
"Rizqy!" I heard someone calling the cold guy.
Rizqy directed a glance at the source of the sound. A young woman approached him.
"I didn't expect us to meet here" the woman said after confronting the person she called. Rizqy simply fell silent lazily responding. He grabbed Habibah's hand and clasped it very tightly. He intends to pass from before the woman he does not want to see.
"It's a welcome to your ex-wife, Rizqy!" continue the Woman. He realizes Rizqy is reluctant to talk to him.
"I'm busy" said Rizqy lazily.
"Oh yeah? busy with this woman?" said the woman asked. He looked at Habibah from the tip of his foot to the end of his head. That look looked very disdainful adorned with a mocking smile.
"Rizqy, can't you find a girl? where did you find this little girl? I thought after parting ways you'd find a girl more than me. What is this actually? your taste is low too?" The woman continued the words with ridicule.
Rizqy of course was angry, his face looked red. He tried to hold back his anger. Habibah beside her tried to calm her husband. He gently stroked the clenched hand.
Rizqy directed a glance at Habibah's shady face. On the face was a beautiful smile that was able to make Rizqy soften.
"Wowww, what's going on? This man turned out to be so bucin that it quickly changed. Initially it was murky, just getting a smile had become clear. Mrs Rizqy Anggara, are you taras?" said the woman was cynical.
"Whether we go, Mas does not like dealing with crazy women," said Rizqy invites Habibah to pass from the Woman.
"Rizqy, I'm sure only I can keep up with your strength in bed. I see your woman is really bad. What if we prove it, who is superior?" the woman continued screaming. He doesn't care about the people around him. Various words of ridicule appeared heard in his Ears.
Rizqy prefers not to care. He took Habibah away from the woman who had been his wife.
After a few steps. Rizqy has arrived at the Basketball Court.
"Sir Rizqy, Habibah turns out we met here." Keynand, who was also heading to the Basketball Court, met the couple.
Rizqy was of course surprised that Keynand mentioned his wife's name. He saw Habibah nodding his head while smiling kindly.
"You know my wife?" ask Rizqy.
"Yes, he saved my life. If there's no one, I don't know what happened to my son. Maybe he's following his mommy. Raski is my life that's why I owe you a favor" said Keynand sincerely.
Rizqy looked at Habibah's face for a moment and then turned back to her interlocutor.
"It has become God's will. My wife also did so sincerely without strings attached. So Mr. Keynand doesn't have to think about it too much." Rizqy represented his wife in response to the handsome Duda's words.
"Thank you" said Keynand, smiling sincerely.
"Together Mr. Keynand. Are you here to play basketball?" tanya Rizqy switched the chat.
"Yes, let's fight!" Keynand invited the man to a match.
Rizqy glanced at her watch considering the time. Keynand waited with full hope.
"As if we play around for a moment to shed sweat" said Keynand defiantly.
"Will I serve you?" sahut Rizqy finally welcomed the challenge of Keynand.
Some of the youths there joined together to form two Teams. The girls who happened to be exercising then docked to the Basketball court. They suddenly became Cheerleaders.
"I'm a supporter of Papa Indo, let's brush not to lose. Show me that Papa Indo is great for your handsome looks." A girl screamed.
Huuuuuuu
Suddenly a Girl chimed in by shouting ridicule to the Girl.
"Let's Indigenous Papa, you can. Show me you are great too. Show your macho charm and also Cool and mysterious." Shouted the girl excitedly not to lose.
Habibah chose to disappear. She pulled over from the crowd the girls cheering gave support.
It is admitted that both mature men have their own charms. High body straight white. Keynand Son of Ardiaz certainly dominated the good looks of the Youth there. While the charm of Lalu Rizqy Anggara also does not need to be underestimated. He represented the good looks of the Princes of this region. Characteristic polite, unpretentious and intelligent.
As for Team Rizqy, he managed to fight his selfishness. Rizqy prefers someone else to execute. His team understood the signal. Build a solid partnership. Even though they're not a Keynand team. In fact, the capital of cooperation and trust in the ability of one team is able to compensate for the game of his opponent. There comes a time when Rizqy decides to execute himself. One team understands and prepares to arrange the next strategy.
The ball drifts towards the ring. Everyone's netra was fixed towards that orange-colored ball. Waiting anxiously. Whether the ball comes in or turns away from the ring. In wait!
A few seconds after being thrown, the ball skated past the round ring. Logging in!
Rizqy clenched her hand moving slightly invisible as a form of her spirit and gratitude.
Dukes
"Horeeeeeee." There were people screaming in joy as soon as the ball Rizqy threw made it in.
