Prince Gesrek

Be late!

"I belive, I can fly," murmured Deden singing, he was walking while skipping. His heart was like it was full of butterflies after the 15-minute break.

"Focused dedicate!" Gibran shouted, he had trouble controlling the ball at his feet.

Since the second half started, Deden was acting very strange, he was not focused on the match. Throughout the game, Gibran, Vino and Bagas repeatedly lost the ball due to lack of players. Deden just circled around the field no matter the ball passed to him or who pass permission to pass in front of him. The remaining game time was only five minutes, and it took a lot of effort until Gibran now controlled the ball at his feet.

"Deden why the hell, Bran? He became strange, yes .. even though it was strange before, but now it's getting worse." Vino shouted, he tried to find a gap from Leonard who constantly blocked him.

"Don't know, he was with Key," Gibran replied passing the ball to the side, to Bagas who managed to outwit Tuxul who was holding him.

Bagas received the ball quickly, he ran forward, again the opposing team tried to prevent and take the ball from him."Deden! If you don't focus and today we lost. I will marry Key, and apply him to the same mother's father today as well," said Bagas ketus, he could not stand the behavior of the cute who still smiles himself.

Deden was surprised, his steps halted instantly. He immediately ran, thrusting into the opponent's defense area. "You're weak! That's not possible. Here's the pass," growled Deden waving a hand asking for the ball.

Bagas smiled triumphantly. So who is weak here? As it turns out, it's easy to set Deden up with an alibi for Key's sake. Bagas pass the ball to Deden in front, the opposing team who had ignored Deden because he felt the player had a sudden bout of depression, immediately chasing him who far ran forward.

The ball soared high, right coming towards Deden, he immediately accepted it with his chest. Deden turned around, he entered the penalty box with ease. A few more meters the opponent's goal is already visible in front, Deden is ready to take a swing. The goalkeeper of the opposing team had prepared, he spread his hands high. The atmosphere suddenly tense, Deden prepared, the ball kicked, and ....

Pork!

Deden fell, twisted his own legs, people around looked surprised, some laughed. The goalkeeper who kept his guard off guard for laughing at Deden, in a position to fall down, Deden kicked the ball close to his feet.

Throwin!

Silent for a moment, the ball rolled slowly towards the goal, the goalkeeper was still busy laughing at Deden until he was not aware that someone was quietly approaching, but did not want to be a thump. The atmosphere seemed boisterous before a sound broke the eardrum.

"Gol! The goal! The goal! The goal! The goal! Finally broke an egg, too, man. After almost the entire match no one scored....my wait finally materialized, I was able to drink boba calmly!" the commentator yelled up, feeling moved. His voice was blaring all over the field. "Eh, intermittently, what does it have to do with playing futsal the same as drinking boba, huh?" continue to be confused yourself.

Prit .. prit .. pritt ....

"The winner of this match is the Bhayangkara team!"

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"Woy, splinter! The living load is already heavy plus maneh again," Deden's reading holds the load on both shoulders.

Deden's face reddened and sweaty, he was holding Vino's body resting on his shoulder, Vino who had difficulty climbing the parapet only clicked while continuing to try to climb.

"It's so heavy, Den. How are you doing downstairs? Die I'm finished, get ready for photos for the book Yassin, " said Gibran upset. His position was at the bottom among them.

They were trying to enter the school area secretly. Somehow, they were compact misfortune, the front gate of the school was already tightly locked. Finally, they tried to enter through the side wall of the school is quite high. On the idea of Vino, they are mutually shoulder to shoulder positioning themselves like a bettor, Gibran the bottom, Deden the second, and Vino whose body is the smallest on top.

"Well, what's our bike going to be?" asked Vino paused for a moment from his attempt to pass through the wall.

"Eh, lo! Many bac*t. This is me dying downstairs! Cepet ride!" gibran shouted in protest, his face was already like a person holding back defecation from exhaustion.

"Difficult to know! Wall's high!" timpal Vino defended himself.

"Manuh kali short! Come on, Vin, jump a little! Breathing left half, feeling already aki-aki, right," said Deden began to feel pain on his shoulder. "Easy motorbike, it will fit our break."

Hap!

Vino managed to hold the end of the wall, he had difficulty rising, until finally could sit on it. Deden descended from Gibran's shoulders slowly, he and Gibran flopped down on the ground, they took a moment's breath.

"Feeling coolie, jir," Gibran said, breathing down, sweat falling from his hair down his face. If there are students, they will be amazed to see Gibran exhausted. "It's okay, right. Our motorbike is simple garden edge gini?"

