
My friends are already on break, and starting to enter the first class one by one, the teacher has 15 minutes not come and usually empty hours, I see the window there are ips children are exercising, and there are, my desire to kick the ball is not restrained, but my eyes and body invite to lie down, I look at while putting my head.
"Let's match" said someone from the direction of the clothes in sports uniforms.
"Gas atuhh" answered my friend who was at the door, and the others flocked to the school field.
The time shows at 12:15 indicates the sun is above the head, and ready to sting anything he sees, but if it is a hobby, want as hot, as rainy, and as miserable as anything may be hit. Like brawls.
"Come post, maen didn't you?" Ask econ.
"So, it's still hot, sleepy cave.
"Blessed is you post, sleep mending time rather than fight" said Mary to me who was cool to lay my head on the desk. My heart was stirred my soul ran and I could not resist wanting to show skills in front of maria, did not know him other than I was good at sleep, math I could also soccer and futsal.
"Tummer mar" I replied.
"Ah ellu mah cemen, men can not ball" alluded maria to me again.
"Okkeh" I answered.
I stood up and took off my shoes, my other friends were wearing shoes, I was not, hot?, must be hot, 12 noon, but how else I was afraid my shoes were broken and my mother saw, surely she would be sad because I never bought shoes from class 3 to grade 2 high school.
I dribble, dribble, pass, bounce, head, pass the ball, occasionally I stare at the maria from behind my class, he sees, he smiles at people playing football, he seems to like football too.
"Free here" I said to screech my friend who was holding the ball.
"Bam" I fired hard the ball towards the enemy's goal.
Futsal is different from football, he only uses 5 players while football uses 11 players, the field is different, futsal uses a field 38-42 meters long while the width is 18-25 meters, while, and the technique that is often used is rotation (we can occupy any position) but all players have their own expertise, some are in the ancor and others. That's a little understanding of futsal.
Maria thumbs up at me.
He saw me play it turns out, my showing off against the skil that I have is getting smoldering, want me to babble here and there kukolongi one but we play with 4 people instead of playing alone.
"I've made my feet hot" while out of the field.
Until the class I put my shoes back on, while looking at my friend who has not stopped exercising.
"Can you yeah it turns futsalan, gua kira cupu, jagonya just fight." With a smile smile. "Not hot po your feet?"
"It's hot, but how do I want to be afraid of my shoes breaking, hihihi" I replied.
"Hahah saw that the cave maen futsal" I continued my words so as not to be too awkward.
"Good good maen lu"
"Can you?" I went to maria.
"Wih wih" while removing the phone from his bag, he showed me a photo of him being futsal holding a trophy and others. "Later if gua futsalan gua invite" he continued. "We're maen together."
"Okke." I replied briefly to him.
The wall clock kept spinning the classroom atmosphere as usual, I econ he fell asleep once on the table, did not feel the second break bell and soon entered the lesson again and the bell went home, I immediately took Econ home and changed clothes to find the coffin of money as a parking lot for my pocket tomorrow.