Just a little break
Field Wagon (Part 1)

This is one of Kyuli-Edhan's High School stories. It used to be when other popular children controlled the field to play ball on the school field. The six of us are just despicable losers, who can only lament our fate, by watching their football game that is not too much different from ours.

Their game, oath can be said not very good. Still better ball game Young mothers of my neighbors who again nyuin son. We are not too willing to show off, because at that time our ideology still adheres to the idea of silence is golden’ but because the ideology is felt to be less useful for us, because it is less useful for us, then we turn it into ‘silence it's gold and ceria’.

Not much different. But at least cheerfully we can be useful. If not for others, at least for ourselves. I admit that all members of Kyuli-Edhan are indeed on the same hobby of watching football, hobbies of postage stamps and rain.

Then the best among us in processing the round skin is Bharata. Do not read separately, as it will be BH Rata. Even Bharata has told me that if he were Italian or English, he would have aspired to become a professional footballer, he also has Italian and English names given to him.

Its Italian name is Bharatalo Sempaknaro. Or in England he has the name Sempaknaro On The Tableto. He is good in addition to a soccer genius, English is also mantep, tall and handsome, quite suitable to live in continental Europe, while I.

By the way, most English can only say ohh yes, ohh no, ohh my god. Finally at the end of graduation Rudy who felt bored and tired of the humiliation we had so far. He invited us to play ball in the area of his house, he said there is a field that fits perfectly with the holy souls of our mujahid who are far from worldly life.

Ottawa, ahhh. Though we know it's just an alibi Rudy who asked to be cemented continuously because it has just been cut off as a girl. His girl cheated and made up again the same escrow. If Rudy doesn't have a mental coolie. He must have killed himself by eating a carbole.

My fantasy was drifting far high at that time, I thought that the field that Rudy would point to was a luxurious field, because he lived in a complex area. I imagined a field with thin green grass with a soft red soil. As well as the surface of the field is flat and not wavy, in some corners there are beautiful white angels with reddish cheeks are seriously staring at us.

For a moment I thought if the six of us wanted to be buried there. All Kyuli-Edhan personnel after school hours are finished immediately walk to Rudy's house. There are naek motorbike and there are also naek angkot.

Rudy as the host went home first naek motor, to nyiapin needs, ya say it sii so, continued Aan together with Sigit naek angkot first. Come up the three of us. I, Bharata and Arief. Prefer to walk, let's warm up.

When I was in high school, my body was very small, while Bharata and Arief were very tall. Even some ordinary people do not believe that I am a 3rd grade High School, some of them believe that I am a species of bald chimpanzee from Mars. So if again the way three, feel like a gay couple who adopted a baby chimpanzee.

After arriving at Rudy's house, we were treated to drinks and snacks first. Just relax for a moment. Only then, we were immediately invited to the field, and we were impatient to maen the ball on the field. Arriving in the field.

Allahu Akbar, it turns out far from our five dreams. I swear, Rudy didn't tell me anything about this field condition. Before we had thought of a comfortable and beautiful field. Aan has even brought a bed cover and gas stove. But what we saw was.

All the carts were arranged in such a way as to form a temple. Sontak Bharata named the field after the field wagon. The field for us is more like a desert training ground than a ball game.

In addition, on this court is also in the basketball ring, this field is certainly multifunctional. In addition to football, this field can also be used to play basketball and of course also. This field in Japanese times used to torture the natives.

But because we have already arrived here, already wet, yes we have finally played with three against three. Here I got the luck of less fortunate again, fitting abis suit for dapetin temen. Bharata was a great leader, Sigit with the strength of a thousand elephants, plus he was our leader.

Then Arief with his virtues and wisdom will guide and bring good fortune to them. Bharata with his guerrilla tactics. While I.Dapet temen Aan with Rudy

At that time the size of their weight in late adolescence arguably exceeded normal, which made them more like mascots than footballers. Aan shaped like a cannon jagur, rather than a bellina cannon. Rudy was like an old pregnant ondel-ondel. Haadeuuhu.

Then, a match risking the fate of the universe and its contents begins. Each of us took out what we had. Sigit with Hammer and Thor Axe.

Arief with his strands of words that made us half asleep, and Bharata with his mirage. While we. Aan and Rudy rely on bad and good fats to fight them.

I rely on my patience and my shins are strong enough to last. Even if that is impossible, we remain patient and patient. Hope God's help will come for us soon.

Then unexpectedly and without engineering. The three of us were able to keep up with their barbaric strength, moreover Aan's movements were extremely unpredictable and not easily visible to the naked eye if he was silent. Suddenly the Sigit color can get stuck in his index finger.

Rudy was the same, he used the wind bubble style. Every time Bharata or Arif comes near, he immediately farts. Until the entire field even this complex becomes dark, the birds that fly fall on their stomach. Steady rats, dizzy on their backs.

Finally we are ahead of them, one of the reasons they can be left behind is. Because Sigit maennya seem not excited. Kayak malesan is like that, and what makes Sigit seem not excited like that?

Does this have anything to do with possessions, thrones and widows?