Secretly Likes Him

DDSD 6: Sweetness

After going through several selection times, finally the names that will follow the race have been chosen by the class guardian.

Desi along with one of her friends named Adji were selected as mixed doubles representing their class. Now their training is even harder for the sake of their respective classes.

Every day Desi came home in the afternoon because he had to practice first with his friends. While Siska who did not participate in any race will go home first, and Desi was escorted by her partner, Adji.

Three-on-three training immediately began, Desi was ready with his position as a player or forward player. Exercise looks fun and serious too. Not just relied on as a forward, the rotation of the player must go well. Especially for women who are often the target of opponents.

''DEEP!'' adji exclaimed after floating a hard smash and was not successfully repelled by his friend.

''Feeling like Mohammad Ahsan, yes bro haha.'' exclaimed Ricko who failed to fend off the hard smash from Adji.

''Asli, hahaha'' reply Adji was proud because he idolized the figure of Mohammad Ahsan. Male doubles specialist athletes as thugs, who are currently paired with Hendra Setiawan. The titles he has earned are also very many.

''Rest first!'' exclaim Adji.

The exercise stopped, all of them sitting on the edge of the field while sipping mineral water from their bottles. They corrected each other's game.

''My thugs nih Bosss, haha.'' joked Desi while patting Adji on the shoulder.

''My Playmaker is Bosss, haha.'' Adji replied.

In the field next door is also used to practice other classes, but, because it was late afternoon, Desi class chose to end the training today.

''We must train harder, but, do not forget about health, said Adji sage.

''Each chairman.'' replied Desi.

Adji laughed, and so did the others.

''Tomorrow again, spirit.''

All tidying up the racket and shuttle cock that is finished in use. After seeing the field again neat, they left the building. Do not forget to also say hello to other classes that are still practicing.

Because the friend who is usually together has gone home first, Desi is brought home by Adji. Friends whose houses are not in the same direction, but both live in the same village.

''Who's your boyfriend, Des?'' tanya Adji yelled a little because he was crossing another vehicle.

''Still in God's plan, Ji.'' exclaimed Desi then chuckled.

''Haha can ae.'' Adji said.

''It means single dong.'' Adji ledek.

''Don't be loud Jii times, later caught by the danger people.'' Desi replied.

''Why danger?''

''Later many crocodiles on the ngantri, haha''

Not yet had Adji reply, the motorcycle driven by Adji had stopped in the yard of Desi's house.

''Thank you, Ji.'' said Desi.

''Sama-sama, the spirit is yes for our class.''

Adji raised his hand in excitement.

''Any mainstay partner.'' reply Desi optimistic then invite tos to Adji.

Adji welcomes tos from Desi.

''Yes I've come home first.'' said Adji.

''OK bro.'' reply Desi.

''Desi, I am not a crocodile!'' exclaiming Adji continued to pass without waiting for an answer from Desi.

Desi scrunched his forehead. A moment later went straight into the house without worrying about the words of his friend who was several times seen approaching him, but he responded with ordinary like to other friends.

Desi put down her badminton gear neatly. The equipment he can not be easy, must save some time and finally collected to buy a decent racket. It was also added by his father.

Desi is grateful, her hobby is supported by her parents. So he doesn't have to feel sad. There are so many children who have hobbies and dreams outside of academia. But, the people around him did not care or pretended not to care. The life of the average successful person must be the one wearing the shirt. He was always asked to walk what he did not like.

''Capek?'' ask mamak Desi.

Desi, who was leaning against the plastic chair in the kitchen, turned her head.

''No Mak, this is going to continue the marathon 50 KM.'' Desi choked.

''O. good, the spirit yes.'' ledek her mama.

Desi did not answer anymore. This mama is very special, besides being easily provoked by emotions, her mama also likes to joke.

After a considerable reduction in sweat resulting from practicing badminton. Desi immediately cleaned his body to make it fresher.

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Desi, mamak, and also his father were sitting in the living room. Watching television while waiting for the Maghrib.

''How's the exercise, Des?'' ask father.

''Alhamdulillah smoothly, sir. Because it is getting closer so it must be more active again.'' replied Desi.

''The important thing is to keep the pattern of his life. His physique must be good, do not get injured.'' said the father reminded.

