Love Zainab

Still On The Same Day

Mr. Karim invites Zainab to get closer to the field area. Where the teachers and students become supporters among the 2 camps that are competing. The round of 1 is over, and the captain's team excels. Apparently Yusuf and the team must work harder, in order to beat the best captain in school.

Joseph's chest was seen rising and falling, his breathing was dull. He took mineral water, then straightened it. And it looked really cool when he poured the rest of the water all over his face. Inviting reactions dominated by women feel like they want to have it fully.

Yusuf took off his sports uniform, his burly, white chest faintly visible behind his thin white shirt. Zainab did not escape the sight, she became ashamed of herself. It should not be shown, though it is not part of the male.

Joseph looked in any direction, as if he had not found the figure he was looking for. But when he saw Zainab, a bright red light asked his eyes to stop. Smile expands.

"Sir Joseph, you must be very tired. Just look at the sweat on your forehead and face." When he approached Joseph on the edge of the field, he brought a small towel and his hand almost wiped the sweat on Joseph's face, but Joseph had already taken the small towel from his hand.

"Imacute, Ms. Dita. I can do it myself." Yuusf wiped the sweat on his forehead, face and neck, then stabbed the little towel back to Dita. Joseph left him regardless of the change in Dita's flabbergasted countenance.

"Shit. My attempt failed again to approach him." He murmured slowly with a frowned heart.

From a distance Zainab watched the two. There was a feeling of fear and jealousy that came hunting. However, all that was lost in an instant as Joseph chose to wipe his own sweat and avoid Dita. The incident was more perfect when Joseph left Dita without saying goodbye. Zainab lifted her lips. He was increasingly convinced that Joseph was the right person to be his life companion. Tomorrow they will meet, and Zainab can't wait for the day to change. Certainty from Joseph will be obtained by him.

"You're here?." Sofia put on her cute sole face.

Zainab took a long breath. "Why really? Are you the only one who can? And you can't?." A series of questions were asked.

"Uhhhh apparently there are more lashes. Sorry I was cuekin you. Understand there is Dimas. He whispered when he said Dimas' name.

"There's also eey.ee..." Zainab hanpir just keceplosan mention the name of Yusuf. He looks like a confused person.

"Who is it? Ihh. Now you play secrets. Remember there are no secrets between us." Sofia's lips are perfectly pursed.

"There is also the captain." Zainab's tone convinced Sofia that she wasn't lying. "You know, I was so impressed with him. He's so good, I want to learn basketball with him." Zainab reinforces the reason.

Sofia. "Yes you're right, actually I'm amazed by him too. But baby doesn't deserve to be my husband."

Plaque. The sound of Zainab's hand landed on Sofia's mouth, who was speaking unhappily.

"Aww." A small ringisan came out from Sofia's mouth. "Why did you hit me in the mouth? Later if the monyong bangaimana because of swelling." Sofia's over-in-the-top talking.

"If you don't talk, how come you're going to marry a high school boy?."

"It is possible, if God wills it." With confidence Sofia said that. "Khadija was married to the Prophet Muhammad who was younger than her, right? There are even young people marrying grandmothers. Sofia chuckles.

Zainab fell silent, confirming Sofia's words. Marriage at a very distant age does happen to anyone. If God willed, no man could stand in his way. That's destiny. Birth, death, soul mate and sustenance are the secrets of God.

"Already, Zai. We enjoy this Saturday with joy. I don't want to argue with you." Sofia who saw Zainab was silent.

Zainab breathed out violently. "As for you, I've not been arguing with you since." Zainab had already lost her appetite to watch the show further. He would rather go.

Sofia. What was wrong with his words? You weird chick. It's weird again.

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The match goes to the final round. The score obtained between 2 teams, it turns out to be a series. Each team must try harder to determine who is superior. Although they had sweat, but the lively given from the audience, such as re-charging the stamina that was originally lackluster.

There were indeed no gifts contested or promised by the headmaster. But the name of the basketball captain will be a benchmark for him who continues to get points.

Shit for Dita the second time, I don't know what nightmare she had last night. First, his attempt to get Joseph's attention failed. Second, his head was hit by a basketball that slid out of the court and hit him. Make his body look good, which is then rejected by children. His head felt dizzy, he pretended to faint. Became the center of the crowd.

"Wake up Mom, Mom Dita." The call from Bu Saras was nil, Dita still did not want to open her eyes.

"Come on, wake up. Wakes up. Wake." Some children also tried to shake his body.

"Sir Joseph, were you too hard? Until Mom passed out, so." Ask Mr. Agus.

"Maybe sir." Joseph complained of the rest of the sweat on his forehead.

"But Mr. Yusuf was not intentional, sir." Ms. Saras interrupted.

"Sir Yusuf is responsible." Mrs Rastri chimed. "Yes, come. Take Ms Dita to the UKS!!

Dita who heard the words, apparently his brain can always work well, even in the most difficult circumstances that are happening to him. He took advantage of the situation, so that Joseph carried him and brought him to the UKS. For it was Joseph who made the ball kiss his head. Hope this works, he is hopeful. Coupled with the opinion of Bu Rastri, as if supporting without having him ask for it.

Unfortunately, hope is not sweet. Confronted in a bopong by several girls to the UKS room. His heart lamented the fate of his love.

Sorry Mrs Rastri, me and Ms. Dita are not mahrom. So I can't do that." Refuse Yusuf. "It's better the girls take her to the UKS." His proposal.

"All right, let's hurry. Poor Miss Dita." Pak Agus ordered some children to carry Dita immediately.

Is this what you call a one-handed clap? But, it didn't seem like Dita, if she gave up that easily.

Dita's body is placed on a UKS mattress. A disciple named Dea brought eucalyptus oil close to his nose, hoping after smelling its scent. It will wake up. But in reality, he was just pretending.

"Come on dong, Miss Dita is conscious!! Pinta is a boy named Sera.

"Try the incandescent just his big toe. Said people could quickly wake up." Another suggestion.

Dita, who felt an appetite, finally ended the drama iningsannya. His eyes blinked as if he had just woken up, for the children to all believe. Dita's body moved slowly, making all look happy for Dita's consciousness.

"Alhamdulillah, Miss Dita has regained consciousness."

"Yes. Come on, Miss Minun!!! Sera's orders.

He leaned his body against the wall. He won the title offered to him. His head still felt a little dizzy.

"How's Mom doing? Ask Sera.

Taken hold of his head. "It's still a little dizzy, but I'm fine." Dita replied with a thin smile. He came down from the bed with the help of another child.

"Mom sure you're strong enough to walk? Ask with a little worry.

Dita nodded her head. "Yes." Yeah." "Don't just pretend to faint. You guys are so worried. I'm sorry to have bullied you, but as long as you know, my hopes are flying somewhere." His whisper in his heart.

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Sorry to be born and to.😗

Forgive me ahead of the job leaflet makes me have a day off typing. hopefully you still want to continue reading.