The Shine For You
25. Racing, starts. [1]
“Because of a person's self-esteem seen from his words.” — Lathi by weird genius.
Sorry but yesterday only up one. Not mood native🙂
Now it's not in the mood, just imposed. So, sorry if the story is not connected or strange *when the first dr part is not clear wkwk
Lots of these, 1677 words.
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This morning at exactly 5 am. Ozhora awakens from her dreamland, a spirit comes to her even though lives have not been collected in their entirety. Changing position to sit, looking at the wall clock that is attached shows 05.23 am.
Get off the bed shabby and torn, prepare to take a shower cleaning the germs neatly stuck in his body. Looking for a white hair tie, pigtails his jet black hair.
Before sliding into the minimalist bathroom, Zhora tidied up her shelter in 8 hours. After finishing cleaning blankets, pillows, and sheets that are messy— her footsteps walk towards the bathroom.
Performing her morning ritual, Zhora approached Lena. The middle-aged woman was struggling with her homemade breakfast. The menu this time is fried rice, and water. Enough to fill the hunger of worms that live in her stomach.
“Mother.” Call Zhora. Look at Lena who washes her hands.
“Why, darling?” sahut Lena, the corner of her eye saw Zhora scratching her nape.
“The debt problem is ma'am, Atlas told me to do something in return.” Zhora approached Lena, a plain blue nightgown clinging neatly to her body.
“Hum... then?” muttered Lena, her ten fingers fiddling with the items that were on the small table were devoted to eating.
“I'm permission later tonight at half-nine, to Arena Xx. Maybe, I was told to make a race or watch Atlas race.” Clarify Zhora. A little uncomfortable discussing things that smell with racing, other night activities.
Lena is not struggling. Zhora grimaced a little, seeing her mother looking up at her. “You sure, Son?” Lena knows everything about Ozhora, let alone the girl's hatred of racing. Lena still remembers what happened 11 years ago. Zhora was sitting sweetly waiting for the broadcast of his favorite cartoon, suddenly the father replaced it with news.
The motorcycle rider who crossed the arena, then reportedly died. Little Zhora was extremely dislikeful of the news, making resentment grow up until now. But in any case, Zhora had to carry out what she had to do.
“Zhora sure Mom. Zhora promised, will return safely. No way my evil Atlas brother, there-there's aja hihi.” The mouth may lie, but the face and heart are always honest to show the truth. Zhora's face showed fear, and was uncomfortable. As for his heart, it felt something was awkward.
Lena stared fixedly at her only child. Those eyes, showing no confidence and courage. Lena was worried, confused to allow Zhora or not. Moreover, going those nights is usually not good for girls like Zhora.
Seeing the doubt in Lena's face, Zhora reassured again. “Just for a moment, Mom. I am calm, Zhora will not do strange things there.” Put on a pleading face.
Sighing softly, hoping that Zhora's choice did not miss the wrong thing. “Alright, be careful there baby. Take care of yourself, because a girl like you should not be recommended to go out at night.” Lena suggested.
Smiling wryly, “Zhora tau Bu, Zhora did this because Zhora should have done it. Zhora won't abuse mom, kok!” Zhora rounded his hands, formed a stone and lifted him up in the air.
Lena pulled the corner of her lips up, a little. Funny with her son's behavior, sometimes Lena always felt guilty for not being able to meet her life and her daughter's life. However, Lena was amazed and grateful to have such an understanding daughter as Zhora.
“Mother always supports you,”
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Tonight, that night will bear witness to the repayment of Zhora's debts. The stars were sparkling, the wind was beating on her skin, followed by a bright moon as it cheered Zhora's efforts to pay off her debts.
Now at 20:20, and Atlas has arrived faster than the message from yesterday. That old-fashioned dude was wearing a deuz-branded casual suit. The jeans were a little dark, and Jordan's shoes were wrapped around the guy's feet. Too fancy for a country girl like Zhora.
Zhora only wore plain white clothes, army-colored ordinary pants and slightly damaged gray shoes. The thin jacket protected her from the cold, albeit only a little. The black mane he stalls, not dipole or pigtailed again.
“Include,” The masculine scent feels thick on Zhora's sense of smell. The glamorous appearance of Atlas, the perfume that Atlas wears must have stepped on the expensive price. Zhora alone as a woman, did not use those perfumed items.
Zhora followed Atlas' orders, sitting next to the driver's seat. Atlas circled his beloved Porsche, opened the car door and sat his ass on the driver's seat.
Tonight is very crowded, considering tonight is Sunday night. Ordinary made a special night for those who have a partner for kasmaran and making out. Zhora herself, did not care much about those facts or myths. According to Zhora, all nights are the same. There's nothing different.
The two lovebirds were not struggling, Atlas was busy driving and Zhora was struggling with her thoughts about the race tonight. Is it true, his positive thoughts are on target? I don't know, let time answer.
