The Era Of Footballer
Chapter 8 - Day of the Match
Day by day it continues. The treatment received by Rigla was getting rougher.
When Rigla was inside the toilet-shaped toilet partition, from the top of the water partition the comberan entered wet the Rigla clothes.
When Rigla returned to class on a rainy day, she found the bag and its contents, both the four-sheet essay paper and the notebook wet until it was pulled to shreds.
When Rigla is in the bathroom (a cubicle-shaped toilet/like toilet in the mall), from the top that is not closed, the water flushes Rigla until the bucket that holds the water is thrown into Rigla.
When walking to the cafeteria, every step there is always a scuttle, disturb, or pat (hit/snatch) Rigla.
One generation away from Rigla, only Fergie remained loyal beside him even though Rigla always kept her distance for a while. Even so, Fergie paid no heed to it. He was prepared to endure the same treatment that Rigla endured.
However, Fergie does not get the same treatment as the "school" gave Rigla.
Fergie was frustrated with the treatment received by Rigla. He even protested loudly to hit the table when he was in class at break time. However, her classmate pretended not to hear what Fergie was protesting.
Once someone heard, instead tried to shift the topic protested by Fergie to tell Fergie to stay away from Rigla.
The irritated Fergie had repeatedly asked Rigla to fight back. In fact, he asked Rigla to change schools.
However, as usual, Rigla always refused with a thin smile and gently stroked Fergie's head.
"Look, there's gonna be time." It was something Rigla always said to Fergie when Fergie asked Rigla to "fight".
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The day of the game arrived. Rigla comes to school as usual, though people around her look unusual. He was still 100 meters away from the school gate, but a cynical look full of dislike had already been felt by Rigla. Mr. Yudha who was in charge of checking the neatness and completeness of student clothes and guarding the school gate, shouted at the students who were there to immediately enter.
Rigla approached Mr. Yudha and greeted Mr. Yudha.
"Rigla, today is the day, isn't it?" asked Mr. Yudha to pat Yudha on the left shoulder. Rigla nodded.
"Michel is a great player. Had Diego not attended this school, surely Ace's nickname would have been Michel, Be careful. Show your abilities. All in order to dispel my doubts about yourself, hahaha." said Mr. Yudha with a little joking.
Rigla smiled faintly and walked towards the classroom.
Like before entering the gate, a cynical look full of displeasure he felt both from behind the classroom window, the people who gathered in front of the class, to the upperclassmen who were on the edge of the fence upstairs the school.
Rigla is indifferent, walking just like normal days.
Until finally, when he opened the class, he saw a different expression from his classmates.
An expression he had never seen during his schooling. A combination (expression) between sad, angry, and as if to say "i told you already!". A student with an open top button as well as a "rogue" appearance ran towards Rigla.
A fist floated up, with a crushing blow to Rigla's left cheek. Rigla falls out of the classroom, leaving the people in the hallway shocked.
"Fuck! Because of you, Fergie got your bad luck, didn't she!" the student shouted with a red face.
Rigla's downward-facing eyes widened at a glance.
"Happy?! Huh uh?! SATISFIED ALREADY?! You scoundrel! If you want to be hard, it's hard on your own, Dog!" the snapping of which then kicked Rigla's right cheek.
Rigla did not fall, but her face was facing to the bottom left.
The students in the next class immediately flocked out, as did Rigla's first classmate. Foul whispers began to sound and slowly filled the school hallway.
The whisper slowly turned into speech, then a shout. Shouts of mockery against Rigla that makes a Fergie (the majority of students at the school do not know who Fergie is) injured because of Rigla. They blame Rigla, knock Rigla mentally. Make Rigla like a Villain in a movie.
Rigla slowly begins to stand up like a blood-soaked Superhero. His head was still down, his hands were limp hanging. His feet tried to find balance, his shoulders justifying the straps of the bag.
He then walked away just like that. Of course, it made the cheers towards him even louder.
"SUCKER! A COWARD! A COWARD!"
"BANKS! SISSY! SISSY!"
"BASTARD! THE RUBBISH! RUBBISH!"
Elina who was in the classroom, alone, could only bite her finger. He then put his palms together and prayed for a prayer for Rigla. He prayed, as he had always prayed for Rigla's safety in the days before. Because he realized, only praying could he do.
"Lord .. Please Rigla!"
Rigla who walked like a dying man, made the surrounding students look at him in wonder, holding back laughter, even mocking him.
