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"Lo sure it's gonna work?" ask someone who is none other than Tikeng, standing in the crowd with other former ABABIL members.
"Of course. Like a ship sailing in the middle of the ocean. Someday the ship will dock as well. So is he. He will return to his own home" replied the friend next to him, Ryan Keling, so wise. His eyes did not escape the Guard.
Actually Ryan deliberately held this wild racing activity to lure the arrival of the Guard. Through information from his man, he knew his best friend was looking for him. After an accident five years ago, the Guard lost his memory.
Therefore, Ryan and his friends, fellow former members of the ABABIL motorcycle gang, held activities that were actually prohibited by the government. But to help the memory of the friend back. He engineered all of this, just like the events of the past, when the Guard was active in wild races.
The young man who is now starting to become an accomplished businessman. Sure has powers in the upper and lower worlds that are not canned. Because inherited his family business even though it is not as big as the business that Andika lived.
Ryan makes it easy for Guard's personal assistant, Dandi, to get information about the Guard's past through his confidants. Until now the Guard was provoked and entered his trap. Not to harm, but to help restore the memory of a friend who had long missed.
From a distance the two people seemed to notice the Guard walking closer to the arena. It looks like the former champion of the wild race, or better known as the king of the streets, is interested in participating as one of the riders in the race in this round. After a host announces who wants to participate in the next race, it is presented entering the arena.
With makeshift gear and borrowed motorcycles, Garda ventured into the race. Although his hands were trembling when he just held the handlebars of the motorcycle he was going to use. His heart beat exceeded the first time he fell in love with a girl.
The sound of motorcycles to be driven by the guard and the rival has roared, unpretentious to each other ready to fight on the field of racing. For every few seconds, the two face each other with a cynical look behind a helmet that has not been closed glass.
Afterwards, the Guard and its rival, none other than Rombeng, looked straight ahead again. Watching a girl in sexy clothes move forward towards them carrying a flag.
When the flag is raised into the air, as a sign the race begins. Both Garda and Rombeng directly pulled the gas of their respective motorcycles. As fast as lightning they shot away splitting the already deserted highway from the traffic of passing vehicles.
The spectators were unceasingly cheering their departure. Waiting for their arrival at the finish line. Ryan and his friends were watching from a distance.
'Sorry, brother. I hope your memory returns soon. And elo can join us again, Ryan's mind is soft. His eyes were hot, poignant, and wanted to shed tears. But as hard as he could to keep from crying. Also keep his image is now famous dashing and sturdy, such as advertising slogans cement. Despite the fact that he's a melow guy.
*
Karina, who had been lying in her thick blanket before, still could not close her eyes. Many times I tried to close my eyes. His mind was completely piqued by the arrival of Rega who looked completely different from usual.
Many times he believed his heart, that the young man in a suit was Rega. Because he knew the Guard had long since died. Karina strongly believes that, there is indeed a tomb that is often visited for pilgrimage.
But his heart always refused. His maternal instinct said, 'he is not Rega, but Guard.' Karina gave birth to only two twin sons. And he was sure there was no longer the same face as the twins. If anything similar, at least a few percent.
'If it was true that this young man was my son, the Guard, how could it have happened? Hasn't my son died long ago?' he kept asking worried and confused.
Suddenly he remembered Andika. An ex-husband who can do anything at will.
'Unless Mas Dika, ah. ' Karina nodded her head beginning to understand.
Karina sat up. Grabbing his gawai on the nightstand until his bed. Then he picked up one number, belonging to someone he knew very well.
"Hello" he exclaimed after connecting in the second ring.
While in a different place. Andika has just finished her hot sport with her new lover in her apartment. Not caring about the disappointed expression of the woman left on her king-size mattress, she passed into the bathroom.
Rungunya also seemed deaf when many times the woman called out spoiled asking to be satisfied. Because Andika ended her activities suddenly. Andika immediately flushed her body which was still mighty at her age no longer young, under a cold shower.
Somehow the shadow of Karina's face always disturbed his mind, every time he had a romance with many women. Almost seventeen years of divorce with the woman, but not one bit he forgot his charm.
However powerful Andika in the business world above and below. His strength and power were unmatched by anyone who dared to challenge him. He can do anything for his ambition. But one that until now could not be done. Forgive Karina.
Even though his heartache was deep. Andika does not deny his longing for his ex-wife deeper than the Indian Ocean. Many times he tried to forget. Many times he missed it too. Until not a single woman he slept with was able to erase his memories and longings on the body of the former.
