The Era Of Footballer
Chapter 1 - Football Players
The blue sky stretched out with the clouds moving slowly with him.
A young man in a school uniform was lying on a grassy sloping ground with his legs crossed and both hands made headboard. Closing both eyes, enjoy a puff of soul-soothing plan.
"Super me!"
The voice of the child excitedly.
The ball is kicked, passed to him.
"Okay, get ready!"
The little boy ran the ball, passing two-three players very quickly. His agility made his teammates cheer and his opponent mentally exposed.
"Stop him!" shouted the other little boy who was the opponent.
"Hihihi, just try it if you can!" said the little boy with a small laugh. The little boy again can pass two obstacles easily, staying face to face with the goalkeeper.
"Accept this! Star Shoot!" shouted the little boy in a pose will kick the ball. The ball darted quickly, the goalkeeper could not do much against the kick.
Goals are created, everyone cheers for the kick. The opposing team that conceded the goal was directly blaming each other.
"Aren't you able to take care of him properly?! You five, loh!" the little boy who ruled. The other little ones could only fall silent, it seemed that the one who scolded them was their captain.
The young man who was enjoying a gust of wind, was interrupted by the noisy sounds of the small children.
"Oi!"
There was the sound of a man screaming. The good children who were celebrating and fighting, looked in the same direction. A man in a leather jacket and black hoods walked towards the children.
"A-what's up?" ask the kid who scored the goal.
"You guys play ball, don't you?" said the man clinging to an aura that seemed to be eating the little ones.
The little ones were frightened, especially when they saw the fierce smile of the man in the cave. Shaking for a moment, then running away.
"Hah-hah! I'm just asking, you know!" said annoyed by the man in the village who was left alone in the middle of the field.
When the man was upset, he saw a young man relaxing on the sloping ground.
"Oi, are you playing football?" ask the man in the village loudly.
The young man ignored the scream.
"... I'm asking your dad!" said the man berkupluk by kicking the ball towards the young man.
Without opening his eyes, the young man held the ball with his right hand, making the men surprised. The frown on the forehead disappears, changing with the corners of the lips widened and rising. He immediately approached the young man.
"My name is Diego, Diego! From your uniform, we're one school. What's your name and I've never seen you .. new boy, huh?" diego said excitedly.
The young man put the ball next to him, put his right hand on his head again, and relaxed again without ignoring Diego's invitation.
Diego's eyes twitched.
"Hello? There's someone talking to you here .." said Diego restraining his anger. The young man took a breath and said, "Rigla, Rigla Balasti."
"Rigla, yes .. from the way you hold the ball, your composure, you must be a football player. Do you want to join the klu-" said Diego, who was cut by Rigla. "No."
Diego was a little jolted at getting a rejection so quickly, even before he had time to finish his sentence. "Why? You have talent! It would be a pity if you didn't utilize that talent!"
Rigla was silent. Although only silent, but felt a change in the aura of his body. Rigla's originally calm aura turned into as if saying "Go away, don't nuisance me".
Diego seemed to hit an invisible iron wall at the end. He paused for a moment, looking down at the ground.
Diego took a deep breath, re-enforced his body, and slapped both of his cheeks.
"I'll be waiting for you. Come to our club room tomorrow!" said Diego with a slap on both cheeks.
After sensing that Diego was no longer around, Rigla opened her eyes.
"I shouldn't have caught the ball ... (?)" lirih Rigla.
Next day
Rigla, who came on foot, with a bag attached, saw the figure who greeted her yesterday arguing with the teacher.
"I've warned you many times, still!" snarled the teacher.
"Kan, I told you, my SIM is missing at home!" elak Diego's.
"You think I'm stupid?! You're only sixteen! How can I have a SIM?!" the teacher said with Diego's head.
"Oi, sick!" reply Diego.
"Come, oi, ai. I am your teacher! Call me Mr Yudha!" snarled the teacher.
While the students and the people around the gate saw Diego and Yudha sir arguing, Rigla nonchalantly walked through the gate.
Seeing Rigla who had passed through the gate far enough away, Diego immediately shouted his name. "Oi, Rigla!"
Highlight everyone's eyes, not least Mr. Yudha, headed straight towards Rigla. Like dozens of swords pointed at him, Rigla could only be silent.
Fucking bastard ...! inner Rigla with a firm grip on the strap of her bag.
That kid .. I've never seen him. New kid, yeah ...? But why ... he can get to know this one chatty guy? inwardly Mr. Yudha with one hand holding his chin.
"Do you know the boy?" ask Mr. Yudha to Diego.
"Yes, of course! He's a football player!" diego shouted loudly and proudly.
Hearing Diego's words, everyone immediately thought of one thing in common. Football player. Unlike decades ago, football players have different degrees. In general, people who are nicknamed football players are divided into two types.
One, they will be a shining figure.
Two, they will be targeted, dropped, and removed.
Everyone gulped, being wary of Rigla's figure. They immediately thought the same thing, which was to put up the same distance as they did to Diego.
"Football player, huh?" said Mr. Yudha with a grin. "Young man, come here!"
Rigla sighed for a moment, turned around, and walked towards the school gate with a cynical look by the people around.
"You ... are you a football player?" ask sir Yudha.
Rigla immediately glanced sharply to the point of giving off an aura that said "I'll kill you" towards Diego. Diego looked away, whistled nervously, hands off as if he knew nothing.
"Did you hear me?" ask sir Yudha.
Rigla took a breath. "Yes, but first. I don't play football anymore."
Rigla's answer surprised Diego.
"You retired?! At this age you retired?!" ask Diego in disbelief.
Mr. Yudha pulled Diego's head with his right hand back. "Be quiet, I'm talking to him."
"Young man, what's your name?"
"Rigla, Rigla Balasti," Diego replies with a cool act.
"I told you I was talking to him!" yudha sir snapped back with Diego. Mr. Yudha took a breath, calming down.
"You must have a reason to retire, but .. can you consider your decision?" ask sir Yudha.
"Why?" answer Rigla with a question.
"We should talk about this after school. Come to the football club room ...
Football Players."
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