The Decile Mr Doctor

Goolls

Assalamualaik…….

O mother - mother, padok-padok, grandma – grandma, onty - onty, teteh – teteh, sister – brother, mbak – mbak, sister – sister alluanyahhhh who was upset by a storm…… How are you ???? Good – well ajah dong certainly…..

Othor wants to say “ Welcome back “ on the othor lap whose writing even the story is still gig…. Still learning stage …. Adjustment stage…. But the othor hopes, the author's writing this time back can entertain all….

Gratitude – thanksgivings can make kelean laugh….

So…. Stay tune here and don't go where – is because othor will start to tell ….. I Lop Yu Pullll Epribadehh…..

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“ KICK “ shouted someone from the middle of the football field. A loud voice sounded. Shouts of – so thick cries of hysteria sounded from every corner of the field.

Mentari afternoons which are usually known as Dusk, do not dampen the spirit of the Bojong Burut Village team and the team from the village next door, namely Bojong Soang village.

Dugs

One of the players receives a ball pass with his head, then pokes the ball forward, until it is a few meters from the goal that has been guarded super tight by the goalkeeper.

Sretti

Dugs

And bobollah wicket opponents. The village team Bojong Burut managed to put the ball into the opponent's goal and scored. Temporary score 1 – 1.

Plok ... Plok ….. The sound of applause from supporters Bojong Bulut to each other signifies they are happy with the success of a striker from their team.

“ ANGGOROOOOOOOO... “ shouted one of the men who was running towards the striker who had managed to score earlier.

The person called Anggoro pointed and pushed the caller's forehead with his index finger as he was about to hug him.

“ Not muhrim. Loe is strictly forbidden to bend – to curl me. Entar my mother asked me to shower penitentan malem – malem. Same in love flower seven forms. “ sengak people called Anggoro earlier.

“ Where there is a bath repent pake’ flowers seven views. Want to remove sye_tan? “ replied his friend earlier.

“ Emang. Kan elo sye_tannya. If you reach me. “ said the Anggoro.

“ Bo_do very! “ the man still hugged his friend who managed to score earlier.

“ Loe is our savior, Nggor.. “ he said later.

“ Isss... Lepasin Put. “ the Anggoro pushed the tall body of his best friend named the Son.

“ Loe amnesia again? My name is ANDHARA pe’a!! Do you think I'm Mumun's cat? “ protest the person who was called Anggoro by his friend and it turns out his name is Andhara.

“ His cat the Mumun mah Anggora. “ his other best friend chimbal menoyor Andhara forehead.

“ Loe appearance if again kayak gini tuh pantesnya called Anggoro. Well, if this morning, from Monday to Saturday, new loe pants use the name of loe Andhara. “

“ Oyyy. So, continued maen? Do you want arisan? “ shouted a man – men from the opposing team.

“ Uh, I haven't yet lost my mind yes. “ sengak Andhara while pointing the man with his right index finger.

“ Ra, mending loe go home. Help mom loe nyuci same cooking clothes. Loe does not pantes in the field. “ exciting others again.

“ Don't you have to tell me it's mah. Entar. If I had broken your wicket again and Bojong Burut village brought the trophy home, I would help my mother wash her clothes, wash her pants, wash dishes, wash the glasses. Even loe's mouth will also be washed so that it is clean shiny. If necessary I rub tuh pake’. Let smooth smooth smooth. Non-dumpy. Moreover, curly tuh lips. “ tease Andhara.

Ha.. Ha ... Ha …. There was laughter from the village team Bojong Burut heard Andhara's words.

“ Not much ba_co* deh loe. Mending loe ready – ready to be mental to accept defeat ! “ replied the team captain of Bojong Soang Village as he passed leaving Andhara and his friends with clenched hands.

Andhara Nurmalia, the daughter of Komsah's mother, who is the girl inside, but the boy outside. That is the nickname that is often friends even people – Bojong Burut village people embed for an Andhara. Wear a skirt only when going to school. The rest, long jeans, as well as short knee-length and oversized shirts have always been his fashion style.

“ Again there is a football match sir? How many ? “ ask a man – men when the car he was riding passed near the football field.

“ Yes, sir. There is a match. Bojong Bulut Village with Bojong Soang. “ replied someone who asked.

