Married Three Breeding Widow
22. Talented Hurt
Juwita yawns freely when Cetta finally sleeps. This troublesome boy was really difficult to handle because he could not sit still playing in the same place.
He lay in his playroom, so Juwita only took a thin blanket for him to sleep more soundly.
As Juwita moved, he accidentally heard the sound of a typical ball punch. Apparently Abhimanyu is training his spike jump with a basket of volleyball.
I don't know why Juwita pityed. Not because he trained alone, but because Abhimanyu was so hungry for the game but until now had no chance at all.
Heh. Did Melisa deliberately leave him to mature on his own, huh?
"Yo, Boy."
Abhimanyu cheered even before Juwita came out the side door of the house. "Gue is busy. Don't bother."
Juwita stays down, goes across the net.
"I've also been bosen nemenin adekmu play. Now I'm playing."
His eyes looked very dislikeful. But Abhimanyu kept jumping, throwing hard serves.
"Akh!" yelled Juwita, feeling her hands hurt.
But the next second he stuck his tongue out to the side, as the ball drifted upwards, which meant it was received very well.
"Lack of urticaria. Come on, Cahku. Don't like going to Mama. Come, come. The beast played."
Abhimanyu growled in annoyance. This time he jumped while cursing.
A ball bounced into Juwita's hand before darting to the other side of the field.
"Heh, Boy! You deliberately tilted to let the ball out, right?! Cheating! Huuu, cheat!"
"What did you say?!"
Juwita mocked him, but quietly grimaced in pain.
Justjust wonderful. Sixteen years old he can already hit a ball that hard. Juwita used to receive professional athletes ball blows— certainly not in the match— and the strength is only different forty percent.
Juwita eventually accompanied him to play— alternately hitting each other and receiving the ball.
As Abhimanyu was exhausted from jumping, Juwita came to his side, throwing a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.
"You want to go to the tournament in Asgard, don't you?"
Abhimanyu. But still want to reply, "Papa said that?"
"National tournament time is not now. Just two famous tournaments that everyone's in on, right?"
Popularity is derived from the name of the Asgard school as the best school in the country, and the money obtained from the prize of winning the tournament. If not mistaken, the first champion of any school team, each player will be given a hundred million cash.
Because of the lure of the prize, every school across the country is competing to improve their ability to participate in the match.
It seems that this child is not playing for money, but for popularity. He wants to be recognised, known for being great, and the way to prove that is inevitably a classy tournament.
"You ... actually know you're great, right?" Juwita leaned on the boy, really liking to see him as unwilling under any circumstances.
His face was indeed a fierce face type, it seemed.
"You know you're great, but you're not satisfied that other people don't say you're great. That's a big boy, deh."
"Whispering." Abhimanyu said rudely. "People who sell themselves don't want to know."
Juwita. Didn't expect Abhimanyu to say such a thing.
Juwita's gaze dimmed slightly, but soon she shook her head. "I want to say you are real."
"Huh?"
"There's no harm in wanting to be acknowledged as great. And selfish, well, who the hell isn't? Especially if it's great like you."
Abhimanyu. Directly looked up when Juwita left. "You mean?"
"What else? I mean, you're real. The problem is, even if you are real, still you failed? Something wrong, dong? Teng-tong, what is it?"
Juwita smiled shadyly.
"So being selfish with our abilities doesn't mean you can't get along with bad people, right?"
"...."
"Watch you minjem bus butut people. The goal is not to ride the bus until the destination, but only until your lamborghini car is parked twenty kilometers from where you stand now. Not to win, but to discover where you really can win."
Juwita blinked one eye, berlalh went to take a bath.
His expression that had relaxed immediately turned sour, because it clearly did not miss Abhimanyu's speech.
The one who sells himself, right?
That kid's really gifted at hurting people's hearts.
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