Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 51 (Jealous)
After arriving at the sports hall, Zanjiil who paired up with Covitria gave a sharp eye look to the opponent who was in front of him.
“It is better to give up, before losing!” Zanjiil pointed his racket at Gibran and Kissky.
Kissky and Gibran laughed amusedly at Zanjiil, who was so emotional, “Don't be too confident, later if you lose even embarrassed yourself! Hahaha!” Kissky teased Zanjiil.
“Betul, better prepare mentally, to swallow your shame, because we won't let you win easily!” Gibran and Kissky do Tos together.
“We also will not lose, how about we make a bet?” Covit made a challenging offer for the friendly match that time.
“Bby!” kissky Sahut.
“Yang lost a field run of 20 rounds!” said Covit.
“Are you crazy?” Zanjiil objected to the bet Covitria made, because he could not bear if his wife had to run the field because she lost the bet.
“Let's just, isn't this more exciting?” Covit.
While Kissky whispers to Gibran, “Hey, you're a badminton guy right?”
“Lumayan, take it easy, we will win.” with no talent, Gibran assures Kissky, if they will not lose.
“Alright, I believe in you.” with mutual trust, both of them also accept challenges from Zanjiil and Covit teams.
“We accept your challenge, do not regret that you lost a landslide!” kissky said with confidence.
Zanjiil flinched, as his wife took it for granted.
“If you lose, just know the taste!” zanjiil Mumm.
Without further ado, the match began immediately.
Zanjiil could not resist his frustration with Gibran, as his rival accepted the challenge Covit gave him, without thinking about the impact.
That time the first serve was on Zanjiil's team, he also mercilessly served death in Gibran's face.
Pluck up!
“Where the hell is Bran! Catch the right dong ball!” said Zanjiil with his face.
“Sorry-sorry, I didn't focus!” sahut Gibran's.
“You intentionally yes Jiil?” ask Covit.
“What do you mean? Let's play! Don't talk much!” pekik Zanjiel's.
After the two teams were ready to return, Zanjiil again gave his death service.
Plok! again, he aimed the shuttle cock (ball) at Gibran's face.
Zanjiil did not give his partner a chance to hit the ball. Zanjiil also always directs the ball continuously at Gibran.
Plok plok plok!
“Akh!” although his body is stocky, but the touch of the ball that continues to make him grimace in pain.
“You all right?” Kissky touched Gibran's face, which had just been hit.
“Iya, I just to lilipan, so can not catch the ball.” Gibran lied, ashamed of Kissky.
Zanjiil who witnessed the hot scene even felt stifled.
“Wait a minute, Gibran is still in pain!” kissky.
“Newly so, suck!” Zanjiil mocked Gibran.
So childish is he! inner Kissky.
“Are your eyes better?” ask Kissky.
“Iya, let's start.” They also restarted the unfinished match.
The selfish Zanjiil continues to attack after attack on Gibran and Kissky's teams.
It didn't take long, Kissky and Gibran's team lost a landslide. Zanjiil and Covitria managed to bag a score of 100, while Kissky and Gibran zero.
“Sorry yes Ky, because of me you got a punishment.” Gibran was very sorry, because of his inability, Kissky had to undergo a 20-round running bet around the field.
“Nothing, we live together, must be exciting, we used to do it often right?” kissky said with a sweet smile.
Then Zanjiil came to the two by wiping the sweat that soaked his body.
“Sana! Around the field!” he also told Gibran and Kissky to immediately implement the bet that has been agreed.
“Alright, come on Bran!” Kissky clasped Gibran's hand.
“I'm Ky, you don't have to come.” Gibran who felt guilty intended to run away alone.
“What do you mean?” Kissky scrunched his forehead.
“Jill, Vit, may, if I run, Kissky does not need to come, I will do as many as 40 rounds,” he said.
“What? Are you strong?” Zanjiil raised next to his eyebrows.
“By Kissky, I can definitely!” Gibran grabbed Kissky's shoulder next to him.
When Zanjiil's face turned red, his mind really did not accept, if others attention to his wife.
Pluck it!!
An enraged Zanjiil threw a small towel wiping his sweat on the floor.
“I'm the one who replaced Kissky, why should you!” Sontak Kissky glanced at Zanjiil's face.
What the fuck? inner Kissky.
“If you're willing, what's wrong!” Gibran accepted Zanjiil's kindness with pleasure.
“Come! Don't be long!” Zanjiil stepped into the ball court first.
“I go first yes Ky.” Gibran said goodbye to his best friend.
“Oke, passion yes!”
Zanjiil, who heard his wife encouraging others, clenched her hand firmly.
You should have told Huwl that! Not Gibran! inner Zanjiil.
He who was severely disappointed hurriedly left the building, because he was afraid to ride the apoplexy if he had to hear or see his wife's intimacy with others even further.
...Seriate......