"**** the ****!" furious Andika while hitting the cold ceramic in front of her with one fist. His head fell with his eyes closed, felt the running water, then fell to the floor where he stood.
"Honey..," a spoiled voice accompanied by a gentle caress on her back, awakened Andika from her daydream. His eyes opened wide.
"What's up, humh?" asked the woman while she walked into a glass tube inhabited by Andika.
"Why did you suddenly leave just like that, without finishing..."
The woman was shocked. But he tried to be patient in order to get his desire delayed.
"Darling..."
Not yet had the woman seduce with her death, suddenly Andika raised her sharp gaze as if she wanted to kill him. Instantly the feathers bristled. Fear spread throughout his innocent body. The woman who was now standing on Andika's right side, immediately took a sip of saliva to wet her throat that was suddenly dry.
"Hurry and get out of here before I forget who you are!" his expulsion does not want to be denied.
Although the woman did not want to be expelled Andika. But he still loves his life. So without thinking twice, he immediately left Andika alone in her place.
*
Two o'clock in the morning. Dandi half ran through the hallway of one of the hospitals in the Bekasi area. After earlier, thirty minutes ago Dandi who was asleep in his sleep, contacted the hospital about the accident experienced by the Guard.
I don't know what his boss did to experience the fateful incident. He hasn't been able to find out. The mind of the handsome young man dreams of every woman but is still single, only to want to immediately arrive at his boss's place in the care of.
No matter what he looks like, it is usually complete with his office stelan. Now wearing only her sleeping pajamas, confidently Dandi steps up. Thankfully, it is early morning. Until the hospital atmosphere is quiet and empty. No rogue spy stares at the tall and dashing body of a magazine model.
Finally, his steps stopped in front of the hospital's VIP room. Without knocking on the door, Dandi came in. Just now his footsteps reached the doorway. Immediately he stopped moving. The door handle is still in his hand.
Suddenly he was silent in shock, seeing some people sitting down filled the sofa in the room. The look in his eyes was met by the look in their eyes, who turned their head after hearing the door open.
"Ah, sorry. I was in the wrong room" he said unwell, feeling guilty for them. While nodding apologetically, Dandi pulled the doorknob about to close back.
"Assistant Dandi!" one of them interrupted. Stopping the movement of the person he called.
Dandi stuttered to hear his name called. He raised his face, widening the door in search of the source of the sound. Wonder why anyone knows his name. His appearance is a mess. Maybe there hasn't been any and the ile attached to his handsome face.
His eyes widened when he recognized the figure of the man. He is Ryan Wijaya, a director of PT. Wijaya Sentosa is now inherited from his father.
While the others are only employees in the ABABIL workshop. Except Tikeng, the father of two children was the owner of the largest building store in Bekasi. It also has three branches in different areas. And they were all Guards friends during High School.
'It turns out they are fierce too yes, if the face-to-face rich gini, ' thought Dandi felt the feathers bristling.
"Where are you going?" scold someone sitting on a single sofa. His body was more contained among the others. Her hair is black, curly and more thin. While his friends just stared at Dandi with a look that read.
"Ah.. i..."
"Come in!" speak with a lower tone.
"Meet your boss" he continued, moving his chin to show where the Guard was in the room.
Dandi reflexes follow the movements of men of the same age as Garda. And it's true. On top of the gurney the Guard lay peacefully. Either fainted or fell asleep. He was still stuck where he stood.
"Whether you're still there, come in!" reprove again.
Dandi turned to the source of the clumsy voice.
"Your boss's mouse is a sucker" Dandi glared at the rebuke of a man sitting on a single sofa. Appearance is the same as the others. Wearing a typical motorcycle gang jacket and torn jeans on the knee. But his hair looks the longest than the rest. Under his nose was overgrown with a thin mustache.
"E.. well," said Dandi immediately moved towards the gurney.
"Excuse me." he said with a half-bent body, and a slightly stretched right hand as he walked past them.
Ryan just nodded casually at his place.
"Yes..," said some of them almost simultaneously.
Dandi stared at the face of the boss on the gurney.
"Oh my God.. boss, why is it so rich?" the question is, of course, not getting an answer from the person being asked.
Guard's handsome face looked stained with bruises, and a bandage stuck to his right forehead.
"Boss, boss. wis is told, angel," he regretted.