Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.10 Cheating

Come on!" bring the Cakra to Vareen. After seeing Arsya already at the starting line.

"Get!" vareen nodded while starting to separate from the others and went out of nowhere.

...🦅...

"Arsya glanced at Dero who was right next to her, as the sexy woman started walking in front of them.

Dero is seen pulling out his thumb and pointing it in front of Arsya, although a second later he turns it face down with a condescending expression.

Arsya smiled obliquely, he knew that now Dero was proposing him so as not to concentrate on the track. No doubt, there is indeed an ego that feels insulted. However, as soon as the sense that Arsya press deeply, in order to win the race this time.

"Curtain!" Arsya threw away the salivary until it almost hit Dero's shoes. If Dero can provoke his emotions, why can't he?

"****!" pissed Dero. However, his attention is forced to shift when the sexy woman's voice takes over. "Prepare!"

Both of them looked straight ahead and tried to focus on getting ready for the race. Until finally both Arsya and Dero motorcycles, darting together with the streets and began to spur each racing vehicle to achieve one goal. Eh, victory.

For both, betting tonight is not just about money, but there are more valuable things they have to keep. That is, self-worth. Whoever loses, then it is certain, they will get an ugly stamp among the citizens of the night world, including other motorcycle gang members.

This is not an official motorcycle race that has its own track and circuit. This was an event that was done illegally, and was on a public street, where other drivers were still passing freely.

Although a little quiet when compared to the daytime, or even a few hours ago, when the workers just came home, but it does not reduce the challenges and tensions tonight.

Arsya continues to advance the motor while continuing to pull the gas pedal to keep going. He swerved among the citizens' vehicles which were still quite a lot. Competing with other drivers, especially Dero who turned out to have shot first.

"Ck!" Arsya clucked, when he saw Dero was about five meters in front of him. His eyes continued to search for the gap between the motor and the car. Then precede every opportunity no matter how small. The movements made by Arsya seemed straightforward and steady. Everything is measured so well and neatly.

Unlike Dero who looks sradak sruuduk up to several times almost make an accident. The words of the other riders, as well as the screams of kelkson sound was heard, coloring the race wild. Arsya believes, now there are many swearing of other riders who condemn it. However, Arsya cannot deny, if there is a pleasant and free sensation in him when doing this prohibited activity. His still hot young blood felt even more turbulent, mixed with the tension created in this challenging atmosphere.

About half way, Arsya managed to overtake Dero. A few seconds later his opponent managed to overtake him again. The action of chasing and bumbling in the middle of the road, also continues to last up to about three-quarters of the journey. The motorbike driven by Arsya and Dero was seen often osengleng because of the reluctance created by both.

A few minutes later, they began to enter a fairly quiet road, until they slowly drove the motor. No more vehicle density. There were only one or two vehicles that occasionally drove between the two of them.

The two were competing fiercely to maintain the position, when suddenly, Arsya was surprised by a motor that suddenly drove beside him, flanking him, as if to hold him to speed. Meanwhile, Dero took advantage of the opportunity to immediately dart away from Arsya.

Not long after seeing Dero was far enough in front, one of them tried to kick Arsya's bike until Arsya felt difficulty in memepetah stability of his bike.

However, at the same time, a strange voice suddenly sounded that made Arsya immediately turn to the bullies in turn.

Dukh!

Argha!

Brak!

The two motorcycles appeared to have fallen and slid several meters from the scene. The sparks and squeaks of sound produced from the friction between the motor iron and the asphalt surface look terrible. One person appeared to be lying in the middle of the road while the other person was still able to wake up even though in a limped state, after being dragged about two meters along with the motorbike.

The jackets they wear look torn in some parts. Blood also appeared to be pouring on the arms and legs.

"Safe!" Cakra and Vareen look swerving while bertos ria in the middle of the motor that is still driving.

Meanwhile, Arsya is seen brandishing his thumb, in between accelerating the speed of his motorbike.

...🦅...

Arsya and Dero are now less than ten metres away from the finish line. The cheers of the spectators and supporters sounded increasingly boisterous. They seem to join together menjingkan their respective champions.

Meanwhile, Arsya and Dero's passion to become winners is flaring up, they continue to try their hardest to be first and defeat their main opponents. Until the distance is only one meter away, Dero attacked Arsya motorbike to the side, and almost lost balance.

A sudden silence ensued, as the two bikes were seen crossing the finish line simultaneously. Who will win tonight?

Arsya stopped her motor with a breath. The first wild racing experience this time, it looks like it will be quite useful.

"Oh!" Arsya let out a rough breath after opening her helmet. A thin smile with a look of spirit was seen on his handsome face.

Scroll of sweat decorate the face to wet the child's hair on the forehead and side of his face. However, all that does not reduce the good looks of an Arsya at all. His eyes seemed to be glancing at someone who had been watching him since. He nodded faintly, saying that he was in good condition.

"Well, our leader turned out to be great too, but this is the first time he's been racing!" yelled Fahri while embracing the shoulder of Arsya who was still sitting on his bike.

"Lo emang is great. I know that." Dikta chose ber tos with Arsya as a sign of pride.

"We don't know who the winner is, don't go overboard first" said Arsya, still with a faint smile.

"The two of you recorded it, what do we do?" ask Arsya again.

"Yes. We also handed over the recording to the committee. And, copy it first, just in case," replied Dikta.

"Sip! You both can I andelin," nods Arsya. He then patted the shoulders of his two friends alternately while speaking. "Thank you."

"Look out, Bro. We are now family" Fahmi replied casually.

Arsya smiled, he embraced Fahri's shoulder back, as well as Dikta.

"Yes, we are family. Atropos is our family" Arsya said.

"What's this? You hugged me like a teletubis, but we didn't." Vareen who had just arrived immediately joined in the embrace even though she also did not know what it was for.

Fahri pulls Cakra to join him. And repeat Arsya's words. "We are all family. The Atropos gang is our family!"

Although the restless in heart still lingered, but for a while the five teenagers had forgotten it, because togetherness and a new sense of family filled the recesses of their hearts.

"Keep, now who wins?" ask Cakra, disperse their happiness.

Hugs were released, they again stood in a circle at the front of Arsya's bike, with arsya who had not even had time to go down from there.

"not yet cut. The distance between Arsya and the shackle was different only a fraction of a second, so they had to nod first" Fahmi replied limply.

Cakra and Vareen's breathing sounds. While others seemed silent, until for a moment silence had embraced the fifth, in the midst of boisterous spectators who were also waiting for the decision of victory tonight.

"Eh, one of those people looks like a bad injury. Will it not be a problem in the future? What if they take revenge on us?" Vareen looks agitated. He knows enough about the brutal venus gang. They would never let go of anyone who dared to harass him.

"Is anyone hurt? What are you guys doing anyway?" Fahri seemed to frown when he heard Vareen's words.

"Quiet down. We are not wrong. Those who want to cheat first, why would they want revenge on us?" answer casually Arsya.