Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 29: The match

The basketball court was already crowded when Myria and Friska arrived. The benches had been filled, even some of the other students were standing. The two girls did not expect that the audience would be quite a lot, considering it was just a friendly match without the support of the school.

“Full, Fris.”

“Iya, really excited. I guess only third class doang see, adek class even follow.”

The row of benches that were indeed limited and full, made Friska and Myria stand. Intentions want to be in the front position, which is precisely they are at the end of the line with the younger siblings of the class. Myria did not mind, but Friska was a little less satisfied.

“What if we slide to the middle, My?” Friska asked after a frenzy looking for a gap in order to get a better place to watch.

“Where?”

“That, tuh. The middle row must be a place, we see from there, deh.” Hand moved faster than he said, Friska pulled Myria and broke through the group of students or students who had frenzied first.

Drawn so, Myria remained silent. He did not protest much and finally arrived in the middle of the crowd. Cheers from left and right like bees buzzing in the ears. However, Friska still enjoys.

“Sakti, come!”

The voice from the left rang out loud to make Myria and Friska turn their heads. Apparently, the scream came from Risti. The two girls stood not far away. If one looked to the right, Erika or Risti knew the whereabouts of Myria.

Myria squeezes Friska's arm involuntarily upon seeing Risti and Erika's whereabouts. “Swipe, yuk, Fris.”

Seeing the discomfort appear in Myria's eyes, Friska nodded. They shifted again to their original spot and watched from the end of the right row.

“Where to see from here?”

Myria. He looked up and looked up. His round eyes widened when he knew who had just spoken. “Kasa.”

The guy looked down, then smiled. Friska who saw him until he gawked. In Friska's mind, since when Angkasa would pull the corner of her lips during school.

It was not Friska who kept quiet when Myria was approached by men. The girl immediately shifted her best friend to the left, then herself advanced and deliberately positioned her body in the middle as a barrier.

Space whizzed. His smile vanished within seconds of seeing Friska's behavior. However, there was nothing that Angkasa could do to keep Myria beside him.

“Kasa, don't deketin Myria!” Nothing yet, Friska has threatened. “There is Erika there, if he sees you here, my friend is threatened.”

Space's black eyebrows rose one side. His head moved slightly to see the end of the elongated row. He found Erika and Risti in the middle, but the young man's expression was niggling.

“Ngapain take care of him?” Questions come out of Space's mouth as the body returns upright to its original position. He folded his hands to his stomach with eyes occasionally stealing glances at his wife.

Friska hissing. He glared at Angkasa without fear. “Lo pinter in class, but I think stupid about sensitivity.”

“Friska!” Hearing the husband get insult from his best friend, Myria raised her voice. Even though she knew Friska was acting this way to defend her, still Myria did not want to hear that. He was worried that upon arrival at home, Angkasa would give a ban on not being friends with Friska again because of heartache.

However, Myria's mind was wrong. Space never bothered to talk about other people. Especially in a school environment that incidentally contains young children, arbitrary words can come out anytime from mouth to mouth.

“Biarin!” Friska ngeyel outraged. “She didn't know that her ex-boyfriend had gone too far yesterday. You shouldn't get that treatment, My.”

“Friska!” Myria instantly silenced her best friend's mouth. He watched the Space that kept paying attention.

“What was yesterday?”

Push hard enough out of the lips of Space. “Girls are weird.” He did not want to ask again because he would definitely not get an answer.

The match is getting better. Just the first round, while the time is still led by the school itself. All the students kept cheering, each audience had a whiz to support.

The first ten minutes, the whistle went off. Student players disperse and rest for a while. All gathered at one point to drink and set up a new strategy.

Space is an observer of two existing teams. He was silent without wanting to approach the friends who used to be his team.

“Kasa!” Sakti's screams in the air. The vision of the young man was so observant. Space has tried not to stand out by being at the end, but in fact it is still visible. “Come, main!”

“Rik, Space there, tuh.” Risti whispered to Erika.

“Iya, I see.” Erika smiled happily. At first he was just idly watching because he was lazy to go home, but now it seems like he can get unexpected sustenance.

The two girls were waiting for Space's response from the spot. They did not see Friska or Myria. Risti and Erika's focus was only on Angkasa, so the girls in the end crowd were considered underclassmen.

High School 2 students also turned their heads when Sakti shouted earlier. It just so happens that their team captain is Erika's ex-lover. The guy smiled cynically.

“We must win, Guys,” said the young man after gulping down all the water from the bottle. The intention of the match that was originally ordinary, now began to flare up his spirit to win because there was Space. The young man remembered when Erika broke off her relationship and changed schools to pursue Angkasa again.

“Lang, Galang, see noh rival lo.” One member nudged while pointing the bottle forward.

The guy named Galang was grieving. He grins. “She has not been called a rival. I won't fight him again.”

“Alas the injury suffered has not healed, Lang? Hasn't it been a long time ago that accident?”

Galang. “Where do I know. You guys want to be okay, have never seen him play, right? Captain SMA 1 also replaced Sakti.”

The sound of a whistle dispersed the chatter. Galang and others immediately prepare for the next round. The guy occasionally glanced at Space. From his gaze gave a trivial and haughty impression.

The ball is thrown into the air by the referee. The two teams of five students were fighting each other. Only one managed to catch, that player was Galang. As he said, Galang's spirit to win was burning. With his high posture, he was so easy to reach the ring.

Each round there is only ten minutes to score as much, but unfortunately Sakti and friends seem to not be able to keep up. Suddenly their compactness dispersed, footwork and hands could not be as tight as Galang.

“Crazy is a guy, why so brutal is it.” One young man on Sakti's team chapped during the second break. The sweat was already pouring out, but the score was blank and did not add up at all.

Sakti is offering a drinking bottle. “Quiet, there are still two innings. Ntar we are.”

“Yes, if followed, Bro. Second half aja energy already out all gini, how about three and four?”

Sakti chuckles. He cleared the headband, then patted the back of his teammate. “Sabar, winning losing is common again. This part is just exclamations.”

Unlike usual who like whiny and silly, Sakti is able to behave more wisely when leading the team. When the members complain, he must be good at encouraging.

Game time feels so fast. In the third round, when Sakti and friends wanted to catch the score, one of their members was hit and fell.

“Argh!”