Karatan Bad Boy

Part 35#Quick Time Passes by

There was no jealousy seeing the closeness of Naumi and Rafa just that he was worried because the young man was still standing in the sun. Not to mention an empty stomach, but he knew in the morning only breakfast toast and fruit salad that should be a breakfast diet.

A long night of chatter led them to a friend-like story. He did not expect to see the spoiled side of Rafa and also know the history of stomach disease of the husband. Now that fact made him feel worried.

Do not get busy looking for answers from curiosity, the young man actually fell ill because of holding hunger. But what is worried about is knowing the contents of his heart and mind. He understands the husband is trying to be a leader who can give direction to his team.

"Go! Fill your energy before the next game." Naumi invites Rafa as she extends a hand letting the young man walk past her.

The footsteps of the trus stepped forward but the gaze of the eyes was fixed on Kimmy who was also looking at him. There was a sense that he understood, the woman was worried about him. "Excuse me, everyone." Pamit the young man took a step before passing through three coaches who obviously he was among whom he was not familiar.

Mr. Anderson followed Rafa's movements even to the point of looking back until the young man's back got further and further away. The gaze of the eyes seriously noticed the disciple who had the handsome face of the owner a sharp eye gaze as sharp as an eagle. He could feel the energy coming out from within the young man.

"It looks like Mr. Anderson has a young foster child, doesn't it sir?" Ms. Moza seduced the partner to distract Kimmy who glanced at the man next to her.

The same attitude as when seeing Abimana made Kimmy approve of Moza's statement about Mr. Anderson. The man must have thought of something in order to get close to Rafa but deep down. She herself did not want her husband to depend on any coach.

At this time, all just see the attitude of the leader wrapped in arrogance in a Rafa. But after seeing some of the training and the matches they did, he was aware of the fact that Rafa has more potential than other players. Once you get the right coach, the young man can be successful.

But until now there is not a single name that can be a solution of the desire of his heart. Not wanting to dissolve in thought without a solution, he began to explain what should be the assessment in this match. Of course as the main coach, then he did not judge because he was on the neutral side.

Thirty minutes later, the boys re-entered the pitch in the warm welcome of three coaches at once who were ready to see their second game. While Kimmy himself was already in the workspace staring towards the field. The battle that became a self-evident event.

"Fight for the future so that time and history do not forget you. Shine without a backrest to reach the peak of success. Passion, Rafandra Darren Adelio." Kimmy removed his fingers from the microphone icon on the phone screen until the voice message was sent by itself.

It seems clear Rafa is covering from the row taking a cell phone from his pants pocket while checking the message. Blue tick two which became the answer with the publication of a smile staring at space. The burning spirit was clearly drawn from the look in the young man's eyes.

A month has passed, the joy of sorrow strengthens each other despite doubts. Failure becomes victory. Lessons are not as easy as turning the palm of the hand to form a personality into maturity. Young faces with self-confidence tread consciousness at every step towards the future.

A welcoming voice echoed throughout the school hallway welcoming the basketball players who made it into the top three of the free games even in particular the headmaster held a ceremony on the sidelines of a speech that bestowed special honors on school pride team kids.

"Once again, I congratulate the success of the children of the basketball team and with this, the school also welcomes the move of three students who will become core members of our school basketball team." His outstretched hand pointed towards the gate that made the children of one school look back.

The creaking of the gate was no longer heard but changed the sound of a smooth motor roar. Everyone's eyes waited until three motorsports came from outside the school which immediately made everyone excited. One red motorbike with a lion emblem on its front body.

The motor on both sides of the right is white with the crown logo on the second side of the rearview mirror, while the last motor from the left side is black without having any characteristics except the fullface helmet that covers the face of the rider. All three bikes stop together in a special parking lot, then go down in unison like a gang.

Footsteps that make the heart rate increase. The women screamed in admiration when two students took off their helmets. The face that was above standard was really like the princes descending from the heaven only, the last young man was reluctant to open the helmet despite continuing to walk in rhythm with the two new students who were next to him.

"Welcome to Nusa Bangsa High School." The headmaster reached out to welcome one by one of the three new students at his school. "Please introduce yourself!"

The young red biker waved his hands staring at the students standing crowded the field. "You can call me, Zhang. Greetings, everyone."

"And I, you don't need to remember my name but know me through achievement. Greetings, guy's." said the young white biker.

Actually, the young man named Louis who is the leader of one of the top three who went to the final round of matches. His attitude is relaxed but always humble even though oral slippery eel in the hand. Two students had already introduced themselves and made the students who attended the ceremony smile to see a new face in their school.

Unfortunately the last student was still reluctant to take off his helmet until the gaze behind the fullface helmet found the reason why he was in this school. The raised hand releases the hook, then pulls the helmet slowly. Long hair fell scattered with hair as breezy as the wind blew.

The screams of the girls reverberated enjoying the charm of a cold and handsome face like a Korean artist. The face that instantly anesthetizes the eyes of many women, "Assalamu'alaikum, call me, Abimana."