All About You
The De Rio Hondo Circuit

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Dimitri got up while tearing a patch on his head, hoping to eliminate the sense of dizziness immeasurably once he opened his eyes. Even the nausea suddenly broke out, his stomach was stirred and made him immediately run to the bathroom. He threw up really well there.

"Oh, .. gosh! just one day of work I've been like this? especially for years?" he looked at her face that was bouncing in the mirror in the sink. Looks pale with a slightly black circle in the eyes. Then he came out of the bathroom, and he pinched his head, which still felt dizzy.

Dimitri came out of the room, then dropped his body on a quiet living room sofa. Sunday alone at home seems to make him lonely. But even to go, he felt lazy. Rania's departure to fulfill her real task made her feel uninspired. Everything was boring to him.

He checked his phone, and some messages came in a few hours ago.

"Which race tomorrow I start in fifth position. Pray for me!" a message followed emot love from Rania's number slightly treated her longing.

The man stared at the sign when the message came in, around 1pm Jakarta time. That means Rania sent him about ten hours ago, at 3pm Argentina time.

He glanced at the hour mark on his phone screen, and it was nine in the morning, which means 11pm in Argentina there. And Rania was sleeping in that late state.

Is he sleeping like a dead man?

Dimitri exhaled slowly, it felt like he wanted to catch up to Argentina there. But that is not possible at this time.

Ah, ... I was too much, he just went to the race. Tomorrow also home.

But why do I miss him so much? he rubbed his face, frustrated.

Her phone rang, and it was seen Clarra's contact trying to get in touch with her.

"Yes?"

"Don't forget, there will be a meeting with the emir from Qatar later this evening" Clarra said.

"It's Sunday, Cla. I should have taken the day off." Dimitri replied in annoyance.

"A successor to Nikolai Group does not recognize holidays, sir. Especially on Sunday. Because work always piles up every day. And didn't I tell you about this meeting with the Qatari yesterday?"

"Yes, but I'm not feeling well, Cla. Can't someone else replace it? oh, andra, for example?"

"No way, Dim. The Emir of Qatar has to meet you, just like he met Om Satria."

"Hhh ..." Dimitri mendes*slowly.

"Take your medicine and vitamins, Dim. Then sleep. So that when you wake up later in the afternoon, your body has recovered."

"Hm ...

"Do I need to go there to take care of you, sir?"

"What is the task of the secretary to that extent?"

"normally. But in Nikolai Group I don't."

"Yes, don't. There could be slander if you do that."

"certain. Who else wants to come there? what nurse am I?" Clarra laughs.

"Ish, .. Are you this?"

"Hurry, hurry there!! take your medicine and rest! I'll have it later in the afternoon when I call you recovered. Nikolai Group leaders can't be sick, they can mess up your family's company."

"Am I really a robot?"

"I'll assume yes."

"It's so cruel for you!"

"Indeed, that's why Satria kept me."

"So whose boss is here exactly?"

"You."

"Then why did you manage me?"

"It's my job like that sir."

"So what's the point of me as a leader?"

"Highest power."

"Then why are you ...

"Be quiet! quickly take the medicine and rest, don't fuss!!" Clarra immediately closed the phone without further ado.

"Yes!!! you cruel girl!!" Dimitri growling.

But nausea again disturbed him, and Dimitri rose when his stomach again felt pushed from the inside.

"Oh, jeez!!" he almost vomited on his way to the bathroom.

"Zai!! finish your race, and hurry home!! I need you!" the man screamed in the bathroom.

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"So, what happened?" Angga approached his daughter who had undergone a warm-up session with all the drivers who participated that day.

Rania started fifth after qualifying yesterday afternoon. A position that is quite profitable for him, because he does not have to work too hard to pursue. Just stay in that position until he can see the opportunity and take the right time to catch up with the riders in front.

"No, they are still calm" replied Rania.

"Steep, we need to be careful. We don't know what else they're planning." said Angga.

"Hmm .." the woman nodded her head.

"Be careful too" said Angga again, as usual sticking his forehead with the head of his daughter who had been wearing a helmet. And it became the moment most often caught on camera journalists. Make it as one of the world headlines every time the race takes place.

The voice of the host had echoed through the loudspeakers. Marking the real race is about to start.

About 30 riders from several countries were preparing for the session that day. Some people pray for a moment, some calm themselves from nervousness, or who just keep silent to observe the situation.

Rania prepares, she rubs her motorcycle tank, a ritual she used to do before the race. Then unconsciously both his hands touched his own stomach.

"well yeah? we race, strengthen mama" he told himself.

Then each machine is turned on. All paddocks are removed from the rear wheels, and all escorts move away from the track. They will start the race in hot water. Not only because of the midday weather of Argentina is quite stinging, but also because the competition is getting heated as well.

