the poor child fate
A will that cannot be fought
Passing the stage of selection of exams that are so difficult to accept at one university with 'A, ' accreditation is not in vain to study really, produce results as expected. Enthusiastic, one weekend this weekend, Galvin spent time to go to his college, after he accepted the major in sports, wanted to achieve a dream that had been from childhood that is to become a boxing teacher.
Hence when the 'MMA' training took place, so did Galvin's spirit to immediately go to class. Every move that the coach tells you, Galvin must have applied it well. So that makes a man who one class with him, very envious, when Galvin is praised always by the coach.
After the break, Galvin went to the dressing room. "What's wrong?" raised Galvin's face on a burly man in front of him was blocking the way.
"Gue commemorate the same you, well, you better get out of this class ... or your life will be threatened." Threaten the foreigner.
Smiling wryly Galvin heard the thing coming out of the mouth of the foreign man who dared to rule his life. "Unfortunately you think, your self is God ... ." Continuing Galvin's steps, he interrupted from beside the person in front of him.
Bugs!
Dropped Galvin on the floor, feeling the crust of his sweatshirt was pulled by someone from behind. Seeing the foreign man's hindering foot just now wanting to step on his face, Galvin's reflexes rolled his own body to the side, before completely stepping on his face. Nimblely stood up from his place, taking a mop next to the door.
Prak! The mop's wand was broken, after Galvin smashed it into the foreign man's head.
"Dare to play with things, you coward .. bare hands if you're good at hitting like, sir the coach said just now to you."
Hearing the condescending words from the stranger, Galvin chuckled on the spot. "You better learn first to control your emotions, and never envy people." Reply Galvin took off the mop stick from his grasp.
"Well let's see who's really good at punching ... ." The foreigner, flexing his head with his own hands, began to display a serious expression like a boxer in the ring staring at his opponent.
The size and shape of the body is not a problem in declaring victory or defeat in a fight. Most important to Galvin was mentally strong to fight this person in front of him, taking action to dodge after getting three punches that made the body become weak. Getting a chance to get out of the locker room door, Galvin immediately ran towards the outside of the classroom.
In front of the boxing class, he saw a small solid stone, taken by Galvin, turning his body back to face the stranger. "Dog, bbi, die you .. ahg!" gasping for breath, Galvin sighed every time he hit the stranger's head with a stone in hand.
Galvin was satisfied, seeing the man who challenged him just now lying with his head swollen, and eyelids bleeding. It wasn't over yet, when Galvin saw the crowded surroundings, someone reported directly to the Dean, regarding the events that violated the rules of the faculty. Require Galvin to accept the reality of the decision from the Dean, when later on the matter.
***
The feeling of pleasure to meet the friend, faded immediately to hear an information about his friend who was lying critically in a hospital. In front of an action room door, a man attentively stroked the back of a friend who was feeling very fragile with the expression of closed eyes, sitting them, on a chair. Can feel Galvin with what Thomas feels is currently waiting for news of his dying lover in there.
A few minutes in front of the room, a man with eyes wearing glasses, came out from inside the action room. Lekas made Galvin with Thomas straightened his knee, facing the man who was the doctor. To the astonishment of the two friendly men, seeing the disappointed face of a Doctor, made them very heavy to ask.
"Sorry, you're from Miss Monica's family?" the doctor asked with a very heavy voice.
Nodding Thomas' head, not wanting to linger for an answer actually happened. "I'm Monica's husband, Doc, how's my wife doing?" little lie Thomas gave an explanation, before asking.
"I'm sorry, sir, we the medical team have been on duty to the fullest extent possible, but ..your wife, who has a very severe coronary artery, makes her beyond help." The doctor with a very sad face, looks very sorry because he cannot help his patients. The doctor left from the presence of the two friendly men after giving information.
It felt very loud a throbbing in the head by himself after hearing the true explanation of the beloved, pecking Thomas in place. Understanding what the doctor meant made Thomas very devastated by his heart, as well as his current mind. The body was so limp, Thomas leaned against Galvin's faithful chest beside him.
"No, I still don't accept the doctor's statement just now.No way the strong Monica suddenly had to fall asleep for good." Bright Thomas with an irregularly raised chest.
"If the Lord wills, the strong will also submit with his will, Thom."
"But why must my girlfriend first wanted, why not me first. Or at least the two of us together willed to leave this world?"
"Gue admits the world is so unfair, but God has a purpose behind it all." Galvin's reply attempted to appease Thomas who was being slightly possessed by the devil. "So, it would be nice for us to pray for Monica to be calm there. I can feel what it's like to see or hear our loved ones die. But isn't there still a precious person in this world besides him?"
Open Thomas's eyes, after a long period of tightening, aware that there is still someone he needs to pay attention to before there is no. Turning Thomas' head away from Galvin's chest, Thomas turned firmly to Galvin who had just asked at the end of his sentence, impressing Thomas as a friend.
***
A fat man, after waking up his wife to make breakfast, before actually preparing to leave for work. Sitting daydreaming the bearded man, on a chair, immediately provoked eyes to highlight his wife who was in the kitchen there, was cooking smartly. Shaking Bonifacio's head, remembering soon he had to work, so, not for the time to tempt the wife to make love with warmth.
Smoke with the distinctive aroma of a chicken wrapped in flour, on a frying pan with a medium-flaming stove. A small smile a woman feels her initial task can go well, quickly turn off the stove. Immediately deliver the food that has been on his side, in front of his beloved husband.
"Please eat, honey ... you value it, how does it feel from the lowest number that is one, to the highest that is ten." So graceful Magda thrust a plate containing a piece of fried chicken flour to her beloved husband.
Blowing smoke out of a chicken in front of him for a moment, he threw Bonifacio's sweet smile at his wife. "From the aroma alone, allowing the taste will not disappoint those who enjoy it." Bonifacio's sparkling face, praising his wife's cooking.
"Thank you, but eat first, dong, new value ... ."
Immediately the two are together, enjoying the dishes that are on the table simultaneously. In the middle of his meal, Magda recalled something to a friend of Bonifacio who a month ago his wife died. Although at that time Magda did not have time to attend the funeral of the husband's friend, but Magda's sympathetic feelings appeared instantly on Bonifacio.
"What is the state of your friend whose wife died a month ago?" magda glanced at her husband, then focused on chewing the food in her mouth.
"meaning?" with a frowning Bonifacio full of confusion wanted to answer.
Magda grunted slightly, having to pause her meal to focus on her husband who was less than responding. "Well, I mean, is your best friend still upset with his wife or is he not upset, and the others concern themselves with him after his wife died a month ago?" magda clearly again asked a question.
"Oh, that problem he's asking me for help."
"Soliciting what?"
Serious mood after Bonifacio's hand cupped his wife's hands on the table. "I'm asking you to help Honey find my best friend's lover." Bonifacio looked at his opponent.
As a husband who lived with his wife who had been through more than a year, Bonifacio made sensitive to what he had just said. Soon Bonifacio gave his wife some red money to her to grant her request. At the place where Magda smiled with excitement to get a payment before carrying out the duties of the husband, encouraging herself to quickly find a mate for the best friend of her husband, hoping afterwards, after that, getting more money from her husband.
