Prince Gesrek

Racing (2)

Author POV As match commentator.

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Yep! back with me Author .. jebret! In this game I as a commentator will guide the course of a monkey mask, but a lie ... Hurrah! I'm afraid it's an animal, too. No, not a monkey mask, but it seems like the behavior of the players this time is not far from it.

After passing round after round of matches, the representatives of the school who competed against each other to honor Raflesia Arnoldi, uh. Finally we arrive also in the final round between the two schools that managed to qualify and survive even though they did not care. Okay, so that it's not too long and not long-winded. Though the scene has been in the final direct crop so that the part does not stand for. Finally, we just take the players from Bhayangkara High School against Garuda High School!

This match will be done as many as two innings, with each round duration of 20 minutes, according to the time of a story, because it is impossible to read one part to 40 minutes. Okay, continue. 

As a determinant of which team gets the first ball, the main referee throws a coin, only one, if a lot of allotments so saweran even though there is nothing for a while. On the right side of the field there is Garuda High School with five players who are ready, and on the left side have perched the players from Bhayangkara High School in their respective positions. Bhayangkara team got the first ball, the number 17 player with the name Deden already prepared with the ball at his feet.

"Den, you have to be serious" Gibran said.

"When isn't serious, Bran? Just like Key, if you can now directly marry."

"Ball, Deden! The noh lo pelototin ball! Bucin muzzle!"

"What is wrong, wobbly grass?" Deden took no. "Eh, is this a bad feeling, or is it our team of unprofitable people all?" tanya Deden looked at her team-mates. He looked up, Vino, Gibran, Juna, even Kak Bagas.

"Don't mess around! We're taking the school's good name!" shouts Bagas back to look at Deden who keeps looking at him.

"It's not aging, is it? Can class 12 still come? Since when does maneh also participate in futsal? Focus on the exam there!"

"My life is 18 years, 3 months, 22 days, 9 hours, 34 minutes, 9 seconds. I am still young! I am also a Bhayangkara student. Don't come around a lot."

"Either why the feeling is not good, let alone see Juna as a goalkeeper, must surrender to concede, nih. Come on, it could be a final a wonder of the world."

The referee blew a long whistle marking the start of the match. Deden dribbles forward, continues dribbling, avoids the legs of opponents who are trying to be a peboror (People's ball wrestler), his movement is bending equivalent to Inul's pencil. The ball is passed towards Gibran who is already in front, Gibran moves forward, confronted by the opposing player number 22 and bald headed. "Woy! The bald one what's his name? There's no data?" ask the Jebret author accordingly at the event committee.

"Tuxul," answered one of the event organizers swiftly.

"What, Hammer? Tuyul's? How, fits?"

"Tuxul, Thor!"

Okay, Tuxul. Tuxul confronts Gibran who controls the ball. Now Tuxul and one other man surrounded Gibran so that he could not move. Tuxul began to try to take the ball from Gibran's feet, ribet very name Tuxul, tongue feel asked for a sprain. Further, the besieged Gibran saw his closest companion, from the right side, Deden was also being watched by someone. Vino ran forward, his hands waving asking for the ball.

Gibran twitched, avoiding the legs of the opponent who like to step on his feet. He kicked the round skin towards the prepared Vino. The beautiful operand that was no less beautiful than the fairy mimi soared right towards Vino who was greeted by his chest, not heart, because his heart was already Viera and did not receive a job vacancy.

Vino's foot movements are fast and good at dodging, such as avoiding the former who stepped back, bringing him to speed into the opponent's area. A few meters away from the penalty box, in front of him facing Xavier from the team number 63 Garuda, Vino pressed the skill to seize the ball Xavier too high, as high as the hope to reach him who prefers others. Vino did not have time to pass the ball to his partner, Xavier managed to seize the ball with ease, Vino clicked bitterly because he lost the ball.

Xavier's quick movements caused the team to struggle, and Xavier and his other teammates began a counterattack.

"Where, anyway? No need to bring a ball!" bagas said annoyed at Vino, he tried to regain the ball that has now moved on the feet of Tuxul.

"God! Lo think easy? Go ahead and try not to get behind! Rebahan kok ngajak-ngajak," chimpanzee Vino emotion, he turned to block opponents who have passed each other and divide the goal guarded Juna.

"I'm guarding the cage, yeah!"

"Given times, bye. There's a cage."

The goalkeeper of the Bhayangkara-Juna-team had already prepared, he spread his hands and opened his horses. Xavier passes the ball on Tuxul, Tuxul passes on Leonard, Leonard kicks deep forward on the Revirus. Bhayangkara team members have difficulty seizing the ball, as difficult as pronouncing the names of Garuda team members.

