TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

Football Match: First Round

Cheers filled the football field in the district this afternoon. The supporters of the two villages have come up with their respective attributes. Because this is a sub-district football field, do not imagine it like Gelora Bung Karno. There is only a small tribune on one side of the field that is used to be a place for sub-district and village officials and some spectators to sit. The other spectators stood at the boundary line surrounding the other side of the field.

The Durian Village team wore blue costumes, as well as its dominant supporters with blue costumes and attributes. While the Manggis Village team, has prepared with our red costumes. Our supporters also appear bold with red attributes that add to the spirit of the players.

Both teams have entered the field. Before the game started we warmed up. There are those who do movements on the spot, some do small runs around the field.

I myself choose to run around the field, because my goal is not just to warm up but to find someone. Yeah, who else if not him, Cindai.

Already three quarters of the field I'm on but haven't seen his figure. Ah, lest he doesn't come. Maybe he doesn't want to see me.

My rotation stopped when I heard a voice shouting my name. My eyes turned, the three sisters who were in the stands with red shirts while each carrying two plastic bottles smashed at each other.

I smiled and waved at them. And ... ah, did I not look wrong? Apparently not! That's true of him.

Scan was there, among my sisters. He was wearing a blue shirt, matching the Durian Kampung team costume. But, the veil is red. Why are the costumes inconsistent? Which team is supported?

Cindai realized I was looking at her. Nervous expression. What he had been standing with my sisters, was now sitting, leaving his face covered by the person standing in front of him.

Even if he's hiding from me, at least I know he's here. A breath of fresh air seemed to hit my face, giving a greater positive energy.

I also returned to running small, completing the warm-up until finally the referee blew the whistle to gather the two teams to draw which team will control the ball at the beginning.

Grace began to dribble. The more the game. I honestly was amazed. But that doesn't mean I can't keep up. Of course I gave it my all to be able to suppress his attack and launch my attack.

Until finally in the minutes leading up to the end of the first half, Rahmat had penetrated very deep into the penalty box. I saw he managed to pass Mono who guard the midfield, Rohim and Ucup who guard the back defense and finally is now facing Pardi who faced in front of goal.

Yes, God ... like a dream I saw the ball shot sharply, unattainable by Pardi. Breaking into the goal of the Manggis Kampung team through Rahmat's right-footed kick.

One-blank, temporary win for Kampung Durian team. The referee blew the whistle to mark the end of the first half match.

For a moment I caught the look of mercy on me. The look of arrogance over his success at the same time implied a mockery to me. Maybe he feels better than me.

Take a look at my sisters. One by one, I watched them. Sapphira was seen covering her face with both palms. Nadira opened his mouth wide in disbelief. While Zagi seemed to put both hands on his head.

Another person, the girl standing behind them, was putting her right hand shut her mouth, as if she could not accept what had just happened.

Cindai looked unhappy with the goal scored by Rahmat? Ah, does that mean he supports the Manggis Village team? Supporting myself?

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