild racing. And it benefits those who bet. So if tonight the old Zen does not appear, making those who are old do not taste the taste of victory. Bet desperately to support Zen.
"The...! Zen?! Zen! Come Zen....!" Shouted the youngest supporter Mr. Ahmed.
But fateful when only the last two laps, Vito who felt almost lost. He also nudged Zen's legs when he was being stabbed. And that made Zen lose his balance. The motor he drove was directly attached to the asphalt and made Zen hit the motor, his body even dragged the motor a few meters ahead. Al CS, as well as some of his supporters, shouted hysterically as Zene's head hit an electric pole.
"Zeeeeeeen!"