All About You
Kangen is Heavy, I'm Not Strong

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Amara ran out of her room when she heard the sound of a car engine she had memorized. The black Mercedes-Benz s600 pullman, which he identified as Dimitri's, was parked in front of the two-story house he was staying in.

Dimitri got off after turning off his car engine, with an unflattering appearance this morning. His tie was already loosened, and his shirt was a bit of a mess. Her hair was not as thin as when she left to start the day. He seems to be doing a lot of things, to look messy because of such exhaustion.

For almost a month he was not busy with work. Some meetings with clients for work deal affairs even came back and forth, and ended on Friday that afternoon. He could do nothing but work.

"Sister from the office?" Amara immediately greeted him at the door.

"Hm... " Dimitri pulled Dasi and rolled him in a fist, while walking into the house. Then he dropped his body on the first couch he saw.

"Where are you the same grandmother?" he looked around the quiet.

"I don't know, he said there was an invitation."

"Go to the invitation?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Aren't you coming?"

"No. Shame." Amara laughs.

"Shame." Dimitri repeated his words.

"Will I drink?" offer the girl to him.

"May, eat also if there is. Hungry."

"I want to masakin?"

"May you not bother."

"No."

"okay."

The girl cheerfully sauntered into the kitchen, after giving Dimitri as clear as drinking water. Remove certain types of food from the refrigerator. Then work it out as he can.

"How was your lecture Ra?" Dimitri followed her into the kitchen, then sat down on the dining chair not far from Amara.

"Currently."

"Have you made a new friend?"

"Udah."

"New boyfriend?" Dimitri.

"Nothing is."

"Times?"

"Hu 'um. There's no."

"When no upperclassman has a crush?"

"If that I don't know."

Dimitri laughing.

"What about yourself?"

"What?"

"Now you have a boyfriend?" he put the plate on the table, containing vegetables that have been cooked processed.

"You always ask that when we meet" the man chuckled.

"I'm curious, anyway,"

"Why curious?"

"It's okay, just curious." Ara returned to her work.

So that I can control my inner feelings.

"Aren't you going to try it?" he took a spoonful of chicken in small pieces from inside the pan.

"What are you cooking?" Dimitri got up from his chair, then walked up to the girl.

"Chicken peppers. Papa's recipe I learned at home."

"Papa's recipe?" Dimitri understood the smile.

"Yes," the girl nodded.

"Do you like cooking at home?"

"Still, uh. now don't know, I'm living here. But I guess still, this is also Mommy's favorite cuisine right, sisters too. They don't want someone else's paprika chicken other than papa's, because it tastes different." Amara thrust a spoonful of chicken pieces mixed with colorful peppers into the front of Dimitri's mouth.

"Masa? is that fine with Arfan's cooking?"

"For sure."

"It's so proud of you."

"Indeed."

Dimitri stared at the sweet face of Amara he had known since infancy. Papa's son but independent with everything he can. The results of Arfan's upbringing that made him able to master many things, who are now in college majoring in hospitality and hospitality. Exactly like a business chosen by the father.

"Come, cobain." the girl brought the spoon closer to Dimitri's mouth, then stuffed it as the man opened his mouth slowly.

Dimitri chewed it slowly, and his eyes sparkled instantly as the taste of the girl's cooking was smudged by her tongue.

"Enak" he said, nodding his head.

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"really? this is me improvising. I added other materials that I did not use. The results of my experiments on campus." explained Amara.

"Hmm. You'll be a great chef later." Dimitri told him.

"Times?" Amara with her two blushing cheeks.

"Seriously."

The girl smiled shyly.

"Is it ripe? brother is hungry." Dimitri said later.

"Udah. Want to eat now?" tawar Amara later.

"Well, this stomach has been rumbling from earlier. So come home here, meaning to ask for food." replied Dimitri.

"Every afternoon my sister comes home here, right?"

"Indeed, ask for food" and then they laugh when they start eating. Laughter filled the eating fun in the house.

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Dimitri waited anxiously in front of the television that began airing women's motorcycle competition shows in a European country, adjacent to his grandfather's country. Waiting for the most thrilling moments when the bike and the figure he knows so well are seen driving his vehicle seriously, at the motorsport track Grozny Autrodom Fortress, Chechnya.

"Snack?" Amara offered him around snacks to accompany the man to watch.