Their school is indeed one side opposite the garden of people, it has people. So not infrequently the students and students who are late to enter through this path, although it is difficult to pass through.

"Udah, safe." Deden pressed his painful shoulder.

"Woy claw! The teacher will come." Vino interrupted them from above, he was still sitting sweetly on the wall.

Deden stood up, he threw his bag which was immediately received by Vino. "There's a rope, iket to the tree next to lo, noh!" said Deden pointing at the mango tree next to Vino who was sitting.

"Well, you take the rope to school, Den?" asked Vino puzzled, he pulled the rope out of Deden's bag. "You want to kill yourself, lo?" Vino giggled with amusement at his own question, he immediately tied the rope to the tree trunk and threw the tip towards Deden and Gibran.

"Yes! Often think of suicide. So every day bring a rope," replied Deden flat and with expressionless rest.

The newly standing Gibran directly patted Deden's back hard, until Deden grimaced in pain. "Eh, Dadang lotto! I don't know the problem, you. You deserve to be tired of life, lo," said Gibran ruffled waist. "How many lives does he have, huh? Just be careful if you think about killing yourself again, I will kill you before you commit suicide. Suicide is a sin! Mending killed temen himself, huh, no? Later my sin is responsible, deh, let you be safe," he continued while raising his eyebrows.

"Gue is also sincerely sinful! I'll help kill the Dadang Lottery!" vino shouted following from above.

"Hahaha .. on gelo emang maraneh. (Hahaha .. on crazy are you guys.)" Deden laughed, he was grateful to have a friend like a cute duo, they are indeed loyal friends.

Deden and Gibran rode on their ropes in turns, until the three of them sat together on the wall.

"For our misfortune, maen ludo sampe malem" Gibran laughed, shaking his head. "Nobody's elite around that, huh? Time out to win futsal, during his play ludo while snacking tengginang at Si Vino's house."

Deden laughed loudly. "We can together with gini again late, the poleness that poll to the bones," said Deden still with the rest of his laughter. "Urang fooled again, the jar crank ghuan content tenuous."

"My mom is that, '" said Vino, laughing. " By the way it's convenient here too, yeah. One school looks like all."

Without them noticing someone was staring at them from below with a gaze of 'Still being looked at .. The belly is not sleding!' while folding hands on the chest.

"Yes, here first, deh. Urang felt calm, the lesson was easy," said Deden took a deep breath, he smiled looking at all parts of his school.

"I count to three! If you don't go down too, get ready to meet the school closet," said the person standing below staring angrily at Deden and the duo. "One ... three!"

Pork!

"Duh, get ready to answer the puzzle," said Deden grimacing holding his waist, he fell because he rushed down the mango tree scrambling with the duo's gibberish.

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"Good Morning, Mr. Dirga," said Bhayangkara High School principal shaking the hand of the person before him.

"Good Morning, Mr. Jahid." Mr. Dirga shook hands back from Mr. Jahid.

"What's coming early in the morning? Any issues?" asked Mr. Jahid to sit down. "Everything's fine, isn't it?"

"Ah .. This is Kafa."

"Deden why?" asked Mr. Jahid raised next to his brow in confusion. "M-I mean Kafa? She why?"

"He didn't make trouble?"

"No. .. just minor problems."

"Good, if the child does not make a problem," said Mr. Dirga leaned his body on the chair. "So, the transfer process will be fast."

"What does that mean?" ask Mr. Jahid still does not understand. "Then you leave him to me. His behavior is fine."

"It's not a problem" said Mr. Dirga wagging his arm. "For the last time I asked Jahid for help. Please take care of the school transfer file for Kafa."

"What?! Wh why? It's too sudden. Where will Kafa move? School anywhere is the same, Dirga."

"not school. I'm gonna move him to America. Soon as the end of the semester."

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"Ning, nang, ning, nang, euu ...." Someone was swaying in an abstract style in front of the dead television. Poor his television family, hiks.

"Thor! What else maneh?" ask Deden to be confused.

"Someded!"

"Semedi is calm .. don't bar-bar!"

"Stop! Your opinion is not necessary."

"Author! Where aja? Long time maneh up her!"

"Let's go to the same book Sun Go kong!"

"Urang smells the seeds of stressed people," said Deden stroking the chest. "Hallo gaes! What kabs? Is there anyone missing? Don't forget to like, comment, vote, five-star rate and fav click, okay! Okeh-okay?! The author again lost his brain like."

A mini-dictionary, but no more mini than Amoeba.

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You.

See you next chapter!