''Yes Sir.'' replied Desi.

Desi opened a textbook on archival, special materials in the majors he took.

After feeling quite learned tonight, Desi closed her textbooks. Now turn to his personal book that contains beautiful words that he often strung together when it rained.

''Can I play well in the race?''

''From the nine classes, I guess I could meet Pras in the final.'' Desi's delusion.

Desi looked at the blank page of his book, he had not written anything.

''Desi's spirit, definitely can, be sure of yourself!'' muttered Desi excited.

Desi breathes into the air. However, non-technical factors can affect the condition of the game. A qualified skill, if the nontechnical factor is more self-controlled, then what happens the game will not be maximal. There will be many doubts in the game. Desi must be able to overcome it, lest the skills he has are invisible.

Desi closed the book again. He switched to a mobile phone to watch the video game Tontowi Ahmad and Liliyana Natsir who faced Chinese players, namely Zhang Nan and Zhao Yunlei.

''They are really great.'' Desi commented.

''Gokiiill.''

Didn't feel the spectacle was over, Desi hung up her phone and continued to rest.

°°

''Sir, Siska permits.'' said Desi.

''Oh yes, you will come home at seven.'' replied the father.

You always go to the garden after dawn prayers and just sip coffee along with snacks. Sometimes 8 o'clock come home for breakfast or bring supplies when to the other garden which is a pretty far place.

''Ok sir.'' replied Desi.

Father has left home. Desi rushed to sweep the floor in every room in her house, not getting to the neighboring house either. Besides being embarrassed, like people lack work.

At 06.30 WIB, Desi immediately took a shower and got ready with her gymnastics uniform, because it is Friday, so immediately wear a sports shirt to follow the gymnastics routine every Friday morning.

''Duhai my love, my dearuuu.''

Desi combed her hair while singing, although her voice was very false, she was still recklessly singing in her own room, not in front of others. Because it can lower the price of basic food, eh wrong, it means lowering his self-esteem.

''Sayangkuuu .. he does not love me, sick but does not bleed ......''

The lyrics sung by Desi are increasingly unguided, even the tone goes where. The song ended with Deheman.

''Heemmmmmmm...''

Pras shadow as present in the mirror of his closet, he smiled to himself, then rubbed his face to wake up.

''Hope Des!'' mamak shouted while opening the door of his daughter's room.

''Yes Allah Mak, make a surprise.''

''Yes bare again Mak.'' said Desi.

''Don't be long, your father will hunt home.''

''Yes Maaakk.''

Mamak again closed the door to Desi's unlocked room. Desi directly rubbed her own chest.

At school

Desi kissed the back of her father's hand after getting off the bat.

''Student learning.'' said the father.

''Ready Sir.'' replied Desi.

The atmosphere of the school is crowded, various kinds of motorcycles driven by students come and go to the parking lot that is usually.

''Where's siska?''

''Yes Allah Adji! make a hanger!'' desi protests.

''Hehe maap-maap, what's the walk?'' ask Adji.

''Siska permission, I was in the same way my father, Ji.'' reply Desi.

''Ohhhh, permission why Siska? it hurts?'' ask Adji again.

''Duuhh sweetnya .. great attention, cie cieee.'' reply Desi tease her friend.

The two chatted while heading to class. Adji arrived at school first.

''Jealousy huh??'' the Adji turning.

''Hahahaha! lt's not. Siska there is a family event in the city he said, he has been allowed directly the same as his father to the principal.''

Adji's smile suddenly shrunk.

''Ohh that.'' reply.

Desi just nodded. The girl who always shows her cheerfulness is always managed to look cheerful.

''Yes Ji first, want to get ready for gymnastics.''

''Ohh, yes-yes.'' Adji replied with a faint smile. He silently stared at the girl who left him.

Desi ran into her class, stuffed the bag into a drawer and quickly got back out of class. He also arranged equipment for gymnastics.

All the students are ready to take part in gymnastics this morning. Before gymnastics began, the teachers and some members of the osis arranged the rows of students to be neat.

Gymnastics is ready to start, the front row is certainly already proficient in the movement of gymnastics. The middle row always looks at the front row. The back row moves as they please.