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Rana gets to school. They often have meetings at school. More precisely to the special room exkul basketball. Rana swung her steps there. 

"Hi, Rana's sister." Say hello to the Princess, her underclassman politely. Rana has been captain of the girls' basketball team since she was in the tenth grade. His proficiency in this area led some seniors and coaches to appoint him as captain. By the way, their basketball team is now only filled by the tenth and eleventh classes only, because the twelfth class is no longer allowed to follow the exkul or organization again-have to focus on the exam. 

"Hi, Put." Rana opened the mask. Then sit in one of the chairs. So, in this room there is a circle-shaped table. 

Rana's eyeballs looked around, "who else are we waiting for?" ask him on all. Everyone had gathered, only a few more seats were still empty. 

"Pak Bondan with Sevi, Ran," said Riska. 

Rana nodded as her answer. He waited for the arrival of the two men while playing mobile phones. The girl knew, the members were surprised by Rana's new hair, but she was just sick. After all, they couldn't possibly dare to ask Rana that kind of question. More precisely, they were disinclined because of Rana's indifferent attitude. Even so, they are a solid team.

"Everything's happy." It was Sevi, he immediately greeted with his friendly smile. 

"Put, Brother."

"Just as well, Sev."

Sevi sat next to Rana. "Hey, Ran."

The summoned one only turned his head and smiled at a glance, then was busy playing the phone again. 

"Ciee, new hair. Tadpole, really. Hehe." While others are reluctant to talk to Rana - because Rana will only be excited if with Radit - Sevi is the most resistant to Rana's treatment.

"Gue know I'm ugly, buriq."

"Gue seriously, Rana. Look, your skin still stays white even though you like men's sports."

The conversation had to be cut short because Mr. Bondan (chairman of the women's basketball team) came. 

"Good day everyone."

"Please, Sir."

The twenty-five-year-old man didn't seem to have much time. "All right, let's just start the meeting. Not long, about fifteen minutes. Since I have to hurry, there is a sudden affair." 

"Good, sir."

Later, Mr. Bondan informed him that there would be a race of all kinds of sports held in the school. They will fight Binusa High School. Another month the race will be held. Mr. Bondan ordered them to prepare everything such as, practice time, strategy, and so on. 

"OK, get here does anyone want to ask?" 

Rana raised her hand.

"Yes, Rana."

"I don't want to ask. I just want to say to you, so you don't have to worry because our opponent is very strong. Me and my friends promised to win this game. Yeah, right, everything?" Rana said it because Mr. Bondan was a bit pessimistic about seeing the opponent. 

"Yes, Sir. We'll practice hard." Said one of the students. 

"Yes, Sir." The other law. 

Nodding steady Mr. Bondan give. "I hold full trust in you guys. Our school basketball team must win. All right, fifteen minutes. I say goodbye first, hurry up." The man immediately exited the room after saying goodbye to everyone.

Rana stood up from her seat. Both hands rest on a table containing papers to record everything necessary.

"You guys see, right? Mr. Bondan is just as pessimistic as we are. I think because of our defeat yesterday. And this time we must rise, prove the same to the people if we are the strongest. Yesterday's defeat made a lesson, don't keep glued to it." Rana stared one by one the faces of her team members. "Especially lo Gita, mentally you do not spend down if we lose again or at critical points."

"We must have a mentality of steel. Want to be felled anyway can not be easily affected. Understand all?"

Everyone in there took Rana seriously.

"Understand all?" ask Rana again, firmly.

"Good, Rana."

"Understand, Rana."

Rana sat back. He tidied up the papers, put them in a drawer. "Tomorrow we've started training. The spirit of everything." He smiles.

Sevi patted Rana's shoulder twice. "Lo is fit to be a leader" he whispered slowly. His team members have started to clean up.

Rana smiled faintly at Sevi. Then stand up. "Gue's home, yeah, guys." His appeal to all who are answered is validated by them.

Just as Rana was about to step up, Sevi held onto his arm. "Eh, Ran. I'm nebeng, dong. There is no more ride. My car's been irritated." His face with a clear face.

"Ck, yaudah come on."

Sevi cheered happily to hear it.

***

After delivering a super duper chatty Sevi, Rana stopped for a while on the basketball court at his complex. The field was always quiet, as more people went to the park. It's not too far either. Rana also felt that the simple basketball court was deserted due to the lack of people's sports interest. Most teenagers now prefer lying down, hanging out, shopping, playing games.

Rana parked her bike on the edge. Remove the mask and head covering from his jacket. He picked up the available ball and played it straight away. This time it's Rana herself, usually she's with Radit . 

At least in this way Rana's heart began to improve from the incident last afternoon. Rana always keeps busy when the pain comes. He also did not want to continue to be dissolved in that unimportant turmoil. 

Rana managed to get the ball into the ring many times, it was very easy to do. Sweat began to pour on his temples. 

"Back, Ran. I want maghrib." 

The voice came from behind Rana. The short-haired girl immediately looked over. A bright smile was clearly imprinted on his face.

"Radith?"

Radit got off his bike. He walked over to Rana, then grabbed the ball that Rana was hugging. Put the ball back in place. "Lo's black jacket got dirty from the ball hugging. Some of the balls are hugged, mending you hug me aja."

"Aw-" Ringis Radit, Rana pinches him mercilessly. 

"Ganjen you." Rana folded her hands on her chest. "Let's get dirty, right, my jacket."

Radit's hand moved to pinch Rana's head, making Rana pinch him again. 

"Come home, maghrib. Little kids can't wander around like maghrib." Radit said as if Rana was his son in charge. 

"Let's Radit, I want to relieve stress." Rana's intention of taking the ball must be snuffed out because Radit held it. The stare he gave the man with the ash hoodie.

"Lo wants to be tuyul, huh?"

"Tuyul?"

"Wandering maghrib-maghrib. Let's go home." Take Radit again. Radit knew Rana's mood wasn't good at the moment. 

Rana clucked. "Lo is also still outside the Maghrib pass. Means you're also tuyul, hehe."

Radit gave a rough breath. "Gue just got home futsal. Keep stopping by here writhing my son there stray here what not. Uh there was. And now, let's go home, son." He held Rana's hand and took her to the bike. 

"Good." 

Rana was still standing sculpted with a flat expression. He seemed to bite his lower lip. 

"Good, Rana."

Sebenarnya Rana ingin mengatakan soal kejadian tadi siang saat dia bertemu dengan Zidan. Tapi Rana takut Radit akan marah dan menghajar habis Zidan. Rana tidak mau itu terjadi lagi. Terakhir Radit begitu saat dia tahu Zidan dan Rana putus.

This time Rana prefers to hold it first. Maybe Rana won't tell it. 

"Radit lo bego what is it, anyway?" 

Radit put on a confused face. "Why?"

Rana's soft laughter sounded. He punched Radit's arm. "Gue take the bike, ogeb. I left my bike."

"Oh. Ahaha. Forgot me. Yaudah let's go home, I'll take you to the front of the house." Radit is not focused because his brain is guessing what makes Rana become badmood like this. Does this have anything to do with Zidan? Radit hasn't asked, letting Rana vent herself.

"Radit ogeb."