Deden chased the Revirus to the edge of the field, the desperate Revirus spontaneously gave a cross to Tuxul! Tuxul accepts easily! I don't know where the players from Bhayangkara are. Tuxul, still Tuxul, he entered the penalty box. Its quick run makes it hard to catch up and .. jebret! Ah, what a pity .. the ball is easily lulled in the arms of Juna who is always alert to the situation.

Juna hinted at everything to go forward, what a wrong gesture until the audience also followed along.

"Candidate! Secure TKP! The storm is a storm!" author jebret shouted in panic.

After spending three times fasting and three times Eid, like bang toyib who did not go home. Finally the match was back.

The match started again, Juna gave the ball to Bagas. Bagas just passed it to Gibran. Gibran ran forward, breaking through the defense. Vino, Deden and Bagas followed behind. Garuda team whose member names are difficult to pronounce began to block, they further strengthen the defense. Gibran passes the ball to Deden on the right, the ball is dribbled, dribbled, passed to Bagas, Bagas just passes it back to Deden. Deden passes back to Bagas, returns to Deden, returns to Bagas, passes back to Deden. That's it until the upin-ipin has a five-meter beard.

Deden turned around, again dribbling the ball forward, interspersed first with a shake of ducks and tick-tok-an. It's a snatch .. it's a ball! Vino moved closer to Leonard who had taken the ball from Deden. Vino looked excited, sweat was already drenching the bodies of the players. Vino is approaching, the distance is very close, and .. yes! In sleding only the ball ... with full calculation finally the ball back into the arms of the bhayangkara team.

The game is getting hotter! No less hot when he saw the road with his girlfriend. The ball is dribbled here and there, not necessarily the direction because it is not given certainty and-

"NRUST .... PRITE ... PRITT!"

Too bad! The round one match was over, the referee who was in the lead also looked almost fainted. The current score is still a 0 - 0 series.

Both teams are welcome to rest first, forever and ever. Uh, that means only 15 minutes.

The Author Jebret POV end.

"Drink!" key said throwing a bottle of mineral water at Deden, they were on the sidelines to rest.

"So I said 'I love you'. Can't be honest with him."

"Drink. Get dehydrated, keep your body dry like a clothesline." Key spoke flatly, trying to hide his embarrassed expression from remembering his cheers for Deden earlier.

"Dry sincerity kayak clothespins, which are not good later on hanging clothesline kayak." Deden patted the empty bench next to him, hinting Key to sit down.

Key sat next to Deden. "Kalo lo hanging so cepet lift. Than dead."

"In the meantime, just smell the smells of hard-line code."

"Alays, lo."

"The kite, dong. Fly." Deden shows off his hands pretending to be wings.

"Fingers, shit."

"Manuh how the hell, Key. Sometimes the attitude is sweet, sometimes ask to be stabbed."

"Tabok aja," said Key relaxed.

"Any kiss?" Deden tilted his head. Staring at Key who was surprised to hear his words.

"What the hell, not clear, lo."

"Cie .. The heart's beating, huh?"

"Well, I'm still alive."

"Related?" Deden looked at Key seriously, the distance of their faces was very close.

"Surely," said Key surely, Key challenged Deden by coming closer to his face. Now they sit face to face.

"Betc? Who is going first. Must follow the will that wins."

"Who's afraid!"

"It's also almost a three-month deal limit that time, loh. I guess it won."

"Y-yeah, that's different dong."

"Key?"

"What?"

Deden stared at Key intensely, he stroked the top of Key's head slowly. He feels confident because he feels his feelings are avenged. "Don't know how many times I've said it, which for sure hasn't changed. Urang ... continue to like the same, maneh," said Deden smiled sweetly, he slipped the child of Key's hair behind his ear slowly.

"It's my heart, it's starting to bet." Inner Key tried desperately to hide his expression.

"Ehm, don't say it, no." Key shook his head, looking at Deden with next to the raised eyebrows. "My turn."

"Haha, is that it? Okay maneh's turn."

"From today, I admit." Key showed his sweetest smile, Deden was stunned, his heart skipped a beat waiting for what Key would say. "At the moment, I really like it the same, lo. You can't hide it anymore."

"Haha .. ordinary aj- "

The cup!

A kiss landed on Deden's cheek gently in a split second. Deden felt his heart being forced out so that he could not hear his voice again, hopefully he did not die. Deden froze, stiff and his mind was deadlocked instantly.

"Anj*r, orang ambyar," muttered Deden staring blankly ahead.

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Hy gaes happy reading! Do not forget the chrysanthemum as well, sorry author if there is something wrong, especially this time part gaje really😂

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

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