Flags were raised and all riders darted ahead of each other. The super motors accelerate from 0km to 100km per hour in no more than five seconds. Like a bullet from a super rifle that shot towards the target.

Just on the fifth track, one rider behind collapsed, blocking several riders after which also fell. Showing chaos on the circuit which is famous for its awesomeness for world racers. Especially the new racer.

But it is also a proving ground for anyone to try out their ability to control both cars and motorcycles.

"Quiet Ran!" Angga spoke, when he saw his daughter looking back where the chaos unfolded and several riders fell.

"Focus me!" said Angga again.

Then Rania returned her attention to the circuit ahead. Where the four rivals seem to unite to form a fortress.

"They're starting to act pa!" the woman screamed.

"Calm yourself!"

"Yes papa?"

"Follow their grooves. There'll be someone off guard, and open a gap."

"Yes, papa."

Eight laps, nine laps, ten laps. Everything Rania lived quietly, just like the instructions of the father. This time he intended to obey, considering there was another life he carried in his womb.

Up to fifteen laps out of a total of twenty-five laps, a small gap slowly opened in front of him.

When two riders are seen stretching, and creating their distance at the airport.

"Father!" Rania screaming.

"Can you come in?"

"I tried."

The woman added speed, then she easily entered the gap between her two rivals who looked careless. He went inside again until he was in front of them. Position three is his.

"Yes!!! good Ran! defend it!" Angga shouted in excitement.

That situation is safe. It felt easy and without a fight like always. But then Rania was stunned when her rear tire felt hit something.

"Father!"

"Too close, Ran! go a little!" Angga.

Rania tried to keep an eye on the two bikes in front of him that were only a few inches away.

"Can't! they're too close!"

And the rear tires again collide.

"It seems they were intentional!" rania said when she felt an awkwardness. And he quickly realized it.

The two bikes at the back are getting closer to him, while the two in front do not increase the speed to dodge.

"Damn! they set me up, pa!"

"You can get in easily."

"Father!" Rania shouted back when the impact happened again.

"Can't you get out?"

"No. They're too tight."

Angga.

"Father! I should what?"

"Six laps again, Ran. Can you hold on?"

"don't know. Want to go forward I'm hard, backwards also can't. But they keep cornering me, pa.!"

"Oh, .. Why are they?" the man removed his headphone then looked at the monitor screen.

Seen from a different side, Rania does look middle in the corner by four other racers.

"Galm!!" Angga screaming.

"Yes Om?" the young man immediately approached.

"Where are the others?"

"There's." Everyone looked alert behind him.

"That can record this, record to the end." Angga pointed at several monitors that showed the race clearly from different sides.

"You guys, get ready. Who knows Rania needs help at the pitstop" he said, to the other crew.

"And you .." he told Galang. "Prepare for the worst."

"I mean om?"

The man returned to the monitor screen which displayed a tense atmosphere on the track. One on the front, and one on the back of his daughter's bike.

"Rania .. I hope it's not like our bad thoughts."

Galang's face paled.

"They did something?" the young man asked. As he knows, there have been some incidents lately that seem to threaten his best friend on the track.

"not sure. That's why we record for evidence, who knows we will need it later." Angga replied.

"Father!" rania's voice screamed again.

"Three more laps, can you hold on to the finish?" the man looked at his watch.

"No champions?"

"It's okay to stay in third place as much as you can."

"okay."

Rania stabilizes the Ducati's speed. Trying to survive in the crush of four rivals at once.

"Damn, ugh!!" Rania swearing.

"Hold Ran!"

"I try, they keep nailing me!" the woman screamed back.

Two laps remained, and things only warmed up in the leading sequence. Four riders did not want to give up, while Rania also seemed unwilling to give up. When they arrived on the last lap, and Rania saw a gap, the woman slipped between her two rivals in front.

There was only half way left to reach the finish line, and Rania had felt safe. He just needs to finish the race today, and everything can be achieved.

But suddenly, the motor was dazed when a collision occurred. One of the riders he left behind could follow. And without calculation he banged the motor he controlled on Rania's mount.

"He's crazy!!" the woman screamed loudly while trying to dodge. And he tried to focus his gaze on the finish line which was about a hundred meters away again.

Rania added the final speed when the finish line was clearly visible. But what he did then became a disaster when his Ducati back in the dens.

In a high speed and state of shock, Rania pressed two brakes at once. This causes the motor to stop suddenly.

The roar of the engine was deafening, and everyone was made to breathe as Ducati Rania's mount instead of stopping, but rolled to the left side. Dragging Rania whose feet are below him, up to tens of meters, then stopped in a sandy area.

"Rania!!" the people at the pitstop were of course screaming, and Angga became the first to run up to Rania after the rider behind his daughter crossed the finish line.

He was about to reach the woman when suddenly the red Ducati Panigale Rania's mount exploded violently.

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