FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Sports

“Right foot swivel to left, left foot swivel to right, eh wrong-wrong, stretch hand, hold the hoe, then rotate, hah ... no-no, turn head to left and right, turn head to right, uh what the hell?? this tutorial ngaco very, who injured the foot why are you told to muter the head??”.

I scrunched my forehead, when looking at various kinds of tutorials, for healing injured feet due to exercise.

Yup, even though I don't like Zain, being a footballer, but I still hope, Zain can still use his feet to kick the ball, as much as possible I will help Zain to realize his dream. Ah ... I'm a good wife, hheee.

“Try once again, try this tutorial, PLAY“ I keep trying all the tutorials I see, and demonstrate it.

“One, two, one, two, huh huh huh huh..” I wipe my sweat that has spread on the temple, it feels really tiring, from dawn, I've tried a lot of movements, I've tried a lot, but on average, all the tutorials I tried, were too heavy for Zain, who was still in the healing stage.

“In the meantime, an injured leg if told that nimble movement, would have even added injury“.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

There was a knock on the door, though,

“Kakaaaakkkk!!!!”

“Astagfirullah, make a shock aja sih“ must be the boy.

Krrriyett ...

The door opened, really.

“What?” ask me to ketus, feel my activities disturbed.

“What more brother??” Zain poked his head, scratching.

“Again, what do you want??” ask me again, give up.

“I ..” Zain's words hang.

“Also if long, later, I'll be responsible, beware, do not digalangin door“ I close my room door again.

“Ish, sister!!” zain sounded grumbling.

“One, two, one, two, hands on the waist, then rotate, one two, one two, huh huh“ I resume my activities, try the next tutorial.

For how long, I was tired of my sports activities in the room, thirsty, I walked into the kitchen, I saw Zain pouting, sitting in the dining chair.

“Zain, what are you again??” my many.

The one asked did not answer, instead turning his body behind me.

“Ish, Zain, are you angry??” ask me while draping my hands on my chest.

But Zain, still behind me.

“Walk???” he asked enthusiastically, while turning his body.

“Iya,“ I replied nodding,

“I want a brother, just I get ready first“ as fast as Zain lightning bolts towards his room, and into it, go,

“Ish, tu son, already late in quarantine, horrified the words of the streets immediately spirit“ I shook my head, then headed for the refrigerator took a cold drink, then drank it.

Shortly thereafter ...

“Kak, come“ invite Zain.

I twisted the body, then noticed Zain's appearance from top to bottom.

Knee-length shorts made from black jeans, white sports shirts, white hats, and white cats shoes. Zain smiled cutely at me drowning his narrowed eyes.

‘can you not smile?? let not be so cute gituh‘ my heart thrashed

“Come Kak“ Zain pulls my hand, instantly I blink my eyes.

“Eeehhhh .. briefly you wrong costume!” myrag.

“Hah??? wrong costume, brother?? what's wrong???” the question is confused, not forgetting while scratching, paying attention to his appearance again.

“That's like makeup going to emol, we don't want to emol or anything like“ hardikku.

“Then where are we going, brother??” ask again, while frowning, but not while scratching.

“We want to go to the ball field“ I replied as it passed.

“Hah?? what are you going to do there?? it's eleven o'clock in the afternoon, hot Kak“ Zain whining.

“You coming or not??” ask me while glancing,

“I Yes Brother, I want to follow“ Zain down.

“Good, smart boy, there change clothes again“ I pointed at Zain, directing him to enter his room again.

“Ish, I'm not a smart kid!!! I'm Brother's husband!” Zain shouted as he passed.

“Cih, girl, habits are very happy-tempered“ I glared as I passed, heading to the room, to change clothes, with sports clothes.

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