I'm Sure He's My Match

Physics and Sports

Every Friday our school holds a good habit of performing Dhuha prayers for all students, and a short study of the religious teachers.

Students are encouraged to leave early. At that time, when I was late to come to Dhuha prayer "Oh Allah, what time is it?" I asked myself. Around the street there is no one in a high school batik uniform.

"Vi, what time is it? You're late." Brother Dura said.

"Hour 06.55 Sister. It seems like yes, brother. I'm late."

"Why did you wake up in the afternoon?"

"I fell asleep all night and had not had time to do the task. So, when I woke up to do the job, the sleep was at 03.00 and woke up at 05.30, continue to help mama clean up first." I told Brother Dura.

"But just get ready for school, just say the same mom is afraid of bad luck."

"Can't do that, sister, old mom must clean up alone at home."

I gave up the same time. Fear of bad luck is not afraid of punishment, but fear of lagging behind the Dhuha prayer time and study, unfortunately if you miss the Dhuha prayer and study on Friday. The schedule for the Dhuha prayer on Friday is only at that time, before the lesson begins. Because if you have entered class hours it is very difficult to leave the classroom especially to pray except when the teacher is not in. I had resigned and it turned out that the school gate was still open a little, the security guard and picket teacher standing in front of the gate, with a slightly angry face seeing me just coming

"Why did it come?" One of the teachers asked.

"I have to help my mother first, sir, and last night I was late to the task so I woke up late."

"I'm taking a picture soon."

Czechoslovak..

"Have entered there spaciousness, Dhuha prayer, tomorrow do not be bad for no reason!"

"Ready sir." Little doubt.

I entered that gate while grumbling "Ya Allaah my face is in the portrait of the lazy, why should the misfortune of Vi, you slacker." I feel annoyed with myself.

I immediately went to the field to follow the Dhuha prayer with a bag containing thick books and a tote bag containing mukena. I immediately put it on the carpet that the committee has provided. After that, I saw Kiki, Ano and other friends just entering the field, and at that time the special carpet for the Brotherhood (men) was full.

I intend to give my love to Kiki because my place has been provided carpet so it feels enough if only on the pedestal with the carpet alone, but unfortunately I do not dare, so I do not, afraid that someone will see and think something else. Finally, I gave my love to Ano.

"No!" Called him.

"What Vi?"

"Well, would you like to wear it?"

"You?" Ano asked back.

"I have this carpet, so no papa."

"Oh yeah, I'll give it back in class."

"Ready-prepared."

After the Dhuha prayer, our lesson schedule is sports. Me and the rest of my friends changed clothes and rushed to the field. Mr. Gian, he is the most hilarious sports teacher, his body is fat, his head is bald and his beard is quite long, sometimes students call him the father of Peppy, because his face is almost similar to a hilarious artist named Peppy. The rules of Mr. Peppy's lesson, if anyone is late he will be punished. At that time, I was urinating, after changing clothes there was no choice, I went straight to the bathroom, of course alone. Didn't want to ask my friends for fear that they would be punished for being late to the field.

"I went to the bathroom first Na, kebelet nih."

"I'm taking you?"

"No, you will be punished."

"Related Vi?"

"Yes Na is not papa, I understand, just santuy."

"Okay, I'm Vi first, sorry."

"It's not papa Na, hehe."

I went straight to the bathroom. And go straight to the field, run around, and somehow finish doing, out of nowhere, Kiki came with me. Eventually, Kiki and I got the same punishment. The punishment is not heavy but very useful is to be told to recite the holy verse of the Qur'an from the 30th juz. Kiki and I read the letters together. After the punishment was over, Kiki and I went back to the line to warm up.

At that time, the sport was volleyball. Before the test starts, we can practice first. I was confused who should practice the same while Vina with Love. I'll try it alone. My ball was thrown and fell near Kiki, I was confused to pick it up. With a bow I approached Kiki to retrieve the ball. And the ball was taken Kiki first

"Sorry Ki, can I borrow the ball?" I tried to get the ball from Kiki.

"For?" I asked.

"Yes, we're playing together, you're alone, right?"

"Yes." Yeah." With a very embarrassed face.

"Yes, you are there!"

I went to the place that Kiki told me to, actually it was nice to be playing with Kiki, in my heart was stored a sense of happiness that I could not seem.

"Vi, you hold the ball with this part's hand." Kiki taught.

"Oh that, ready hehe."

"I'm sorry Ki, I didn't really play. You're so tired of taking the ball."

"No papa Vi time, just relax. I'm not very good at volleyball either, you know I'm just at athletics."

"But, at least you're better than me Ki, hehe" Candaku.

Friends saw me playing volleyball together Kiki was very happy especially Vina, I don't understand about that. The only people who knew how I felt about Kiki were Vina and Diandra, but it was as if everyone knew. I was embarrassed they saw me and Kiki, so I just ended it.

"Ki, I'm tired of her training, thanks for teaching me."

"Together, Vi."

The volleyball test is complete, there is half an hour to rest ahead of the physics lesson.

Physics is the most feared lesson. In addition to the boring lessons, the teacher was tense. No male friends enter the class, because they may be lazy. One of them is Kiki. Kiki was diligent, but somehow that day she was very lazy. Physics teachers can not let this go, if left later will be sustainable. Finally, the physics teacher called the family of them. I was curious about it, until one night I asked Kiki about it

"Ki, why didn't you go to physics?"

"Yes, Vi. Earlier, I was lazy, the other boy friends did not come in. So, I feel like there's support for not getting into class."

"Aah, your tumben. He said the family was called, right?"

"Yes. Right, Vi."

"Keep you angry?"

"Yes, that's it, Vi."

"Hmm, iyadeh yes, hopefully not repeated later."

"Hehe. I hope so."

"What's wrong with Vi, you're wondering about that?" Ask Kiki.

"Ah no, just want to know doang hehe."

"Malaa."

"Sleep, Ki. It's tonight, afraid tomorrow's bad luck."

"Tomorrow Saturday Vi, school holiday. Tomorrow starts the end of the semester."

"Eh, yes. Haha.."

"I went to bed first, Ki. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

I feel comfortable if the chat with Kiki, I'm afraid this feeling will continue to settle in my heart. Actually, I always try not to expect a reply from Kiki's feelings.

Before falling asleep I always think about what I will do for tomorrow.

I sleep in the hope that tomorrow I can still be given time to open my eyes in the morning and do activities that will benefit the crowd.