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Rahmat shouted, "RUN!!!"
He tried to start his motorcycle as a group of motorbike gang members roared down the street toward him.
He turned the key, kicked the starter—nothing.
"Damn this stupid junk! I JUST fixed you yesterday!" he cursed, panic rising.
Everyone else had already escaped.
Only Rahmat was left, standing there like a deer in headlights while the gang stopped right in front of him.
The leader stepped off his bike, tall, intimidating, still wearing his full-face helmet.
Rahmat backed up one step.
"Great… this again," he muttered under his breath.
Before the gang leader could say a word—
SKRRRT!
Another motorcycle screeched to a stop right beside Rahmat.
The rider pulled off their helmet fast.
And it was her.
Kirana.
Breathless. Hair messy from the wind. Eyes blazing like she'd sprinted across the city.
"Get on!" she yelled, voice sharp with panic.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE LOOKING PRETTY IF YOU WANNA DIE HERE!"
Rahmat stared. "Wait—Kirana?!"
Kirana grabbed his wrist. "Get on, idiot! Or you wanna be their punching bag?!"
Rahmat jumped onto the back seat, and the moment he did, Kirana twisted the throttle.
They shot forward, leaving the gang cursing and starting their chase.
Wind slapped Rahmat's face as they sped through the night.
He held onto the back of Kirana's jacket—hands shaking not only from fear, but because he'd never been this close to her before.
"You trying to get yourself killed?!" Kirana shouted without looking back.
"If it wasn't YOU, I wouldn't have bothered saving your ass!"
Rahmat swallowed. "Thanks… but—how did you even find me?"
Kirana was quiet for a beat, then said softly,
"I was looking for you. I knew you always take this alley… I was worried."
Rahmat blinked. "Why would you—"
"Hold tight, stupid!!!"
Kirana suddenly braked and twisted into a narrow side path, perfectly cutting off their pursuers.
Rahmat's hands instinctively wrapped around her waist.
Kirana stiffened for a moment—but didn't push him away.
After a few turns, the sound of the gang faded completely.
Kirana finally slowed down and stopped near a small, dimly lit park.
She took a deep breath, hands trembling slightly.
Rahmat stepped off the bike.
"Holy crap… you were amazing back there."
Kirana brushed her hair out of her face, still catching her breath.
"I thought they were gonna catch you… I nearly had a heart attack."
Rahmat smirked. "So you were worried about me."
Kirana glared. "Ugh, you're so full of yourself."
But the soft blush on her cheeks betrayed her completely.
Rahmat laughed. "Seriously… thank you. If you didn't show up, I'd be toast."
Kirana took a small step closer.
Not threatening—more like relief pulling her forward.
"You…" she started, her voice quieter now,
"…why do you always make me panic?"
Rahmat froze, heart pounding.
Kirana lowered her gaze.
"I waited for you to text me back yesterday… You disappeared. I thought something happened."
Rahmat stared at her. "I didn't message you because I thought you didn't care."
"Rahmat," Kirana lifted her head, eyes meeting his,
"if I didn't care, I wouldn't have chased after you like that."
A warm breeze drifted past them.
Rahmat stepped closer—just one step—and suddenly they were inches apart.
He could hear her heartbeat.
She could hear his.
Kirana whispered,
"Don't scare me like that again… okay?"
Rahmat replied quietly,
"If you stay by my side… I promise I'll be fine."
Kirana gave a small, shy smile—one she rarely showed anyone.
"You're such a pain… but somehow you make me feel safe too."
And in that moment, with the night silent around them,
Rahmat realized something:
He wasn't just saved.
He was falling in love.