
Adji-Desi-Pras
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Both of Desi's eyeballs immediately popped. No matter how much he had love for this man, there was no way he would mess around to prove his love.
Desi's mind had immediately run to negative things, even he spontaneously pulled his legs, his body also spontaneously retreated.
''Eh, what do you want?!'' pekik Desi immediately retreated a little. His face showed a worried look.
"Ouch!'' desi groaning while holding his leg.
"What's wrong with you, Des?'' pras asked without guilt.
Desi glared again, it could be that the man was unaware.
''Give me your foot.'' Pras said without waiting for Desi's reply.
''For what?'' ask Desi.
''Shine first, be careful. Why are you also moving so? it must hurt again, right?''
Both of Desi's eyebrows instantly fused hearing the scolding. ''She nagged what attention was anyway?'' bathin Desi's.
With doubt, Desi advanced her legs again. Pras grabbed it and put it on his thigh.
''What do you want to do? what's that?!'' pekik Desi again.
"Astaghfirullah, Desi .. I want this masang.'' Pras said, then took something from his pocket.
Desi noticed what was in the man's hands.
''I learned a little about this, and I used to be given to my coach.'' explained Pras.
''Sorry.'' said Pras before pairing the plaster.
Desi nodded, she looked at the side of Pras' face that was looking down. The corner of his lips formed a smile.
Kinesio tape, of course not just anyone can install it. Pras once trained with someone who had been a national team athlete. Pras has also been taught how to install it so as not to be wrong.
Desi mentions plaster for athletes. It is enough to help the strength of the injured muscles.
Both were silent, Pras was carefully installing the plaster.
''Thank you, Pras.'' said Desi slightly trembling after Pras lowered his legs.
Pras nodded.
''If there is anything with your feet, do not forget to call me.'' Pras said after returning to his seat.
''Yes.'' replied Desi.
Pras also immediately chuckled softly because he only realized that.
''Where's hpmu?'' Pras thrust his hand.
Desi immediately reached into his pants pocket and picked up the phone.
Pras typed something inside Desi's phone. Shortly thereafter, he returned it to his owner.
''I have tested to send a message on hpku, nih ya already entered.'' said Pras showed the screen of his phone and there is an incoming message from Desi number.
''Yes.'' replied Desi
''If so, I'll excuse myself, Des. You quickly recover so you can play badminton again, later once in a while we are part.'' Pras said while wearing his jacket.
''Oh, hehe''
''Yes, aamiin .. thank you, Pras.'' said Desi and replied to a nod of the head by Pras.
''You stopped by the school first.'' Pras said.
''Oh, yes, greetings to friends who are still on duty.'' Desi replied.
Pras nodded again.
Desi followed Pras who had moved from his seat. With his steps that were not yet normal he followed Pras who was already standing by the door.
''May it really not be severe, Des. I feel very guilty with you.'' Pras said again while patting Desi's shoulder.
Desi instead pecked and did not answer anything. Just a little nod without him noticing.
''Go home first.'' Pras said.
''Eh, yes, be careful on the road, Pras.'' Desi replied.
Pras smiled faintly and walked out of Desi's house.
Desi was still standing in the middle of the door, he waited until Pras left from there.
Unknowingly, Desi waved her hand. Pras replied at a glance by raising his hand and lowering the glass of his helmet.
''Pras dada to me?'' bathin Desi's.
Desi was immediately aware, precisely his hands were still waving.
''ASTAGHFIRULAH ... !!!!'' desi exclaimed instantly beating his own uncontrollable hand.
''Bas shy!'' desi's nagging on his own hands.
Desi immediately entered the house, closed the living room door and locked it tightly. He cursed himself while beating his hand again uncontrolled.
''The Stele will judge me as a girl who is not sane. AARRRGGGHHH Desiii!!!''