The Shine For You
26. Racing, starts. [2]
“Often crying with trifles does not mean he is whiny, he hanua has a soft heart. And you, should be able to appreciate his feelings.” — Revo Bratadikara.
️ ATTENTION! ⁇ ️
I saranin while listening to a mellow song.let's be a little bit tenacious, for example; a thousand years, surrender, don't watch me cry, all I want, etc. THANKSMEME IT!💞
Part 2 is. Original, that's a Revo quote ngt. kek nyindir gw it, because gw cengeng:') there are nulis nyelekit aja I can cry. Crybaby right?🙂
Okay skip, happy reading!⛅
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Elzarres Zander Salvethores's. The guy who slapped him. Although when slapping Zhora the guy was drunk, but Elzar's insults were like for him. How he slapped Zhora until those innocent cheeks turned red.
Zhora wanted to just leave it was like, breaking through the human sea in this Arena. No matter the push, push, people there. Zhora thousands regretted following the will of her brain, not her heart that had asked her to go home.
Zhora clasped hard at Atlas' arm, wanting to channel her fear. Hoping for the world to stop in ten seconds, Zhora wanted to run away from these two men before her. But whatever the power, both legs are more limp.
“Kak..” shriek Zhora, staring wistfully at that one-of-a-kind hope. “What do you mean my brother came here? what does it mean sister!” both eyes began to glaze over, really what the feeling of his heart. Again and again, Zhora fell into the wrong hands. His hopes were dashed, after seeing Elzar who was actually in front of him.
Atlas was silent, right. Surely the girl will cry, “Sorry.” is just that word Atlas can get out of her lips. Actually, Atlas couldn't bear to bring a girl as innocent as Zhora here. But, ego always meets the Atlas self.
“This cute girl, valuable to lo?” Elzarres stared down, not tastefully. Why is it like this? did Atlas deliberately give this ugly creature, in return? While Elzarres gave the ja'lang girl he had rented hundreds of millions, cih!
Then why did Elzarres pay his best man to change the machine that would be used by Atlas, if the reply in the form of this ugly girl? Goddamnit!
“Jaga greeting lo,” elak Atlas. Elzar was grieving, before this girl appeared she was still acting ordinary towards Zhora. But, kinj feelings of hate and resentment filled the body and soul of Elzar.
After a debate that took a lot of time, the two lovebirds immediately went up to the bike that had been purchased by Elzarres. With a mature plan, in accordance with his expectations— Motor Atlas runs slower than Elzar motorbike.
The audience grew boisterous, as the two handsome men had an equal number of followers. Now the last round, the Atlas supporters shouted cheering. Another with Elzar supporters who have been together because his idol is superior to Atlas.
Zhora sobbed, there was no sound at all. Disappointment, pain, and pain merge with force. Zhora who had thought Atlas was a good man, apparently harassed his pride with this race?
Zhora's feelings were already indescribable, Zhora knew if she was a bet. Seeing the girl in open clothes, showing her cleavage there. And, hearing the question of the guy who patted Atlas on the shoulder earlier. At that moment, Zhora had already understood what purpose Atlas had brought her here.
Mother, Zhora felt the most stupid and disappointing child of her own mother. Even Zhora told me that Zhora was coming home, but Zhora wasn't sure.
Sorry, Zhora lied to you. I'm afraid you have a lot of thoughts, you know? the man whose mother said he was a good boy, apparently abused Zhora's pride for the sake of this race. He's not a good man, mother!
Zhora disappointed mom, Zhora's trust was played like this. Zhora was not a strong girl like the other girls. Zhora crybaby, Zhora easy to think.sorry mom, sorry.
Tests.
The tears fell again, staring sadly at the two men who were busy racing it. His hatred for the race is getting higher and more because of them. What is God's plan this time? why did the world seem to not want Zhora to be happy in the slightest? Why is!
The scantily dressed woman glanced cynically, too much in her opinion. Zhora knew that, Zhora realized. But the excitement of disappointment had penetrated him, the details of crying continued to come out endlessly.
Zhora closed her eyes, condemning her mistake. His hands began to lift, slapping his own cheeks. Perhaps if Zhora's hand could speak, he would ask to stop, and feel guilty always slapping his own cheek.
Plaque!
“You fool, Ozhora! hiks,”
Plaque!
“It's worth it to you, you let down your own mother!”
The hand continued to slap his own cheek, some of the spectators there felt strange about Zhora's treatment. Zhora relapsed again, if he made a mistake, surely his cheek was the victim of his disappointment. Always slapped, until it feels satisfied his hand is silent.
Plaque!
“I HATE MYSELF, WHY! WHY DOESN'T THE WORLD WANT ME TO BE HAPPY JUST A LITTLE?!”
