The Thorn in the Family
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Blurbs
What would happen if the street knight, the incarnation of the God Zeus fell in love?
Aldebaran, the figure of a man who is poor in religious sciences must be trapped in a complicated situation. He loved Fatimah. Human specification angel who has the nature of trust, intelligent and tawadhu daughter of a great kiyai in his place of studying.
Will Al, be able to melt the heart of Fatimah? will the world and its people support their relationship?
CHAPTER 1
Brums....
Brums...
Brums...
The roar of the sound of a motorcycle echoing filled the streets. An area that is specialized as a field for wild races in one of the small districts in East Java. The special area is chosen by some motorcycle gangs as a place to boost their adrenaline when holding wild races.
Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, expect to be able to freely hold wild races there, as well as a place for transactions of some illegal goods.
Brums...Brums...
A man was sitting on a motorcycle so dashing. His eagle eye is ready to scan the race terrain area.
“Al, your spirit definitely wins”. The sounds of screaming from several sides began to echo shouting the name of his greatness.
The young man only smiled obliquely, without looking at the people around him. His gaze was straight on the streets that would be a silent witness to his ferocity in riding a big motorbike.
Brums...Brums....
Bleyeran's voice re-echoed filled the area.
hundreds of millions and a few kilos of illicit goods, which have been neatly packed in a container covered with sarong cloth.
Three.
Two.
One.
Brums...Brums...
Rows of wild racers began to split the streets, they drove with origin, without paying attention to other road users. Not infrequently they will curse some other riders who are accidentally crossing their wild racing area.
Brums....
Hiddy...
Al motor, traveling at full speed. A long way off some of the opponents who were behind him.
“Ayo Al, little more”. Again a row of fans both men and women were shouting his name.
Cit.....
Cit...
Cit...
The sound of the brake starts rubbing against each other with asphalt, when some finalists have entered the finish area.
You ask who won?
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