Become a CEO's Deposit
MIC (Racing)

That night a small flag swung, accompanied by the cry of someone, the mark of the wild race began. Everyone who was there cheered, applauding as support.

Two big bikes ran, wanted to get ahead of each other, and one of them was a young girl.

He continued to pull his motor gas, fully while focusing on the streets. Trying to win the race this time, the event that has just been held after a long death.

On the other hand, in a car. Shaka sat quietly, tonight he was forced to overtime and asked his little wife for permission.

There are many jobs that suddenly accumulate, so he can not leave the company just like that.

At first Robby suggested that they sleep in the office, but considering Beby who would not be able to sleep without grasping the Tyrex, Shaka stopped.

He was no longer a bachelor who only thought about himself, he already had a wife. Whatever there is to be a bad good consideration.

Robby looked at the clock on his wrist. Now it was almost half an hour in the morning, and as soon as he looked to the side, there were two motorcycles that looked to be speeding very fast.

His forehead frowned, little knew whose motor it was.

"Master," Robby called Shaka who was resuscitating her on the back of the chair.

"What's up, Rob?" Shaka asked back, without changing his position.

While chasing the two bikes, Robby saw Shaka's reaction. He was very sure, one of the motorcycles belonged to the wife of his master.

"Sir, is Miss Beby in the apartment?" ask Robby carefully.

And the question succeeded in making Shaka sit up straight. His eyes narrowed towards Robby. "What do you mean, Rob? He's been in the apartment since this afternoon."

Hearing that, Robby flipped a little. "Ah sorry, Sir. But I just saw, there's a bike that's similar to Miss Beby's."

Shaka's forehead frowned. "It's impossible, Rob. The name of the motor must be a lot of the same, right?"

"But Miss Beby's motorcycle modifications are different, sir. The man who was driving it was also a woman. Didn't you see it?"

Shaka is flabbergasted, and he immediately grabs his phone. However, it turns out that he forgot that the power of the phone ran out. "Oh my God. Do you know where they were?"

Robby nodded faintly. "Know, Sir. Looks like following this path."

"Then quickly follow this path, I will make sure of him or not!"

"Good, Sir."

Robby added a bit of speed, he was down a highway that he believed was an ongoing wild race track.

The atmosphere of Jakarta is a little quiet at hours like this, making it easy to gas at will.

Back there, Shaka looked worried. What if it's true, Beby? Oh my... His chest felt a little tight now, feeling not so considered as a husband because Beby left without permission, accompanied by worry.

"Beby, Honey. Don't make me worry." Shaka clasped his fingers, until Robby reached a group of young people who were cheering.

Shaka's eyes immediately widened to see two vehicles speeding towards the finish line, without ba bi bu Shaka directly kicking the car door with all his might.

Makes Robby surprised and reflexively holds the chest.

Shaka ran towards there. He is very memorized by his wife's motorbike named Jordy, Kalut feeling enveloped along with Shaka's steps are trying to get to the wife.

The shout boomed, making everyone instantly stop cheering and switch their eyes to the handsome man on the other end.

Citttt!

The sound of the motorcycle tire clashed with the asphalt, not only the spectators were shocked, two people who were in the race were surprised and reflex braked, the girl behind the wheel was flabbergasted.

Shaka paid no heed to everyone's eyes, he immediately ran towards someone he thought was Beby.

"By.." call her soft.

"Remember..."

No, not a girl on the bike who answered. But it was the pretty girl back there who called out to Shaka.

Shaka was stunned, he was so memorized by this voice, but why was it behind his body. Out of curiosity, Shaka turned around and found Beby smiling forcefully, feeling guilty.

"By...."

And Shaka immediately hugged the body of his little girl. The feeling of worry that was ingrained, faded away instantly upon seeing this girl smile.

Not only a whip that Beby got from her husband. But also so much kissing. "Abang worries, By..."

Shaka hugged again, while his lips did not stop kissing Beby's entire face.

Everyone's mouth was gaping, not least the girl who was back there. What turns out is Yosi, the girl borrowed Beby's motorcycle for the race, as Beby decided to watch it instead.

Behind the crowd, there was someone trying to escape. Who else would have done it if it wasn't for Beby to come here, Gattan was sneaking around, but once he wanted to run, his collar was already pulled by Robby.

"Where are you going, young master?" asked Robby with a wry smile.

Gattan let out a sigh complete with a face of sand. "Why is there you too? Let go of me, I want to go back."

"Lied!"

"I swear, takewer-kewer deh, I'm behind this mallem." Gattan raised both fingers to form the letter v.

"All right, what's my cover-up guarantee?" asked Robby to prank this snot boy.

"Let me buy into the bar, we eat watermelon over there. I choose a big one for you, already don't apply me, I don't like to be squeezed, I like to seep let alone sink watermelon." Gattan replied nyeleneh.

Robby can only shake his head when faced with this young master. Than later he was made a headache better he let go.

"That's dong. I'll send you the address. I guarantee you bananas squirt all over." Gattan stepped away while chuckling before being noticed by the older brother.

While Robby watched it all with a slug on his head. "Bas on a crazy boy!"

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