"Look! Where is this limp going?!" said one of the students who was then followed by the laughter of people around him.
Rigla kept walking with both ears always filled with mockery and insults from the surrounding students.
In fact, when he was on the 2nd floor, on the floor the upperclassmen were on, the footprints he got. Not just once, but twenty times.
And just like downstairs, ridicule and insults filled both ears.
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"Sir Yudha .." said Rigla like a zombie.
Mr. Yudha who was teaching, immediately understood the intention of the arrival of Rigla. Mr. Yudha closed his marker and said, "Children, please head to the main square immediately."
One of the students raised his hand and asked, "What's up, sir?"
"Go straight to the field," replied Mr. Yudha.
The students who were already wearing sports uniforms, inevitably moved from their seats. They were suspicious because they saw Rigla coming. They wanted to insult Rigla, but they didn't dare because there was Mr. Yudha. They could only shut up and give a cynical look towards Rigla.
Once the class was empty, Mr. Yudha approached Rigla.
"Wait here, I call Diego. When the time has shown at eight or less a quarter, go straight to the field," said Mr. Yudha holding Rigla's shoulder.
Rigla nodded slowly.
Mr. Yudha left the room.
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Time has shown at 07:40.
All students are already on the edge of the main field where the main field is a football field.
FYI: Unlike in the real world, the football field that exists in the world of the Era of Footballers, is 3 times wider. The size of the goalposts is also one and a half times larger than the size of the goalposts in the real world.
The students who were tired of waiting for about 10 minutes, began to feel bored. HP, which is a temporary solution, cannot ward off the sunlight that makes the students' bodies become sultry.
And suddenly, there was the sound of the trumpet like the days of the kingdom. The typical students with the voice, immediately looked towards the west of the field. Down the stairs, Michel came as a holy knight riding on a white horse. He came gallantly, like a hero who had just won a battle. He was greeted by the students with cheers like the people who welcomed the arrival of the crown prince.
So, the plateau height between the school building with the main field is different. The school field is about 2.5 meters lower. So there is a ladder used by the students to go down to the main field. At the back of the school building, there is a brick road.
"MYCHEL! MICHEL! MICHEL!" the students chanted for Michel's arrival excitedly.
Seeing the arrival of Michel, made the students immediately understand and 100% sure of what would happen. The match, which has been a hot topic for the past week, will be held soon.
"I BET ON MICHEL!" shouted one of the blond students lifting a handful of money.
"HUH?! YOU THINK SOMEONE'S GONNA BET ON THAT SHIT?!" reply other students.
The students laughed out loud. They started talking about the score going to be how many empty. They also imagined how Rigla would suffer on the field when facing Michel's Holy Knight Kick. They kept laughing insulting Rigla.
"I BET ON RIGLA!"
The sudden sound of screaming rang out, making the silence of all the students present. Simultaneously, they looked up and saw a student panting. Then they laughed out loud.
"AHAHAHAHA! I can't believe a School Angel has such poor eyesight!" sack one of the students.
"Yes, School Angel! Maybe after this your nickname should be replaced! So, Minus's eyes!" teasing other students.
On the other hand, those who truly admired Elina, felt disappointed by what Elina had just done. Her classmates could only stroke the chest looking at what Elina had just done.
It's okay .. It's okay, Elina! You ... have done the right thing. Let it go, let them stay away from you. Sacrifice your abal-abal nicknames. What an angel shuts himself off from truth and goodness! elina's temple puffed out the chest.
"Well, yeah, yeah .. I'll also bet on Rigla, too" said one student who came from the left and suddenly grabbed Elina's shoulder.
The students went back to silence. The laughter that had previously broken suddenly stopped just like that. After a previous Angel School, now, the student who became the prima donna of the school before the arrival of Elina, namely Dea, supports a Rigla.
"Well, rather than supporting an abal-abal 'satria', it's better to support a genuine warrior who is always fighting, right?!" said Dea who was smiling by raising her eyebrows towards Elina.
Elina smiled widely and nodded her head. From the right side of Elina, a hesitant student came and said quietly and quietly.
"I-I will also support her ...!" said Renatta timidly covering his face.
"Why?" ask softly Elina.
"He .. he .." said Renatta, who then turned red as if the hot water had just boiled.
"Well, he has his reasons. Just like you, right?" dea said to Elina. Elina nodded her head. Dea let go of her embrace, walking forward down one rung of stairs.
He stretched his body and said, "Now, where are our unyielding warriors?"
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