HABIBI QOLBI
CHAPTER 3 When Your Name is Called
“Ais, I guess you haven't told us yet, how did you watch yesterday?” celethuk Zaira closed the book
“Ah, you are right Za, usually have not watched, Aisyah has been able to predict who won,” Arum looked at Aisyah who was sitting next to him.
“kirain me y'all have heard my talk about badminton,” Zaira
and Arum shook his head. “You want me to tell you ,nih?” they nodded. Aisyah fixed her sitting position.
“Badminton game yesterday was very exciting. A quarter of the Gor Amongrogo stands are filled with spectators. It was still a quarter-final. Although this match is national in scale, but many players from abroad who participated in the match,”
“Is there Hendra Setiawan too, Ais?”
“Neither Za. If Hendra had entered Platnas. If this match, most played from Djarum's team, Jayaraya Jakarta and many more. But, I salute them, their game is cool. Moreover, players from Djarum, they already have qualified skills. I'm sure one year ahead they will be in the Platnas.” team
“If the player from Djarum, do not ask again. Indeed, I do not know much about the world of badminton, but players output djarum kayak Hendra, Ahsan, marquis Kido, all become world champions,” said Arum
“Wahh.. You know a lot of badminton players, Rum?” Zaira Arum smiled. “ya it is, not only Aisyah who ngefans the same badminton, but my family also, Ahh. Don't mind my words, continue your story Ais,”
“What should be continued? if you discuss the match, until the mallm also will not be finished, the point is I am very happy, can watch badminton yesterday”
Aisyah was no longer able to, describing her expression of joy because she could watch a badminton match. His hobby of playing badminton was ingrained from childhood. He was once in his mind to be an athlete. Unfortunately, that ideal was dashed after he realized that his body did not support his ideals. Aisyah's thin and short body, making her have to bury her ideals. Remembering the past, it can only open old wounds. For Aisyah, although she can not be an athlete, but did not regret her love badminton. I like badminton!
“Ais, are you not thinking of becoming an athlete?” cetus Arum
“Which why?is something wrong? I'm sure you're not just watching badminton, but the lyrics are the same, right?” goda Arum elbowed Aisyah.
“Could be tuh, ngaku aja deh Ais...certainly yesterday you also look for cem-ceman also right?” ledek
Zaira raised both her eyebrows.
“Ah, these two of you, there-there's aja.So far, not the time to think of a girlfriend. You guys know, we don't know the term dating,hehehe..” Aisyah's little laugh.
“But that doesn't apply to ustad Hafiz right?” zaira said in the last sentence.
“Loh, how come Hafis anyway, what does it have to do with him?” Aisha was shaking her lips.
“His relationship will be answered this afternoon, ayoo... We are already late!” Arum stood up, passed away.
“Means?” Aisha is confused
“Ah, you base Ais, the hole is crumpled again,” Zaira patted Aisyah on the shoulder, and caught up with Arum.
It sucks both of them. Saying something without continuing the meaning. Just make me curious. Why, ustad Hafis entered the conversation earlier. Ah, never mind…
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