TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

Football Match: Second Round

The break time is over. Both teams have already taken places in their respective positions after swapping the field. The referee blew the whistle again to start the second half.

In the tenth minute, Mono and I passed the ball to each other to get into the area in the defense of the opponent. Our deadly duet was apparently able to ravage their fortress until finally a defender of the Kampung Durian team kicked the ball out of the field.

The chance to do a corner kick for our team. I'll do it. In front of the goal I saw some of my friends who were preparing to take a kick from me.

I see Mono's position very well. The look in my eyes that were looking at him sharply made him understand what I meant. His attitude is getting more alert.

I'm doing the corner kick. Cross curved towards the front line of the goal. Landing right on the side of Mono's head, which with a single header directed the ball darted into the goal without being reached by his guard.

Goocollll .... Cheers of relief from the supporters of Kampung Manggis team.

Me and my friends did the celebration by hugging each other. At first glance I saw Grace's face, showing a dislike expression. I turned my eyes back to the main supporters in the stands. The three boys were jumping for joy while banging their plastic bottles.

And ... The girl in a blue red hooded shirt seemed to be unraveling a knotty smile on her sweet face. I saw him, but he didn't know that.

To be honest, seeing him smile is much happier than winning this football game. But this game is not finished, and the score is still a draw.

At least ... If me and the team win this game, there's a bit of a gap that could get me to see him. Apologizing to him, prostrating at his feet, receiving punishment from him. Any punishment of origin don't silence me like this.

Do women not know if men feel very tormented when silenced? Hearing tantrums, scolding, scolding or whatever it is will be better than silenced by the woman. Women always think that men feel fine when they shut them down.

Yes, men will still be able to do their activities as usual, but women never know what is happening in the heart. We men feel tremendous pain.

***

The match resumed. Kampung Durian team goalkeeper has scored his kick. The two teams again fight each other for the ball by displaying their respective techniques and strategies.

It looks like the two teams are trying to attack each other and defend the goal until even though the game is almost over, there are no goals created yet.

The remaining two minutes left when I ran towards the goal through the left wing of the opponent's defense and have now arrived in the area of the penalty box. But immediately I felt someone pull a shirt and scuttle my feet to make my body fall to the ground.

At that time Jaka, a midfielder in my team saw it and complained to the referee. Jaka said, Grace did it.

"I was just behind him, not touching him at all" Grace looked at the referee as she glanced at me grimacing in pain.

Apparently he took the opportunity when the referee was a bit away from where we were, plus his vision was blocked by some players around us earlier.

Luckily my position that had run through the wing of the field continues to be monitored by the linesman until when I was in the penalty box. He confirmed Jaka's statement.

Grace's face flushed, either out of anger or shame. But now for sure, the penalty kick will be taken by the Manggis Village team for the punishment for his actions.

And I'll be the executor. I gathered the remaining energy. Stand as strong as possible and throw away the pain of the fall earlier.

This penalty kick should be a beautiful retaliation, my intentions steady.

My gaze was straight towards the ball that was a few meters away from where I was standing. Kampung Durian team goalkeeper is on standby.

The referee blew the whistle sign of mandatory execution I immediately did. I kicked the ball with my right foot after staring intently at the goalkeeper in front of me.

A trick strategy I had done earlier. Staring intently at his eyes and then throwing my gaze to the left side. He followed my path of neutrality, making him automatically throw his body in that direction.

While the actual direction of my kick is different, towards the other side of the goal.

And ... ball that I kicked landed perfectly into the opponent's goal as the sound of a long whistle sign of the game was over.

We win!

The cheers of the Manggis Village team were boisterous, accompanied by the sound of plastic bottles being smashed.

Me and my friends hugged each other.

"Thank you, Dil. Because of you we won after a long time always losing to the Durian Village team," said Mono while hugging me.

"No, No. It's not because of me but all of us" I said.