Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
MS2-Bab.17 Defeat

"What if they're here?" gumama Cakra while glancing at Arsya.

However, the guy just retreated by raising his shoulders. However, his eyes were not completely shifted from the two girls who were now walking over. In fact, Isha was unable to avoid Arsya's sharp gaze this time.

"You guys?" cakra asked as he stared alternately at the two girls who had just stood in front of him. Highlight nata probing looks adorned his face.

"We are invited with Shania" Rumi replied, glancing at Isha. His hands seemed to be squeezing each other restlessly.

Meeting Arsya directly after the incident that night, made her feel nervous. Rumi could even feel, her hands started to get wet with sweat. All prejudices revolve in the coconut, as if an endless series of words. What the hell, Rum? That night Arsya must have just felt sorry for you. A perfect guy like Arsya who wants to be close to a poor girl and not clear like lo, Rum.

Rumi let out a slow breath. It seems like he has to be self-aware of the situation. But is this really a special feeling? Hasn't he always liked handsome guys to entertain themselves? But, why with Arsya terrace is different? He could no longer turn his gaze on the face of another handsome guy, after he made Arsya his daily vitamin. Am I trapped now?

Arsya and Cakra just nodded in response to Rumi's reply. The two seemed to be sitting in their original place, without allowing Rumi and Isha. Cue. It seems that's what's now seen from the leader and his deputy.

Earlier this morning, Rumi met Shania to thank her for her help that day. However, there, Shania invites Rumi and Isha to accompany her race with Atropos.

"Aren't you going into a motorcycle gang?" Rumi asked with widened eyes. During this time, she sees the cheerful and slightly tomboyish figure of Shania, but to enter the biker gang ... Rumi could not suspect it at all.

"Yes. That was my goal all along, hehe." Shania grinned while scratching her nape which was not itchy at all.

"But it's a motorcycle gang. They are famous naughty children who often make trouble and tauran," said Isha, as if not knowing about Arsya who is in fact her own brother.

"But they're different, Sha. I know some people who are members of them. They're not the kind of guys that you look like, '" explains Shania. His eyes seemed sparkling and feisty when telling about the Atropos gang.

"You guys come, yeah. I didn't bring supporters. Not fair dong," continued Shania again, while staring alternately Rumi and Isha full of supplications.

"Why don't you ask my brother? When they don't want to come?" ask Isha. There's no way that Shania doesn't have any friends, given that she's a senior at the school.

"can't. They won't like it if they know I'm playing a motorcycle what else they intend to get into Atropos." Shania seemed to be exhaling slowly, as if some burden was falling on her.

Rumi and Isha looked silent as they glanced at each other. They no longer wanted to ask anything that seemed sensitive to Shania. The two were long enough in a vacillating position, before then nodding, agreeing to Shania's request.

"Shanie! The spirit!" isha shouted as she waved her hand at the circuit, as if Shania could hear her screeching cry.

"Go Shania, go!" The two girls continued to shout while waving their hands, encouraging Shania, who was struggling to defeat Dikta.

Arsya glanced at both Isha and Rumi. His forehead seemed slightly wrinkled when he saw the cheerful face and the carefree laughter of Rumi, after yesterday's incident.

'Looks, he's fine. Inner Arsya. He involuntarily exhaled slowly along with a feeling of relief within the chest.

Meanwhile, Cakra stared at the two girls alternately. I don't know what he's thinking now, it's just that the guy gets caught off guard quite often doing the same thing.

Back to the circuit, where Shania and Dikta are now only a few meters away from the finish line. The cheers of Vareen and Fahri were even more excited, as were Isha and Rumi. They seemed to be modestly supporting their respective friends.

"Dictated! You have to win, don't lose to girls!" yell Vareen. The two formed a toa in front of his mouth.

Rumi let out a soft snort when she heard the cries of Varae. There was a sense of offence with Vareen's remarks which implied a woman's weakness.

"Shania, don't lose to a guy!" reply Rumi.

Vareen turned her head to look at Rumi, she clucked softly when she heard the reply from the girl.

Ignoring the encouraging cries of his friends, Dikta and Shania instead seem to hang on in side-by-side positions.

"Don't forget our betting prize" Dikta said with a meaningful smile at Shania.

"That's a big pede lo! I'm not sure you can beat me" said Shania.

"Gue will definitely get the prize" challenged DIKta with a grin.

"Let me go first!" shania answered while increasing the speed of the bike, and darted quickly before Dikta, until when a little more reached the finish line....

"Yeeee!" Isha and Rumi let out a cheerful thump while shouting. Then, they ran down the stairs of the audience seats to approach Shania.

"Congratulations, Brother. I'm sure you can take it from them" Rumi told Shania.

"Great brother! Congratulations, Brother." Isha also reached out in front of her upperclassman.

"so, yeah. I didn't expect you guys to actually come." Shania received Isha's hand and hugged her second flash.

"Sorry, we had a little obstacle on the road, ate it late." Rumi grimaced, feeling guilty.

"Why? Is there a bother you again?" shania asked with a surprised face.

"No. Earlier, the taxi we were riding on had a leak, so we had to start another taxi" explained Isha.

"Oh my goodness, sorry. Because of me, you two are in trouble" Shania lamented.

Meanwhile, Dikta looked annoyed. He was already convinced of his victory until at the last moment he suddenly lost focus from chatting with Shania. And it all ended in defeat.

"Sorry, Ar. I lost to Shania," muttered DIKta as Arsya and Cakra arrived before him.

"Sir papa. Just relax, the name is also a game, there must be a loss and a win," replied Arsya with a small smile.

"But, because of me, we have to accept Shania into the Atropos gang." The regret on DIKta's face is still unraveled,

"Emang should be, lo nyesel. Time, same girl just lost. Ck!" Cakra said with the look of the face holding back the upset.

"What lo? I'm the loser, why do you bother?" Dikta who actually also felt upset about his defeat, is now increasingly made inflamed because of the words of the Ckara who offended him.

"Lo himself who nawarin himself to be our representative. But, what now? Be ashamed," sneered Cakra while throwing his face away.

"Sir...." Fahri appears to be trying to calm down Cakra who still seems upset about their defeat to Shania.

"Lo-" Dikta had already gripped Cakra's collar and was preparing to deliver a blow to his annoying face, as Arsya's voice stopped their movement.

"Lo self-control, Dik," said Arsya while staring at DIKta with a gaze that still looks shady.

"Lo too, Miss...." Arsya turned to look at Cakra. "It's just a game. Winning is normal, don't blame each other."

"The girl is not bad either, after all we need someone who has a skilled hand in using health equipment. How's it?" ask Arsya. Of course it was just his opinion, while for the final decision to be decided by all the Atropos core.

"Don't know. I'll go first!" Cakra instantly went from there with a face that still looked tense and filled with anger.

"Sir!" Fahri tried to catch up with his best friend, while Arsya only shook his head faintly, seeing the hard attitude and temperament of his old friend.

"That...." Vareen who was just noticing seemed to start reacting when the motor Cakra sound was so loud and filled with emotion.

At that time, Dikta also seemed to menahna his emotions. It was visible from his jaw that still looked tight. The sharp glances of Dikta still persist even where Cakra went.

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