"What do you want to drink?" the girl asked again.

"What can I do." Dimitri without looking. Obviously his attention was completely consumed by the race on television.

"All right." Amara returned to the kitchen to pick up two canned drinks from the refrigerator, then returned quickly.

Found the man who was serious about watching the race, and occasionally shouted impatiently.

"It's a women's race?" Amara asked him to talk again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Superbike?" Ask Amara again.

"Hm...

"I remember, this is what you often talk about with mommy."

"Yeah, everyone seems to be talking about this race a lot these days" the man was proud.

"This is what my sister sponsored, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where is the guy? I don't know yet."

"Seriously?" Dimitri looked over for a moment.

"Original."

"This one." the man zoomed in on the television screen, and there appeared a racer with a distinctive suit dominated by red and white. And at once a longing seeped in the chest.

"That's...

"Come on Ran, you can. It should be easier to qualify." murmured Dimitri.

"Qualify?"

"Yes, this is just a verification to determine the position of the race tomorrow."

"So not yet?"

"Yet. But this is also important, because it will determine whether the position will be profitable or not. And this can also add value to be accumulated in the last race."

"Don't you remember the race?"

"Should. It's the sponsor's sister."

"Oh, yes, too."

"Come on Ran, a little more!" he said anxiously as the girl darted on the track.

"Well!!" the man then reacted, and he almost jumped out of his seat as Rania and the other riders crossed the finish line.

Then there was a list on the screen showing the positions of all the riders, and the girl was fifth.

Not too disappointing, but considering that in the last two races Rania in Germany and the Netherlands finished in second place, the girl should have been better.

"What's wrong with you?" Dimitri muttered again.

He thought something happened to his girlfriend. And his memories returned at the last moment they were separated.

She's stunned.

Does that still affect him? when it's been two weeks, it shouldn't be a problem, right? That time he could be affected? his mind, and his eyes were still fixed on the television screen.

It can't be like that, right?

Uh but, what if it is? duh, her mind again, and she thought hard.

Dimitri suddenly felt guilty.

If it's really because of that, ... how is it? his heart murmured again.

Ah, ...

His mind was chaotic and he couldn't help himself. Dimitri then got up and grabbed his car keys.

"Wouldn't you go?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"There's business."

"Aren't you waiting for the same?"

"No, tell me you were here."

"okay."

And the man immediately left in his car.

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"Pretty good Ran." Angga handed over his notes to Galang, who immediately cleared everything with the other crew. The qualifying session at midday was a bit tough. In addition to the track that he is not familiar with also because the weather is very cold. Due to the extreme winter that the Chechen country is experiencing, everyone has to be a little careful about preparation.

"But it's in position five Pah." Rania got off her bike.

"Nothing, his position was enough to let the others off guard. They reduce their vigilance against you. It's strategy."

"Seriously, are you sure that strategy will work?"

"Well, the last two races yesterday we used the old strategy, and it makes them more alert to you. But with this position they will also change their strategy and choose to be aware of other drivers than you. And it's profitable, the spotlight on us will diminish."

Rania nodded her head. The father's ideas were brilliant indeed, and it proved to always work. For example, two German and Dutch races, both of which he won easily after establishing his starting position in the leading position. But it is not impossible that other drivers will start to be aware of it as well if it is still he did.

And the changes that Angga made did have a point as well. This position will make him a little relaxed while waiting for the negligence of his rivals who are increasingly tough days only.

"Alright, we have to hurry back to the hotel" said Angga then who returned wearing his winter coat.

"okay." Rania complied, but before that she looked around the circuit, also towards the spectator bench, just in case she would find a familiar figure suddenly there.

But nil, even in this last race, Dimitri does not seem to be showing up, just like the previous two races. He thought the man would be there to give him support. But no, he didn't even contact her just to encourage her.

Rania grunts violently. It seems like he was beginning to expect the presence of the man? his sudden arrival, and every reaction shown made him feel meaningful. Although the existence of the father and crew and his best friend made him excited, but now he began to feel that there was less without the presence of the stranger.

Oh yeah, . I am crazy like that. Rania chuckled while patting her own head.

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Seriate...

well Lu. 🤣🤣🤣

like the same gift I'm still waiting for gaess.

lope lope se Autrodom 😘😘