All About You
From Zero To Hero

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The clear weather accompanied their steps at the end of the day. The Mandalika beach breeze blew on the excited souls on the track, as well as people who had crowded the spectator bench. Who came from all over the world, to be part of that great event.

The atmosphere had been boisterous since the first time the arena door was opened and spectators had arrived. And the victory atmosphere was already felt even before the race began.

I don't know who will be the winner, but all the euphoria is clearly felt.

Rania is ready, just like the other riders. And the crew make sure everything is safe and ready to be implemented.

"Riding suits?" Angga returned to the inside of the pit stop where Rania was.

"Ready."

"Safety stuff?"

"Ready."

"Shoes, gloves?"

"Udah." Rania pointed at her legs and hands that were complete with all her security.

"okay."

Then a special staff appeared approaching, that they recognized from the identification mark in particular.

"Good day?" he's greeting.

"Yes?"

"Someone wants to see Rania, is it allowed?" the man asked.

"Who? as long as it wasn't too long, Rania had to get ready at the starting line."

Then a troupe appeared, accompanying a foreign man who of course they were very familiar with.

Angga and some of the crew were certainly surprised to receive his arrival. They did not expect to meet this man.

"Valentino Rossi!" Rania muttered, of course she was just as surprised.

The legend of Moto GP came to them specifically and it was a privilege in itself.

"*Congratulatio*ns." the Legend reached out once their distance was close enough. Then speak again in English.

Rania was silent looking at the man's hand to her, and a moment later she greeted him with joy. The figure that used to be, since childhood only he saw on television and became the source of his admiration and inspiration that made him have the same dream that he is now living.

"The race is just about to begin, but we have already tasted your victory" said the legend, with his trademark smile.

Rania could only smile back.

"No need to care about anything, just think about the race" he said again, as his father always told him.

The woman nodded.

"Well, just have fun! it's a pleasure you won't get in another job, right?" the man laughed a little.

Rania just nodded. He was unable to say anything because he was currently amazed. Is this a dream? is this a reality?

"Alright, congratulations on fighting there. Do your best." said the man again encouragingly, who then left afterwards.

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"Well, you know what to do. So .. Papa won't talk much about this." Angga approached him after a warm-up round.

"Run the race safely, don't you make a weird one."

"Weird what?" Rania chuckles.

"Just don't be weird. Remember you're pregnant."

"Udah ten times papa remembers me."

"Let's not forget, you!"

Rania laughed again while wearing her full face helmet. Then Angga make sure the object is installed correctly.

As usual he stuck his head and held the head of the princess for a while. For a moment they felt a state of silence, just a prayer that he said in his heart, and after that, Angga let go. Pat her shoulders slowly, then smile.

The siren sounds, and the flag is immediately raised, a sign of the race about to begin. The engines were turned back on, and all the paddocks were removed from the rear wheels.

The crew got off the track, then the flag flew. A total of 30 riders shot simultaneously over the starting line across the paved track.

They cornered, turned, then darted again when they found a straight trajectory. Race with time and fairly heavy rivals with a total of 27 rounds to be completed.

Rania sped off at full speed, catching up with the few riders in front of her without any significant obstacles. Make it can rise to fourth position in the ninth round.

"Sepi pah." she started talking.

"What?"

"It feels lonely."

"Open?"

"No four people were racing it was lonely." he laughed.

"Geez!"

"Don't feel good?"

"You're crazy. Concentrate!"

Rania just laughed.

The three riders in front steadfastly defended their position. They were just as excited as Rania. Want to get the title after a few seasons of racing the arena in the dominance of four previous world champions.

No one will budge in the slightest, because the victory this time the price died. So not also with Rania, who continues to try to find a gap in order to be able to seize the position.

But the rider in front of him was quite alert, making him always aware of the woman's movements even though it was as smooth as possible.

"Stable Ran!" Angga stared at the monitor where two cameras on the front and back of his daughter's motorbike were attached to look vibrating.

The woman looked impatient until she almost hit her rival in front.

The race at the end of the season is even tougher. All riders try to do the best they can, so will not give up easily. Everyone is trying to maintain their position seriously.

Twenty rounds had already taken place, and the tension was getting more and more pronounced. Competition does not seem to be slacking off, but instead becomes increasingly tight. The four leading riders are becoming more and more closely aligned, and all share the same goal of usurping the rival position in front of them.

Rania's motorbike rolled to the left when the tip of the footing slightly rubbed against the number three driver. Makes it slightly widened and left behind. But the woman soon returned to her post with little effort.

"How many laps?"

"Six."

"Damn!"

Carefulness makes Rania feel slow. He could not maximize his speed as usual. And that makes it difficult to catch up with the three riders up front.

"Hold Ran, fourth position is also good" said Angga.

"Papa ngece."

"What?"

"Don't believe I can follow them?"

"No need to."

"Why?"

"Empat juga cukup bagus. Yang penting kita selesaikan balapannya."

"Hmm ... is it good to just race but not be a champion?"

"You're already a champion, so ...

"How many laps?"

"Five."

Rania increased her speed.

"Ran?"

"Well, did you say you want to end the season sweetly?"

"Indeed."

"So let me end it sweetly!"

"Not to be too ...

The woman desperately pushed harder her iron horse to catch up with the two riders in front at once. Make it able to seize position two in the next second.

"Mania!" Angga shouted, as did the crew behind him. Dimitri even jumped when he saw his wife continues to dart chasing his rival.

"See? I can!" Rania shouted back.

"Be careful Ran!" Angga growled a little for it.

"Two is okay, too, it's good. Just hang!" said again.

"No way, I'm this close." he's preparing again to catch up.

"Don't be desperate!"

But Rania was not listening. And for the next rounds he kept looking for gaps. Until finally there was only one round left.

"Lap Ran last." Angga.

"I know."

"Enough, your position is safe."

"Papa sure?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, I don't."

"What?"

"Because they're still behind me."

"Don't be crazy!"

"Am I not crazy?" he sounds laughing.

"Roman!"

"My kids would be proud if I told you later, if I brought them a race while still in the womb."

"Yes but ...

"Just believe!" he said it seriously.

Angga.

"Papa must believe me."

The man flinched.

"Father!"

"Yes Ran?"

"Papa must believe me." the princess shouted.

"All right!" Anga with a frustrated tone. Only this time he did not want his daughter to become the first champion, just because he remembered the existence of his twin granddaughter in the womb of the woman.

But Rania is not an easy person to stop, right? a little trust means so much to him. And that became his greatest strength.

"Alright Rania, do it if you can" he said, now without a doubt. Trusting everything to the princess who was fighting on the track.

So soon, Rania seemed to get additional energy. He immediately turned the rest of the force on his Ducati Panigale, spending it to nothing. Overtaking the number one racer slowly, then speeding after. Leaving them behind at that final round without anyone being able to catch up to him again.

He darted like the power of light, with the fastest bike in his world crossing the finish line. The track controller seemed almost unable to see it other than through the camera attached to the end line. For the umpteenth time, she became the world champion.

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