“ Looks like a lot sir. “

“ Yes. Our village is indeed the sworn enemy of Bojong Soang village. In almost every game, the victory is very thin. Even often, they have to shoot for penalties because their scores are the same. “

“ Oh.. It's a match for the champion 1 Cup Regent pack. In commemoration of the seven dozen. “

“ Oooo... “ reply male - man while mangosteen – mangosteen. “ Stop for a moment sir. “

“ Yes? “ parcel RW who is controlling the steering.

“ I want to see. “

“ Oh, sir doctor likes football too? “ Ask Mr. RW.

Boy – the man nodded. “ Just love watching sir on television. Never seen a live kayak gini. “

“ Okeelah sir doctor. I pulled over first. “ then Mr. Rw pulled his car to the edge. After that, then, men – men called the doctor also got out of the car and joined docked to the sidelines with supporters to see live football matches that may be far from the word European league.

The doctor seemed to enjoy the match. Sometimes he clenched his hands when the team he was good at lost the ball. The man did not even know which team Bojong Bulut village where he devoted himself to for the next year and which team was the opponent. He just followed his instinct to keep the team in red shirts and white pants. Sometimes he smiles, laughs and even screams.

Mr. RW glanced next to her, then gave her smile. He never thought if people as cool as the doctor who might even just this time set foot in the village was fun to enjoy the match dimeh children – young people in the village.

“ Sir, the player who numbered 10 backs is very cool. “ said the doctor without taking his eyes off the field.

Mr. RW is focusing on the field. “ Who wears a red shirt, what is blue, doctor sir ? “

“ The red one sir. I'm holding a team in a red shirt. “ replied the doctor without turning his head.

Mr. RW smiled. “ If the child is not asked sir. He was indeed the champion in the Bojong Burut village team. He's our mainstay striker. He is a star among the stars. The field will feel lonely if he again misses sir. “ replied Mr. RW with a proud smile.

“ so, I did not choose the wrong jago sir ? “ ask doctor to turn for a moment.

Mr. RW nodded with a smile.

“ Loh, doctor Julio? Kok- “ greet a man – men approach them.

“ Mr. Kades. “ greet Mr. RW while slightly bending his body.

The doctor, whose name was Julio Enggar Prasetya, looked back. Then he smiled and shook his hand.

“ Good afternoon, mr. kades. “ sapanya.

“ Doctor why not go directly to the official house ? Are you tired after a long trip? “ ask mr. kades.

“ Oh, this sir. I want to see live football matches. It turned out to be more fun watching live than just through television. “ said doctor Julio.

“ Indeed, doc. But still cooler watch Man_chester Uni_ted on TV than watch my citizens who only play for the ball. “ joked pak kades.

“ They are cool sir playnya. Especially the number 10 back that. “ said doctor Julio, then he raised both thumbs give a great sign for his champion. And arrived – arrived ….

GOOOOLLLLLL

Rwrrr….. Plok ….. Plok ….. The sound of boisterous uforia and applause returned. Doctor Julio turned his body to see what was happening. Mr. Kades also took part in the crowd to see who scored the goal.

Doctor Julio cheered and raised his hand high – high when he saw his champion player score. He saw the number 10 back player was running around the field while doing a distant kiss that he directed to his supporters. Then the player was raised high – high by his team-mates.

Doctor Julio was a little disappointed because he could not see the moment when the player scored because of the kades who invited him to speak. But he is happy because his champion is scoring goals again. And now their score becomes 2 – 1. The opposing team was upset.

Soon, the game began to return. The match was not as slow. Bojong Soang's team seems grusak – grusuk in play. Scores that indicate they are under the team Bojong Burut the arch-nemesis, making Bojong Soang team play rough in the last seconds.

Srak

Dukes

“ Aaaaaa.... “ heard screeches of pain from the middle of the field. The atmosphere that was boisterous, now became quiet. All eyes stared towards the field with sharp eyes. The idol, the mascot, was lying in the middle of the field holding his leg in pain.

“ ANGGOROOOOOO... “ shouted Andhara's team-mates.

Well, Andhara who was the target of the team's irritation, deliberately kicked his leg by one of the opposing team and made his leg bones ache. He sat on the ground holding his feet.

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