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BALL FLOATING

Topo, is a village chief's son in a neighboring town. He lives in Tulungagung with his mother. Besides being more crowded, the education aspect is also one step ahead of the city of origin. One more year he became one of the disciples in Catholic Junior High, now beginning his 2nd year.

Boys who can be said to be quite handsome always appear as it is. Hair that is only in the back by the fingers. His activities are dense school activities, making him always sweaty and often wet his head.

After participating in sports activities, he remembered the girl who had been in his dreams for a few weeks. The uniform color is striking, does not cover her beauty. The girl always stood out, not just the color difference. Confident and mature, as if attached to his body.

From the beginning Topo saw Ami at a student orientation event, he had fallen on the girl's charm. Smooth face, ivory white skin, round and sharp eyes, long hair a little curl in concise by a piece of red cloth, make any man not blink to see it.

The figure crossed the area of the field, far away on the side of the sebrang. But when you see children who are enthusiastic about playing football, you also feel a hunch that cannot be explained. He ran across the field, disregarding the curious gazes around him.

"AMIIY, AWAAAS!" He shouted loudly as the ball made of rattan was drifting towards Ami. He had not reached half the field when he saw the incident. But too late, the ball flew to graze Ami's head quickly.

A DUG!

"LUCK!"

"HEW! YOU CAN'T PLAY BALL! KICK IN THE OPPONENT'S GOAL, NOT TO ANYONE ELSE!" Shouted ami at the players, annoyed. His head felt sore and throbbing, pain indeed. But he continued his steps as if he did not care.

Topo who arrived beside Ami, aligned his steps while trying to regulate his breathing. They don't care about one of the players apologizing while picking up the ball.

"Mi, your head.., you don't papa..?" Topo asked as he held his slightly hunting breath. Amipun immediately touched the part that was dragged by the ball.

"It hurts, but no papa..." He said while fumbling. He felt sticky on his finger and slightly smelled a rancid smell along with a sense of droplets down the cheek to the chin. He lowered and saw his bloody hand.

"BLOOD..." His heart seems to stop. Bad memories flashed in his head. His consciousness began to blur and his legs felt limp. With a swift Topo support Ami's limp body so as not to fall.

"MY!"

Samar Ami heard Topo's scream before his eyes closed. Topo who was shocked suddenly held up (a cradle ala bridal stye) Ami's tiny body that was unconscious towards the closest church.

Topo put Ami to sleep in the back of the church. One hand supported the back of the head, the other hand pressed against the wound on Ami's head trying to stop the bleeding.

"Yul! Grab a P3K box in the teacher's room! Hurry along!" Topo shouted when he saw the theme running after them into the church area.

"Adi's been there! Wait a minute, how's the wound? It seemed like she was okay, but fainted?" Ask Yuli. There were several other children who tried to enter but were blocked by his hand. "You don't come in, make a game... Later in Angurin Romo! Disperse, don't play anymore. Rest." Yuli said to her friend.

"He was shocked when he saw his blood, immediately pale in face. E.. you faint! Shock me!" Topo said as he examined Ami's wounds.

There were blisters and bleeding on Ami's head. Topo looked up when he heard the faint sound of rapid footsteps of several people approaching. Seen his teacher with Adi who brought P3K box into the church.

"WHAT IS THIS?!"

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Hi readers😊 how are you today? Author love deed as usual, maybe someone asked...

In the past, school space was still limited in some cities. There is still no health room, BP and so on. Only a study room, a teacher's room, and a field.

The average soccer ball still uses rattan material, such as sepak takraw ya😅. If it hits the skin, it will hurt or even hurt.

If not wrong, carrying the Indonesian language gendong ala bridal style ya😂.

P3K boxes used to be flat in shape like that, usually from wood. But the word 'Ami', which is in the school is P3K relics of the Portuguese who brought in the teachings of nasrani to the city😊. I'm looking, it turns out that there are selling😂.

Keep your health and do not forget to be happy ya😘