BIAS & ZEE ROMANCE

THE MATCH THAT DAY

Friday morning that day, two human beings looked cool with jeans combined with navy t-shirts matching. Five days have been Bias in Jogya, those who during the day continued to be helped Johan looking for a contract but there was no match, now the two decided to refreshing spend time together on Friday.

Since Zee did not have a lecture schedule that day, Bias since yesterday kept looking for places to visit and fun. Bias eventually found an event that matched his second interest and hobby, basketball.

Kridosono Stadium on Yos Sudarso street is a Bias option. Through several sources, it is known at the Kridosono Stadium on Friday that there will be a basketball friendly match between the two leading schools in Jogya. Bias doesn't waste that opportunity. He was already very long with the sport that had brought him and Zee closer in the past. Although not able to be intimate activities with orange balls, at least seeing the orange being a scramble has spurred adrenaline bias.

"Are you ready, Yang?" tanya Bias saw that Zee had just closed the door of the homestay they occupied. Zee nodded.

"Surely nothing is left?" Zee kept silent.

"No, like, I'm leaving! 9 O'clock has the game started?" asked Zee, Bias nodded. The two marched to the parking lot on the side of the homestay building and before long their bodies had disappeared into the stadium.

They went straight inside and took their place on the second step. Seen on the field all the players are gathered doing do'a together before the event starts. Not long after the match began. Bias and Zee seriously followed the course of the game, seeing the movement of every player who was so agile trying to grab the ball, defend, and make shots.

"Ah, a little more.Go spirit Go!" zee shouted spontaneously with a sparkling face. Bias occasionally glanced at Zee, he was so happy to see Zee so excited, there was no tired radiance on Zee's face even though Bias knew all night Zee spent time summarizing the task material given. Instantly Bias grasped Zee's fingers.

"Go's! Gos! Go!" Bias is now shouting excitedly. Zee looked over quickly. Instead Zee was so happy to see the happy look of Bias. For a moment he remembered the incident 4 years ago. Zee at that time also sat next to Bias. Bias that day eagerly continued to discuss the race, giving tricks to him in order to win the women's championship game at that time.

Zee feels now Bias fingers comfortably grasping her fingers, something that has never existed in the past story. There used to be only one-handed clapping love stories that stifled and now both are in love. A circle instantly dripped, there was a novelty he felt. Not expecting all the dreams and hope the past becomes real. He and Bias have been united, not just lovers but households. The firm agreement has been made with him. Zee is still staring at the face that is now getting more handsome, according to him, the face of her husband, hers. Now Zee clutches a firm arm next to him, assuring him that everything is real. It belongs to this man and instead Bias is his. Zee drowned her face into Bias's arm, inhaling the scent of the man who used to be her idol.

Bias felt Zee's hand hold on her arm, she felt astonished. He turned his head and saw his middle wife so comfortable kissing his arm. Bias smiled, she rubbed Zee's head.

"What's wrong with you, Hem?" ask Bias. Zee.

"I convinced myself that everything was real!"

"You mean?" Bias is getting confused.

"You have me! This love no longer claps one hand!" lirih Zee. Bias smile.

"Why are you suddenly talking about this?"

"I can't tell you, I briefly remember past events, Yang! Inget not during the first women's team game that you once invited me to sit on the top bench and you continue to talk about the game that we saw at that time."

"Hem," decak Bias while nodding. He confirmed that all of this had ever happened.

"You know, Yang! At that heartbeat I felt like I wanted to dislodge sitting on your deck. You are the idol Bias, my idol and the girl idol in school! I'm really groggy on you, but I'm a whim." The honest sentence was thrown away just like that made Bias even more made to smile. He did not expect the impact of his presence on Zee was so great.

"Continue?" Bias still wants to hear the story of Zee's heart at that time, Zee feels for him.

"You're my spirit, Yang! At that time I really wanted to make you proud. I want our team to win. I want you to see me!" said Zee with teary eyes.

"Hey, how come you cry?"

"Don't cry, honey, it's a public place. We don't have to talk about this anymore! The most important thing is that right now I have you, I love you! Bias story that does not think you should we bury. Okay!"

"But I still remember when you said you'd never love a girl like me!"

"The horror! At that time I said that because I was still Nasya! I'm the loyal type! When I walk with a girl, I won't see another girl as pretty as she is!"

"Esame as an ugly girl!" sela Zee's.

"Who's ugly? You are the most beautiful!"

"Buck!"

"Udahan ah discuss this. Or if you still want to talk about this we go down, yuk!" Zee's eyes are rounded.

"We talked at the front cafe" said Bias.

"But the game is not finished yet" Zee said.

"That you realize, from earlier the match is still going on, but you are busy with the shadow of the past, do not see the match as well. Get out, yuk!" Zee shook his head.

"I still want to see this match, Yang!" zee.bias said with a smile. Both of them watched the game seriously afterwards. Bias occasionally brought Zee's fingers to her lips, kissing the fingers. The little things that really make Zee happy. Very happy.

A few moments later the match was over. Zee and Bias stood up and started walking down. Both of them were so cool to walk while throwing jokes at each other noticing that two bodies were approaching towards them.

"City ... Zee!"

Hearing her name called Zee turned her head.

"Ris-yeah? You here?"

"Yes bang Jo took me!"

"Oh____

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