The Queen of the Night.

Win Racing.

Brums....Brums....Brums....

There was a noise coming from the iron horse he was riding breaking the silence of the night.

Ten.... Nines.... Eight on.... Seven.... Six.... Five.... Four.... Three.... Two....One...

Go....

The iron horse was speeding up. Leaving the starting line. Driving at a speed above average. The raga swerved over the silent highway, collaborating with the pitch blackness of the night.

Overtaking, stabbing, chasing chasing chasing. They race to be the first to reach the finish line. And be the winner.

After the chase action, overtaking, cornering that they do. The finish line is in plain sight.

He further increased the speed of his iron horse. 120 km/hour, he darted like the wind, shrinking in pursuit of his opponents. Until his opponent fell far behind. And finally he reached the finish line first. I can be sure he is the winner. And entitled to get anything that is a bet in the wild racing.

Ckrie.... The sound of tyre wheels clashing and rubbing against the cold asphalt road sounds deafening. When the iron horse is on the brake suddenly. Sparking sparks from flares caused by friction of tire wheel surfaces and slippery road surfaces. The finish line was very far behind when the iron horse stopped, the speed dropped dramatically from 120 km/hour to 0 km/hour.

"Yeah... I'm win. I'm winning..." The highlight when his iron horse stopped from his pace. He also crossed the finish line that was far behind him.

"Congratulations. You managed to win back. I don't think anything can beat your current speed and accuracy." Friend.

"Thanks, bro." He said after he took off his helmet. His black hair had unraveled when it had slipped off his helmet.

"You are The Queen on the roads beib."

His other friends praised him. He smiled when he heard the compliments of his best friend

"Okay, then let's celebrate our victory tonight. How, Agree?" Ask his friends.

"OKs.. Agree.. Let's go.." Say them together.

"Wait for the minutes. Mo where are we?" Ask her friends.

"Clubbing yok." Say another friend.

"Clubbing... You guys just. The males de me. I just pull it out." He said as he walked away.

"Tumben beib ga is coming. He said that he won your victory. It's not as good if you don't come. This is your victory party. The dawn has not yet broken either. Continue yuk." Said his colleague back.

"I think I should leave now. The result of the bet. Please party. And enjoy as you please." He said throwing half the money from the results of his race win. Who was caught by his friend. The other half he kept in his black leather jacket pocket. Later he will give the money to the street children he collected and now they become his foster children. He wears his helmet. Then he rode back on his horse. He drove away quickly leaving his friend who could not prevent his departure. If he has said a then his friend no one can turn him into b. Her friend's friend could only stare at her disappearance. Until the body disappeared in his pitch black swallow at night.

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Night is his world. He will be active at night. He loves to run wild races. Because by following this, he can eliminate for a moment the burden of thoughts and suffering of life experienced. He risked his life and death on the streets. In addition to the results of the bets that are disbursing.

Unlike most people who use the night for their rest. During the day they rest. Unlike him, the night he made the day. It makes the day night. At night he was active. During the day, he rested. That is if he can rest. Sometimes he just sleeps. The rest is awake. He did everything he could to keep his life. During the day he does freelance work. So the carpenter, so the courier, kernet angkot he jabanin origin make money halal. Even so an impromptu mechanic had he lakoni. Until the evening comes. Then he will continue his action to try his abilities on the roads.

He lived a long life, no family warmth accompanied him. He is big and lives on the streets. The street is his home. The sky is the roof. The ground is the floor. He doesn't know who his parents are. Who is his father and mother. He didn't know where they were. Are they alive or are they dead.

Sometimes he thought to himself about his fate. But if we look up, we will be lacking more than ourselves. We will feel lower. Because there is still sky in the sky.

But on the contrary, if we look down, there will be more to suffer from the life we live. Under the ground there are other layers of soil.

We sometimes think our lives are the hardest, most miserable of people. But in fact, if we look down. Sometimes our lives are better than theirs.

After a long daydream. I know he thinks God is not too bad for him. Only sometimes his servant felt that God was always evil to him. Though not. There is wisdom in every event.

Allah will not burden His servant beyond his means.

An angel was sent by God to protect her. Who had found it in the mud when he was a baby. It was the angel who had raised him, nurtured him, guarded him, protected him. The angel he used to call the sister of love.

Before meeting his guardian angel. He stopped first at the city park. Seeing some people still chatting with the night. While listening to a few verses of songs that are heard from his earphones.sz

My night.

Like a thousand star night

Which unfolds in Space

When you're here

Tuk just accompany

Tuk across the sky

Which is always filled

On one side of the heart.

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