FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Angrier

Arriving at a fairly large ball field, where I was heading this time, I led Zain down from the car, Zain obediently followed me from behind.

“Kakak, what do you want to do here all??” tanyanya, I felt her hands wriggle.

“Eits, you can not refuse, here, standing here,“ I set the Zain motion, to stand upright, facing me, exactly the same as the tutorial I had demonstrated.

“Come Zain, you have to be enthusiastic, you have to do a lot of light exercise, so that your joints are trained again, and again can be used to kick the ball“ explained I am enthusiastic.

“Hah?? so you're sure I'm here, just because you want to teach me to practice sports??” asked Zain, with his face filled with wonder.

“It is, you think I can make you come here to shop what“ I mendelik, then arrange my position.

“You ready Zain?? follow my movements ya“ I started to rack my waist.

“No, I don't want to practice,“ suddenly Zain yells.

“Lah?? how not to?? why?” many confused.

“I don't want to be a footballer anymore“ joked Zain.

“Loh? wh why?? Isn't being a footballer your dream??” my question is frowning.

“That was, now, since my foot was deformed, I don't want to be a footballer anymore“ Zain's voice sounded vibrating.

“Yeah, how can you easily give up anyway?? don't be desperate dong Zain, you have to keep the spirit!!!“ I rounded my hand and brandished it, a sign of encouragement for Zain.

“Sister, I don't want“ Zain sitting himself on the ground.

“Ish, teenagers are so unstable?? I didn't have that feeling very much?? “ Mumamku in heart.

“Ya continue now how do you want Zain?? when do you want to save your dreams until here??” I'm still trying to seduce him.

“I don't want Brother, don't want, don't want a point. I don't want to practice anymore“ Zain left then half ran away from me.

“Zain, wait dong, why are you angry anyway?? you leave me again, Zain!!” I shouted her name many times, but the girl still ran unclear,

“He didn't want to exercise, but it was running around, you little boy“ I mumbled indistinctly, annoyed with Zain's attitude.

“Hah?? Where is zain?? cepet very runnya, not he legs still hurt huh?? huh ... huh .. huh ... “ I dyed looking for Zain, while wiping the sweat, because I lost track of him.

“Hhiihhii, Zain can ask for her phone number no??” there was a giggling sound from behind a shady tree, which contained a chair.

I spread my gaze, then approached the direction of the voice, Zain was sitting in a chair with two women on the flank.

“Ck, boy, how dare he leave me, and even preoccupied with these two ABGs!!!” I clenched my teeth, a sign of being annoyed by Zain's attitude.

“Zain!!” my jolt, while folding hands on the chest.

“Hah? Ka brother, hee” Zain scratching.

“Hay Sister,“ greet the two girls who are flanking Zain.

“Hmh,“ turns out the two ABGs flanking Zain are Cindy and Alice, two women who love Zain. It sucks!.

“Kakak, here too??? My sister again asked for Zain's phone number, but not in love“ Alice pursed her lips, beautiful girl with a fitting sports clothes. Looks so cute and sexy, while I?? oh may got. I lyric myself, Comprang sports pants, comprang sports shirts, and hijabs that are full of sweat, and the body already smells a bit sepet, because from the morning do sports, without bathing. Iiieewww ...

“You guys, why is it here ??” I asked finally

“We...”.

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