Falling in Love With Bad Boy
Chapter 7 Sketchy's

Puink Skateparks

Claps and screams of admiration in the park, a young children's skateboard training ground. One young man, Zorra, was watching another young man training. The young man's eyes looked observant, and although the rest of the members looked amazed at the play of one of the young men, it was not for Zorra. As soon as the skateboarding boy was done, Zorra immediately walked over, approaching the young man.

"Prok. prok.. prok.. But you're still sketchy. When you grind, it almost falls right over the rail or ledge, but the landing you do is perfect. You have to make tricks, so it can be on lock next time. Gratitude can reach the Landing Bolts." although the game young boy named Eric, still far from okay, but it looks Zorra does not want to weaken the spirit of the young man.

Despite the evaluation of the last game that Eric did, Zorra still gives praise, and also the spirit and advice for Eric to continue training. Such a carrier, which makes the name Zorra among the skateboarder community famous. Having a good looking appearance and face, as well as good speech, and not demeaning the interlocutor, becomes the superiority of the young man.

"Tuh Er. same with me, When I was Kickflip, it was also still sketchy. We do have to practice more." Eric's friend commented, the two young people continue to talk, and give each other input for the perfection of their game. Suddenly...

"Prakk.. swing.." suddenly without Eric and his friend realizing, Zorra was already on top of his board, and the man easily did Kickflip. Even without a swipe, Zorra easily lifted and carried the flying skate on his two legs over the iron rails above.

"Wowww... really landing bolts.., excellent.." a loud applause blared inside the skatepark, as it was smooth and excellent, Zorra glided and brought her skateboard back to where it had been.

The young man seemed to play following the flow, and passion. There was no pressure, as Zorra played and glided over the skateboarding arena. Looking at the admiration of the young people who were in that place, they applauded, giving appreciation to Zorra. Without a look of pride, Zorra slid back and headed to where she was first.

"We hope yukk. I still have to finish many tasks in the apartment. Or you guys continue your own practice, tomorrow afternoon we can connect it again." after seeing the watch on the wrist, Zorra finally say goodbye.

"Okay Zorra.. take care." The two young men clapped their palms into Zorra's hands.

After saying goodbye, Zorra again dropped the skateboard on the floor, and not long after, the man immediately slid out the skatepark. Being a skateboarder, Zorra rarely uses transportation to go anywhere, especially for travel distances under two kilometers. The young man was already trained in skateboarding, and without hesitation and embarrassment, passed through the streets.

While skating along the road, Zorra stared up. The sun was almost drowned, but the atmosphere was still bright, because some street lights had started to turn on. In solitude, Zorra does not hesitate to slide using his skateboard, itself splitting the capital city's street crowds.

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As planned, Tantri and Harry, as well as the six motorbikes driving with him, conducted a convoy of Jakarta Bandung. Not knowing how Harry asked for permission and negotiations, with the arrogance of the group who took them across the highway, using a Ducati motorcycle. The cynical look of the motorists aimed at them, was ignored by the boys of the motor club.

"Harry. We're going out through the toll gate where.." from behind, Antok and Devan yell at Harry. The current position they are still out of the Cikampek toll gate.

Tantri who does not know clearly, how and what the activities of the motorcycle club he participated in, just silence, and learn it. From what he saw on a daily basis, Tantri was still able to understand their activities, and did not protest against what his friends were doing.

"Okay.we speed up Harr's vehicle... In the back, the kids want to coffee first. We just need to decide to coffee in the rest area, or wait out the toll gate Pasteur first." Antok immediately responded.

"Tell the other members, we stop at the rest area closest to the city of Bandung, precisely KM 72 A on the Cipularang Toll Road. Remember, do not try to stay away and escape from the entourage. We don't know how powerful the biker gang is going to be. Before we do violence, we'll try to speak well with them." Harry gave a warning.

"Yess.noted.." Antok immediately reduced the speed of the motor he was driving. Through the microphone under the helmet, Antok relayed Harry's message to the other members.

Not long after, the seven motors went hand in hand, and when the entrance to the rest area was already visible in front of them, one by one the motors entered the rest area. Not many people were able to own a Ducati, drawing attention from the people in the rest area, as Harry and the entourage went inside. The gazes of admiration, also the cynical gazes of the people seemed to scan them. But Harry and his friends seemed to ignore the view. Nonchalantly, the eight youngsters parked the motorbike, then entered the restaurant.

"You want to order some food for Tantr. Let me order it.." Antok asked Tantri.

"I happen to still be full Antok. if there is a sandwich, and black coffee.." To avoid drowsiness ambush, Tantri ordered one cup of coffee.

"I'm Pop Noodles only Antok, and the same drink that Tantri ordered." Harry followed.

"Okay Boss.." Antok immediately delivered the menu that the motor children ordered.

Seeing Antok take out his wallet from his pants pocket, Tantri stood up. But Harry quickly held the girl's hand, and asked her to sit back.

"Where are you Tantri. Ignore what Antok does. Our daily expenses do not come out of the child's own pocket, even though he paid for them. We have cash, to support our daily needs." not until the girl asked, Harry immediately explained.

"Hemmpphh.. okay." Tantri sat down.

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