“STUPID! I'M JA'LANG, I'M CHEAP! I KNOW THAT, I REALIZE I'M CHEAP, AARGHHH!”
“MOTHER, I AM THE DUMBEST CHILD YOU HAVE EVER SEEN, SHHHH.”
The incident that Zhora never expected, his pride became the second bet the bastard b'boys. Zhora's sense of disappointment was already unable to be spoken with a sentence, not even a word was enough. His cheeks were already red, really showing that he hated himself.
His body was squeezing, both of his hands stopped slapping. His eyes began to blur, his mind disappearing. His heart felt pierced by millions of daggers, his trust had already been snatched away. Not long after, Zhora's body collapsed, with both cheeks blushing from her own actions.
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PRANGS!
“Allahuakbar, why am I daydreaming like this? I feel something is awkward. Zhora, are you okay, son?” Lena held onto her chest, why did she suddenly feel that something was strange. Indeed, mother's feelings cannot be played.
The glass fell, the pieces of glass scattered around the floor. Lena felt a bad feeling coming her way, hoping that if her daughter was okay there. I don't know, Lena was busy cleaning the glass but her hand took off without warning.
“Zhora baby, are you okay there?” Lirih. Really have a hunch if Zhora is approached by things that Lena does not want to expect.
“May you be well, Son.”
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You let mom down..
I'm ashamed to have a child like you!
Get the fuck out of here, shame!
“Mother.don't stay with me mother, I know I'm a stupid, embarrassing child. But I beg you, do not leave me.” muttered the girl, clutching tightly the lips of the mattress.
“She was conscious,” the doctor said, after checking Zhora's heartbeat. The guy sighed in relief.
“Thanks, doc.” The doctor just nodded.
“Then, I excuse you.” The doctor immediately rushed out, understanding if the guy needed privacy.
Zhora opened both eyes slowly, hoping the first time the object she saw was Lena. But her hopes were shattered, not Lena sitting next to her. But, the man who dared to snatch his trust.
“Kak Atlas wants what? brother is not satisfied yet, harassing my self-esteem?” zhora asked, staring sadly at a man with a high weight had let her down.
Atlas was silent, not warting. After the events of Zhora who fell unconscious as he was chasing his defeat of Elzar, Atlas was shocked to death. Plus the two unmistakable cheeks, turned into a crimson self-destruction Zhora.
After the incident, Elzar managed to master the match this time. Atlas understands why he can lose a race like this, he usually wins every race. Atlas is not stupid, there must be something hidden by Elzar.
Atlas did not bother about it, most importantly Zhora's health was his priority. Atlas had already devastated the girl, his two eyes dazzling with sadness and fragility. Stupid, one word that describes how Atlas is now.
“I'm disappointed with Atlas,” honest Zhora, hand squeezing. The smell of drugs is as fragrant as it is in his sense of smell, from the furniture here Zhora already knows he is placed in the VVIP room. The walls are navy blue, smeared with bone white.
Cold, Zhora rubbed his arms slowly. The AC temperature in this room must be high, maybe around 18-23 Celsius. Zhora is not used to sleeping with expensive items, especially AC. Zhora only used a fan full of dust in each of his cavities.
“Sorry, I don't mean to worry. This is my fault, and I have to take responsibility for this.” Atlas stared at the two shady eyeballs, and always will be. Both eyes are always radiating sadness, not happiness. Atlas was very, very able to tell Ozhora's feelings through the girl's gaze.
“Sorry brother, I cannot accept my apologies Atlas. I'm really disappointed with Atlas, give me time.” Zhora's heart remains forgiving, there is no vindictive black dot there. Atlas clucked in amazement at the kindness of this innocent girl.
“Lo no need to apologize, I was wrong. I dare to take risks, and I have to dare to take responsibility for what I choose.”
Zhora fell silent, the faint feeling was gone. Staring at the sharp eye bead, with the iris of green eyes that can always make women crazy about it. The man was cold, but when he was with Zhora, the cold element seemed to be lost to the earth.
“What should I do? my pride was sold, and I had to confess what I had to do.” somehow the unseen genie from where, the circus word just came out of Ozhora's innocent mouth. In fact, Zhora was unaware of his sarcastic words to Atlas. Look, how disappointed Zhora was until her mouth showed the same thing.
Atlas chuckled, slightly shunned. “Gue has agreed with Elzar, you are only given a contract sentence for half a year. Punishment for which there is no element of violence, and abuse. Trust me, time goes on and Elzar won't macem the same lo,”
Zhora smiled, trying to cover up the disappointment that was stirring in her heart. “I have to ask permission from Ibu–” and of course I am disappointed with me, brother. Zhora continued in the heart.
“Do not force your face to be nice, I know you are fragile. Sorry, I'm a jerk guy you've known,” I'm Atlas.
Okay, same b'ego is different thin.
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