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Win but Like Lose

Today I've prepared with my badminton uniform and also the equipment for the tournament.

I sighed as Aunt Marwah asked me to have breakfast together.

"Mikha, Auntie has made healthy food for the favorite athlete in this house." yes the only one who supports me to be an athlete is just Aunt Marwah, even the mother is just supportive.

I smiled, and wanted to try and support my family like this.

"Alright, thank you Aunt, today I will go alone with Bass, pray that I will bend the gold for me."

"We will always pray the best for you Micah" said David.

I sat down and enjoyed my breakfast, then I said goodbye to go.

Stand up I am here to respond to the condition of the field and the opponent that I do not know who he is.

"Hi, Mikhayla?" greet a man, yes.I know him, Radika, he's the guy I met in the park the other day.

"Radika's? you here?"

"Yes.I played after this doubles match."

"You play son or mix?"

"I'm playing men's singles, but it looks like this time I'm going to play against a woman."

Deg. I was still quietly blocking the bag containing my beloved racket.

"Hey... Don't daydream like that, oh yeah you're done playing?" his voice broke my daydream, just now I wanted to answer my coach had called.

"Mikha?"

"Sorry Radika, I have to leave you, my coach has called me."

He just smiled and let me go.

"Well, may I ask?"

"Yes.please."

"Will my playmate this time be a boy?"

"Yes... You already know that, right? oh yea... Micah don't expect to win this time he's very tough, playing with him is a fortune for you, he's new in Indonesia but he's very good in Japan."

"Sir, are you doubting my abilities? talking win or lose before you enter the field is haram for me." answered me cynically and stared at the racket in my hand.

"Prove to the world we'll finish this game, winning or losing is just a lesson for me" I said determinedly until my name was finally called.

I stepped in with a million trusts, not a single hesitation. Radika smiled faintly at me, she whispered something to me.

"After this whoever loses promises to stay happy, and it won't create enmity in our friendship" he said, and I agreed with him I just smiled.

Arriving in the first round he won a landslide over me where the score was scored 21-14....

I turned to the drinking room on the side of the field, I looked at him and again he just smiled, I replied.

The second round was won by me even though it was only 3 numbers different....

We have to play one more round, then we know who the winner is....

the score is now printed 14-8 and again he won.

Up to 18-17 and again he got, and at the end he was like exhausted and scored 21-20 and it fell to me...

The coach and some friends of mine cried out in joy and called out my name, I still looked at him smiling and shaking hands and left me in the middle of the field to pick up the bag with the equipment he was carrying.

I won but for some reason I doubt, it's not like the victory I wanted, it's like it was made by him.

I WON BUT FELT LOST