Rizqy and the team shaking hands vented excitement. They seemed very excited to continue the game. Even so with Team Keynand does not want to accept defeat. They are determined to win the game.
"Wowww, successfully. It turns out that Indigenous Papa is good as well."
The girls supporting the Rizqy team. Cheers echoed rebuilding the spirit of the game. With great difficulty, Rizqy's team tried to catch up. In the end also their suspension was a series at the end of the game hours.
Efforts will not betray results if God wills.
The sentence is worth pinning to both Teams who managed to win the game.
"No one wins, anyway? where-where the game must be someone who wins and also loses. This is not very exciting," said a woman who suddenly entered the field. They finished the game with excitement. Some of them do not know each other. They're there to exercise. When there are friends the opponent plays in the end form an impromptu team. At the end of the game they get to know each other. Nothing is the same, their age and profession are different so the atmosphere of the introduction is very colorful. Where there are among those who are listed as Junior High School Students.
"Our mother is just exercising not intending to win the game" said one young man accompanied by the support of others.
"It just can't. For me it means lowering the self-esteem of my future husband. You know who that Bule guy is?" she pointed to Keynand.
"He's Keynand Son of Ardiaz, the number one businessman in the Region. The richest man in the area and also he's the chief director of the Ardiaz Hotel. Cook yes his team can't beat the guy named Lalu Rizqy Anggara. A man who is far below and only works as a State servant. Of course it has nothing compared to a Keynand Son of Ardiaz. I'm Jessi, Candidate Wife of Keynand wants this match to continue. I'll win this match for Keynand. I challenge the Boyfriend of Rizqy Anggara. The veiled woman who stood there," continued the woman pointed towards Habibah who was standing on the edge of the field.
The people who heard about Keynand Son of Ardiaz suddenly became very friendly to the Man. While Rizqy is very relaxed facing all this. He was not abandoned by his team either. They feel they have no interest in the number one Entrepreneur. Whoever he is, it will have no effect on his life. So what is excessive.
Habibah was glued when the index finger was pointed at his face. Of course she doesn't like her Prianya being denigrated. The sweet woman approached the crowd, where she was.
"I accept your challenge. I'll take my Husband's name Then Rizqy Anggara. Please bring the name of the Director of Hotel Ardiaz. Yes, my man is only a country man while your Man is the number one Entrepreneur in the Region. Should I say wow or clap proud and say great. Hem, it doesn't seem necessary. It will not affect our lives. Whys? for we both have a deposit from the Lord and at times will be taken." Habibah said firmly.
Rizqy smiled brightly listening to his wife's words. Keynand, the man increasingly admired the figure of Habibah Rosy. The woman does not like to be underestimated and looks once she will fight back if she feels herself being bullied. A woman must have principles. He knew when to be silent and when to fight back if the new power was revealed.
"We don't need to talk much, let's compete" continued Habibah was ready to build courage.
The match started one on one. The woman named Jessi seems to be mastering the game. But do not underestimate Habibah Rosy who looks smart and agile.
Cheers are back to give spirit to both. Very contrasting, one looks stylish with a tight shirt featuring his curves and shorts that menumbar Pahanya sincerity. The other one was very closed, not a single aurat was visible. Only a calm face is displayed with a loose robe that hides beauty.
"Prince Mr. Keynand's wife candidate is very beautiful and sexy as well. A Director's taste is not canned. You are very lucky to have a Prospective Wife like Jessi," said a supporting man Jessi. She glared at Sexy's body containing it.
"He's not my future wife. The woman just confessed, we're just friends. Jessi is not my dream woman. My dream woman is like Habibah Rosy. Closed and do not like to spread his aura. That is exactly what a Muslim woman is like. Maintain honor, heart and form shame" said Keynand firmly.
The man glanced at Keynand with an astonished look. He is not able to speak. But his brain thought of looking for something interesting in the woman named Habibah Rosy. Didn't find anything interesting in that woman. Of course it made the man shake his head in confusion. It concerns taste then everyone's answer will not be the same, So understand each other, no debate.
Rizqy smiled in response to Keynand's reply. His ears were very active listening to those words. The net is very focused on paying attention to Habibah who is currently jumping to throw the ball.
"Gee," said Rizqy Lirih, as soon as he realized the fraud Jessi had committed. Rizqy immediately ran to the middle of the field. Even so with Keynand who ran to Habibah.
Bugh
The ball fell along with Habibah's body trying to balance itself and in the next second Habibah's body fell as well. Rizqy and Keynand together try to save Habibah who wants to touch the ground.
Bugh
Seriate.