Scandal Compound Love
Episode 3

"Rubber, Le. Cape of caves!" Tara said as she threw her body down on the mattress belonging to Austin.

Le stands for the greeting 'Bule', the special call of Bintara for Austin. They're both friendly. A friendship that almost unnoticed when that closeness began.

Bintara, a young man with long hair, was the most influential human being on all sides of Austin's life journey while in the country - until now.

Austin, the frozen type of five-door refrigerator, is now more expressive just as Tara-sama-sama went wrong.

"Cup isn't !" reply Austin accordingly. He chose a sofa to lean on the actual body as tired as Tara.

“Cihh!” decih Tara's.

Eleven o'clock passed by a little tonight.

Tara turned her body into a recumbent. Fold both hands to make the head support. The lamp with the shape of a banana heart above the ceiling became as straight as he looked at it today. "Le, according to you, that chick's gonna baek-baek no, huh?" tanyanya with a sirat a little worried.

Unlike Tara, the sofa arm is used as a cushion to support the head. "What's wrong, Tar?" Austin asked back, pitched with no interest. He began to play a phone that two seconds issued a short ringing sound, a sign of a chat message just entered through his Wangsapp application.

"Gua's afraid that chick's going crazy, Le."

"What the hell, lu!” austin Hardik. “Salah she herself did not stand there. Pan the cave so the urgency," decak kesalya while wriggling the body slightly up, looking for a comfortable position on the sofa.

"Really, Le. Serious cave." Tara raised her body, and found Austin was not so focused on her. "Devil, the Shucks! Bacod cave is groped!" A pillow was thrown at the Bule who was currently starting to show symptoms like a crazy person-chuckles alone with his cell phone. "Yodah bye, cave bath first. Pedut bacod same you!" He got out of bed, grumbling.

"Hm ...." That's how brief Austin is.

"Taek is you!"

"Indeed! Pan you taught me!"

"Gibeng cave, ugly you!" Tara slammed into the bathroom. While Austin is still lulled with a wiggle of his finger on the phone screen.

....

No need to wait until dawn, Tara has come out of the bathroom that is still in the same compartment of the room.

Wet hair with manly aroma felt radiant around, dried Tara with a white towel illustrated with cartoon Woody and his friends-animated characters Toys Story. "The new mound wants to be in the middle of the mallem, karaoke yuk, Le!" Tara invites while sitting down crashing on the sofa that Austin sleeps on.

"Why mepet-mepetin cave, anyway?!" hardik Austin while pulling his body to sit.

"Follow yok yok!" A pair of Tara eyebrows made him go up and down.

"Absolutely! The cave nutmeg is sick, Tar!" push Austin dramatically. The left palm of his hand began to rise doing massaging motion in the forehead with the elbow focused on the thigh. “Lagian said you're tired!”

"Absolutely! Pan uda shower!” Tara said. “Your nutmeg pain must be cured if you have met the girls of the gemoy there! Come on, Leee ...."

"Ayu aja blon ampe kelar cave. And that's your gegara, damn it!" With a single jolt of encouragement, Tara's body slumped to the floor beneath Austin's feet.

"Bang-kee! Cave as muke lu, ambyar!"

"Kalo Pak Lurah knows, his daughter mo lu obrak-abrik, modyar lu, Le!" Tara scrambled the contents of the Austin closet that stood side by side with the sofa they had stopped by, looking for something to wrap her half-length body.

"Where is there!" argue Austin. With a calm step, the bule approached Tara and whispered right in front of her ear, "Lu no amnesia, 'pan?" said grin. "This is mafia. And Mr. Lurah you said it .. just upil.”

Tara buy. "Yes yes ... Mafia market kingpin!"

Gelak Austin blaringly kicking silently. "Yes, that's it! Mo shower cave. Abis tu molor's. The cave power is full tomorrow."

“Yes, sono! Baek-baek lu ngadepin Sigi tomorrow.”

Next day.

At 02.00 pm.

The atmosphere at Sentul Circuit in the eastern part of the city of Bogor was full of people who slowly crowded the balcony of the audience around him. Flags fluttering at each other in each support camp, bearing the names of their respective idol drivers.

Austin Bennedict and Bastian Sigi.

Only two names are widely hailed. Although on the track is clear not only those who compete to race the typical iron horse Motogp.

Bintara is ready with his team on the Austin side of course. The hairdo that was bound haphazardly looked cool showing a million charismas in him.

Even with Austin who is also ready in the starting line position.

For a moment Austin looked at the race opponent next to him - Bastian Sigi. Their expressions were indescribable due to the hindered helmet.

And their focus returned after a grid girl began preparing to fly the code flag starting the pace.

And ....

BREEEEEETTT ....

The sound of a motor lined with gas links excitedly, jarring jerking ears.

Lap by lap, passed by fierce competition.

Until some time later ....

"EEEEEEEEEE ...!!!!!" Tara's screams blaring. With wide, turbo-speed steps, he ran towards Austin who was rolling around in the track area.

The motor wheel driven by Austin appears to be still self-propelled, after slamming far enough due to being hit by a motorbike belonging to other drivers who lost control quite hard.

"Le, get up, Le!" Tara's palm shook Austin's drooped body, unconscious. Tara's worried face wasn't a bitch. The helmet covering Austin's head has been removed from one of the others who act as a mechanic from his team. Look at Austin's fateful face with messy hair covering part of his face.

"Le ... You don't scare the cave, dong?! Don't die yet!"