Scratches of Ink on my finger

Don't Go

Today is my first day to enter basketball practice with other pre-selected students. Because you could say I'm the new kid in this club, I was told to introduce myself first by Mr. Damar to the colleagues who were there. I don't even know their faces.

"Then as usual we will make teams that will compete against each other." Mr. Damar said in his instructions. After that, he immediately split the team consisting of two male teams and two female teams.

"It's still tenth grade, huh?" A senior greeted me from the side. His body is a little taller than mine.

"Yes, Brother."

The senior smirked, "In this basketball club before there was only one tenth grader. That, that one wearing blue over there." He pointed at someone who was on the opposing team, I saw him too. "Now two people." Further. "But, don't be inferior" the senior looked at me, "That's a sign you guys have a great chance." He grinned again. "Yuk." The senior took me out onto the field with him because we were a team.

Ball hulled.

One of my team mates caught the ball fast and then ran the ball with techniques that I thought were very cool. I watched every move of all the players I could see from my position and followed the way they played.

TAP. The ball drifted towards our basket.

HUP. One of my team managed to catch him before entering the basket. He then dribbled the ball, trying to avoid the edge of the opponent.

Bonce pass she did me a favor. Now I am the target of the opponents to take the ball. With tactical footsteps and hand movements, I was trying to keep the ball and look for gaps to pass to my teammates. My position is desperate. Behind the back pass, the ball drifted right into the hands of my other team. While I was getting to the basket of the opponent. My eyes kept glaring at the opportunity and the ball.

HUP. TAP

An overhead pass that was presented to me I managed to catch, while my place which is now a little tenuous the opponents changed their formation so that the match was getting fiercer, I tried to defend the ball but my position was now pushed again, I had to pass again, but it turns out that my ball throw can be read and finally captured by the opposing group.

My teammate gave a rough breath looking at me. Yes, I know it was a mistake, but of course every personnel is looking for opportunities no matter how small and can/can't affairs are common.

We then refocused on the ball in the opponent's hands. A long time ago the mold points were reached and all had begun to gasp for fatigue. This is actually an opportunity but of course because stamina has been drained of course strength so reduced. Fresh sweat was falling in the field. It was like that, grabbing the ball.

Maybe it's an opportunity for now.

CRACK IT!!

The shot of the ball by the opposing team managed to score points. Tones of happiness came out from their voices. We can only look at the lag of that point by admitting negligence while regulating the breathing that was already panting from earlier.

The game continued, things started to get fierce again. Until play time is over the points mold does not change at all, both teams have strong defenses and great non-ticks.

PRIIITS!! The sound of Mr. Damar's whistle was heard echoing signs that the game was over. We shook hands and walked out of the field.

I took the water in my bag and gulped it until I was satisfied.

Mr. Damar has called, we are moving towards him. My hand still holds the tumbler in my hand.

"Father is satisfied to see today's training and to hope for the future is even better." Said Mr. Damar while muttering with a warm smile on his face. "Now you can go home, get enough rest." End of the word from Mr. Damar. We also disbanded.

I gulped back down the water, then immediately grabbed the bag and put the tumbler back into it.

"Great." Senior was approaching me from behind. I looked at him. "Want Mr. Damar defend you into the basketball club."

"I'm also learning from another basketball kid, brother. That game, cool."

The senior grinned, "Oh, yes, we haven't met. Rio, eleventh grade."

"Wood." Our hands shake each other.

"When I see you at the next meeting."

I nodded back while smiling at him. The senior passed too. I also walked home.

***

"Chairman!" Dumb again.

"Denger-denger Chairman tagged along at the basketball club huh?"

"Where do you know?"

"Oh, that's my friend who told me. He's in the basketball club too."

I remembered Kak Rio said that there was only one tenth grader in the basketball club. What does Genta mean by that?

"Lo."

My head is goatee-mouthed. I don't know yet what the name of the tenth grader at the basketball club is.

"really? Chairman of the basketball club?" Brother Rian stopped his work with his sheets of paper while glancing at me curiously.

I smiled, "Yes, Brother."

"Well, cool. You can see the exercise sometime."

I'm not feeling good. "May I be brother."

"When's training?"

"After school the same Saturday-Sunday at half three." My reply.

Brother Rian nodded, "Excite, yes. Don't forget to rest, Chief."

"Yes, Brother. Thanks." Thanks."

"The lady's watching too, isn't she, Chief?" Start again the Genta. "Let's get more excited, Chief." This time he poked my hand over the ledger.

I sighed, holding back the vexation that had made me uneasy.

"Babies!" Brother Rian's voice spread my irritated thoughts at this moment. I looked at him. "Someone is looking for." Rian pointed towards the door.

The spontaneous bells turned in the direction they were pointed. "Ehem, sneak the Chairman. The beautiful lady has come."

I ignored Genta, I immediately walked to the door, and I found Love out there.

I held my breath for a moment and breathed back, my ears ready to receive the words of those who were looking at me here right now. I put on my shoes immediately.

The whispers began to boister and my ears could not filter them at all, wanting to pretend not to know. I try to pass like nothing happened.

"Well, find a seat first, Cin."

Love nodded in my footsteps leading her to a park bench.

I let out a rough sigh, wanting to take off the burden of thought that felt raging from earlier.

"Why you?" Love starts the conversation this time.

I stared at him for a while, "I'm not papa, just a lot more thoughts."

Love was silent for a moment watching me who was scolding. "If you're a gini, what do you usually do?"

"Sleep." I'm spontaneous. I realized with my words that sounded disgusting, I did not mean to complain about it to him. Love looked at me, thinking about what she would answer again. He nodded.

"If so rest. Sorry to bother." His voice turned withered. He stood up and then left.

"Wait, Cin." My hand moved to grab his arm. Ah, my mind is in a mess right now, I immediately let go of his arm. "Sorry." I returned to scolding.

He turned around then squatted down in front of me.

"You why? Sick again?" Love lifted my face and touched my forehead with her hands. I can only be fixated on watching him who is always not reluctant like this. The look on that face, that hand, and all the other forms of attention kept me feeling full. How can you do that so easily?

My feelings began to melt

My screams started to grow loud

The hardness of my heart began to crack

Because of a hand

What happens when two hands move