Only the westernized song plays clearly filled the Atlas car area. Tall buildings, car and motor lights illuminate the atmosphere of Jakarta tonight. Some of the girls and men who ride motorcycles look friendly. With the girl tightly hugging the man driving the motor.
“Kak,” Zhora broke the silence that flushed them. Zhora was not the type who liked silence and awkwardness, always looking for topics to destroy that silence.
Atlas remained silent, his hands clutching the steering wheel of the car. “Hm.” is just that word that Zhora got, shrinking a little bit of her guts.
“Em.. that, why did you take me to race, What should I do, later?” Zhora squeezed her hands, her two eyes staring straight at the bustling streets.
Atlas did not budge, confused as to what to answer. Zhora did not know, before picking up the girl Atlas recited the word 'sorry Zhora, I had to.' hundreds of times, like recitation.
“Stop biting lip lo,” Sharp Atlas.
Instead of stopping, Zhora further bit her lower lip. Nervous, fearful, and restless mixed into one. Nervous of his silence, afraid that Atlas would do something strange to him, and restless at not knowing why Atlas had brought him to the famous Arena.
“Stop, or I drop you here?” threaten Atlas, the decision is inviolable.
Zhora stopped her action, hearing the seriousness of Atlas' speech. His mouth did not utter a word at all, so afraid. Indeed, Zhora's words to Lena this morning were like honesty that hurt Lena slowly.
Sorry mom, I had to. My heart says otherwise with my own decision, I hope I don't fall into the wrong path. Inner Zhora, cursing his own words.
After 35 minutes, the luxury Porsche arrived at the Arena Xx parking lot. Unplug the car keys, push a button so that the car door is not locked again. Atlas opened the car door, exiting without a word.
Zhora followed what Atlas was doing, before long he immediately tailed Atlas from behind. The two lovebirds had arrived at the register place, paying tickets to be able to enter the race arena which seemed to be full of sea of people.
“With whom?” ask the girl in charge of arranging the ticket problems. Mba ticket was staring in awe at Atlas, not stopping him doing sweet things and mode. For example, when Atlas offered money, the girl received while stroking the palm of Atlas.
Very potent.
Zhora looked at the ticket, the girl replied with an intimidating and cynical look, not liking Zhora's existence. After finishing with the pay problem, Atlas and Zhora had already entered into the vast Arena wearing it.
Zhora repeatedly said 'wow, cool, big.' since then, far different from Atlas who just quietly looking for where his racing opponents. Naturally in fact, Zhora was amazed at such an overdose. The arena was majestic, the lights were illuminating tonight, the neat chairs circling the edge of the Arena.
Almost the entire chair has been inhabited by several people. The black and white flag was flying, the starting line was ready to go. Visitors screamed as Atlas entered the huge Arena, especially the girls raising their hands high for Atlas to notice.
“PANDORAAA! FINALLY COME!”
“GAK VAIN I WAITED 2 HOURS FROM EARLIER, HE DATENG ALSO!”
“OH MY GOSH! WHOSE OPPONENT IS ATLAS APPROXIMATELY?!”
“CAKEP REALLY MASYAALLAH, JODOH GUE!”
“BUSET! I'M LOOKING AT KOREAN ARTIST NYASAR, ORIGINAL!”
Atlas pulled Zhora's wrist, taking her deeper into the Arena. The lights that numbered in the hundreds turned Zhora's gaze, the shouts that led to Atlas as well as Zhora heard well.
“Kak Atlas turned out to be a lot of his fans, I just knew.”
“Hei brother! long time ago, who is the precious person to you? Want to see me!” the guy's parrot patted Atlas's shoulder gently. Looking for the girl behind Atlas.
Atlas remained silent, approaching someone who stood haughty there with a sweet-sniffed cigarette on his lips. Two special bikes for the race already stood sweetly at the starting line.
“Master, young master Atlas has arrived.” said a middle-aged man wearing a black suit. Then switch to Atlas who is already in front of him.
“Please young lord Atlas, sir is waiting for you over there. Excuse me,” said the man in black, walking away from the three people who were busy with their own thoughts.
The smoker was silent. Cigarettes that emit thick smoke, a second later the cigarette has been discarded original by the man. When it is felt that the opponent is ready.
“Where is the treasured man of lo?” ask the guy to the point. Can't wait to destroy Atlas's treasured man.
Sorry Zhora, I had to. I'm sorry, I'm a coward, asshole.
Zhora raises her head behind Atlas' back, hearing a familiar voice for him. And it turns out, the guy in the blue dongker suit wrapped in a Levis jacket was someone who had slapped him.
Again, slap him.
His blood seemed to stop walking, his clear mind was gone in one second, his heartbeat was beating very fast, even many times over. Lips that were raised, fading from looking at the object before him.
Elza. True, Zhora did not wrongly see what both eyes caught. His ears were buzzing violently, his legs were shaking. Both of his legs were eager to run all the way from this Arena, but the damn thought remained clearly twisted.
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Part 2 is Gaiseu!⛅
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Don't forget like, this hand oath is written only. A fucking hobby! kak😭🌚
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