Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 2# Astagfirullah, Nabrak People!

Raymond felt the upper hand. His mind is as smart as a woman carrying a motorbike. They would not be able to defeat him in this wild racecourse.

"Bro, Lo's opponent is very sweet. Are you sure you can't handle him?" seduced by one of Genk Raymond's friends.

"Gua has to beat him up, Black. If not, the cave can be mental from the campus. However, if the cave wins, she will become a cave girl and her sex lips will be able to cave rasain," said Raymond confidently with a laugh interspersion.

"Njirr ... has cast a shadow on his lips. It was a cool race bet this time. Jeez, Bro. The cave can only support. If you win later, don't just get his upper lip but the bottom too" Black kekeh then followed by Raymond.

"One server Lo emang Ama cave!" Raymond laughed again. He was soon wearing his full face helmet.

Hasna, who had also prepared, now covered her face with the same helmet. He also wears a jacket that has back protection, elbows and long pants behind his robe also uses knee protection.

However Hasna did not escape to pay attention to safety points of driving. He learned from his carelessness a few years ago while still sitting on the bench of the Aliyah Madrasah.

Hasna did not comply with the wishes of her mother who encouraged her to continue studying at the State Islamic University.

Hasna did not want to be in the field of religion like her mother and grandfather who became preachers.

Hasna has another way of conveying the truth of Islam among young people. He will move and think in his own way. For him, to show the right thing doesn't have to be too formal.

The flag has been moved and the countdown has begun.

Two two-wheeled vehicles were speeding up.

The quiet street lane is often used by these young people to perform their wild racing action without being sniffed by the authorities.

Usually they will bet using money or women. However, the motive of this race is different. Hasna did so to free her friends from the shackles of caste differences.

Hasna wanted, the talented young men did not die torches in demanding knowledge. Do not just young people like Ray and his Genk who incidentally went to college just for the sake of prestige, title and formality that can run freely.

The kind of young people they are do not appreciate at all what science and education is. They only know how to have fun spending their parents' money and wealth.

The country did not need an old-spirited young man like them at all. In fact, the country will need the soul of young people who are passionate in demanding knowledge but they have a small chance in achieving it.

Two-wheeled vehicles with roaring sounds were speeding and trying to get ahead of each other.

Raymond's green motor sport is now beside the body hasna. The young man, brandishing his middle finger to sneeze.

However, at the corner quickly and surprisingly Hasna preceded him, Ray was almost disgusted with shock.

Hasna is now far ahead of her vehicle. From now on, Ray no longer takes Hasna lightly and playfully. This young man will take the race this time seriously. His fate ahead is decided tonight.

Ray, with great confidence and confidence if he will win. Laughs behind his helmet.

The two try to get ahead of each other. Hasna who deliberately did not show her skill at the first time drove, making her opponent become caught off guard.

Now, in the deciding round. Hasna showed the abilities she had completely. Two years ago, Hasna fought a gangster leader at a racecourse.

At that time the stakes were, so that the gangster leader did not attack again a village that was quite slum. Because the leader of the gangster often do brawl in the area.

Hasna with her intelligence in negotiating and mediating. Eventually, a managed to lure the gangster chief away from using violence. Hasna challenged him.

The chairman who did not expect if Hasna is good at driving a sport bike on the asphalt, certainly easily accepted the challenge because he had underestimated his opponent.

It was certainly beneficial for Hasna. Because the opponent who has underestimated it will not have thorough preparation. Hasna trained hard for a week.

But, na'as.

His opponent cheated that time, they also challenged Hasna for a rematch. He had a major accident that caused several injuries to his head and legs.

Hasna was almost overtaken by Ray, even the young man had put up a winning grin.

However, Hasna quickly changed position by being in front of Ray's bike. Hasna accelerated until the sound of the vehicle engine roaring deafening.

Hasna was in front of Raymond's two-wheeler. The spectators cheered as Hasna's black sports bike stopped right in front of them.

Hasna got off her bike. Opening the helmet, and the night wind flew the end of his pashmina that stretched to the back of his back.

Mila immediately ran and slid into the embrace. Hasna won in the fight for their freedom.

Raymond stopped his vehicle, went down quickly and threw his expensive helmet on the asphalt.

His face looked angry and angry. He did not accept because he defeated the woman he had underestimated.

"Lu lose, Bro! A girl is really crazy about her. So, really bring the motor. I swear, we cheated on her sweet face. Njirr!" as if one of Genk's friends was with Raymond.

"Gua don't accept, Black. Call the others, we work for him!" ray said softly with his sharp eyes staring at Hasna.

Where at this moment the girl was also looking at him triumphantly.

"Lu can be arrogant now. See later!" Raymond went by to get on his bike. Until, the sound of sirens of jaguar troops.

Instantly all the topsy-turvy including Hasna.

"Snap, ride a mile. I don't want to fuck!" it was Hasna who brought the engine back to life.

Because of this incident, Raymond inevitably postponed the action.

They choose to save themselves first from the arrest of the authorities.

Police's two-wheeler was behind Hasna's motorbike. Mila has been holding fast on to her best friend's waist because Hasna is carrying a motorcycle with above average speed.

It's almost dawn.

Hasna chose to sneak into the settlement to avoid the police pursuit.

Until, he turned into an alley and came out again from another alley.

At a bend, there was someone who suddenly appeared about to cross.

"Astagfireullah! Watch out!" shout Hasna.

"Awaa Na!" shout Mila.

Hasna directly, deflecting the handlebar until the man in front of her was just nudged but, it was able to make her fall down. Because, the vehicle carried by Hasna is quite fast. The motor just shook a little.

"Oh Allah, Na! Hit people!" strangled Mila behind Hasna's head while patting her best friend's shoulder.

Hasna stopped the bike, opened the helmet and turned her head. The man he hit had woken up holding his head and elbow. They looked at it for a split second. By the time Hasna decided to go down, the sirens sounded back.

"Why isn't it, right? I'm sorry! But I have to go!" exclaim Hasna. The man just looked at her. After saying that, Hasna put on her helmet again and passed.

"Oh my God, what was last night's dream. Hit the bike that brought a cute girl. Astagfirullah! Keep this sick," the man murmured as he stared at his bleeding elbow.

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