Karatan Bad Boy

Part 28#Game Again

The woman standing to his right looked fine, but there was still clearly a tired gurgle. He didn't know how to behave after what happened last night so quickly passed. Awkward to say hello outside the room for fear of anyone hearing their chatter.

"Fine," Kimmy sighed softly, then took a step forward. Eyes forward gaze where the wall of the guardrail becomes the boundary of the building on the west side of the mansion. "Rafa, sorry about last night, I didn't do that on purpose."

The wife's statement made Rafa fold the tactics paper, then put it back in his pants pocket. The young man turned his head to take a step forward toward Kimmy who must still feel guilty because of unexpected events last night. If his face is not covered with make up, it must appear some injuries due to the impact of blunt objects.

"You want to fight with me?" rafa's bargain diverts the conversation that she thinks could be a neutralizer of guilt.

As expected, the substitute teacher nodded in agreement to his offer. The two men will have one more match a long time but this time it is not to decide who loses and who wins. The young man stood on the north side court with his hands holding a basketball waiting for Kimmy who was busy tying his hair into an upper loop.

The graceful charm of the beautiful face, innocence, the gaze of the eyes was pacifying, the lips were flirting suddenly shifted Rafa's stunned focus having trouble inhaling the oxygen around him. Moreover, the loose t-shirts worn by the teacher increasingly show the neckline that decorated the ownership stamp.

"Ekhem!" Dehem Kimmy was a little loud until Rafa smiled bitterly because his daydream was caving up instantly. "Come, begin!"

"Before starting, promise not to budge like during the game at school" said Rafa reminded because he does not like to get victory for free.

He thought the young man was unaware of what he was doing but knew it too. Not that he wants to give up just as a coach has the right to test the ability of his students. Likewise with the compactness of the team that can be the foundation of success in every game later.

In every team game, the leader does have the most responsibility but without the cooperation of all members. There is no such thing as a team. From the beginning when he left the children in the field. It was just one of the tests of team cohesiveness. Although his discipline was paramount, he also tolerated several points in the sport.

"Okay, but if you lose to me. So get ready to cook lunch for me. Agreed?" Kimmy reached out to give Rafa a new challenge without any rejection.

The match that can be considered unbalanced because the skills of the two people still have a high guardrail. Kimmy's nimble movements snatch the ball from Rafa with a look of certainty. The young man tried to balance but the way his wife played was already professional.

"Come, Non. The spirit!" the servants cheered Kimmy with a boisterous voice along with applause.

The audience who was only on Kimmy's side greeted another round of applause from behind. Where the basketball team that has been bathing actually returned to the sidelines because of hearing the excitement. Both players have had support, but the ones who played didn't care.

The game continued until Kimmy managed to get a superior score than Rafa who was less agile than the woman. The match lasted for half an hour less but unfortunately had to end as the sun was getting up and breakfast time had already started.

"Yeay, Non, tethe best. Lope, lope, Non." cried Kang Gary who served as Naumi's assistant but preferred to be called by name only without the assistant frills.

Kimmy just smiled thinly without excessive response, while Rafa was busy watching the basketball that felt slippery when competing with his substitute teacher. Once do dribbling but all is safely controlled, then why can you lose? The tactics of the woman's game were too random where each new move was always different from the previous move.

"Rafa, the hunt for a bath! Do you want to go for a walk?" Mahmud ran over to his leader who was even engrossed in thinking about basketball.

While the others disbanded back doing their respective work. So did Kimmy, only the woman chose to enter the gym. He did not want to rush into the room because it still requires heating to burn calories his body. This time it was a treadmill.

The first sport that is easy to do at home is jogging. Although jogging is synonymous with running activities, but you do not need to go around in circles at home. Simply running on the spot while watching television can also. Kimmy prefers to listen to music while jogging on a treadmill.

Kimmy and Rafa's married life is still very secret but wrapped in the nuances of boarding school. While another couple had just got off a car that stopped in front of a simple house with no levels but had a beautiful courtyard with ornamental plants containing various types of flowers.

From the side of the house a middle-aged woman was in a hurry to welcome the guests who had been waiting for since last night. "Master, Madam, please come in! Sorry, Mbok can't pick up at the airport. Understand the bones of his mind fall trus."

"Ndakpapa, Ma'am. Where's Rafael?" ask the hijab-wearing woman who can't wait to meet her loved ones.