Married Three Breeding Widow
4. Revenge
"He's talented at volleyball." Adji says behind Juwita. "Whichever position he is good. His mother trained him from childhood. But his team he's ugly."
"Don't get into a good school team?"
Adji sighed again. "His personality is not supportive."
"...."
"When Junior High he went to school at a superior Junior High whose team was good, but his team did not like it. In the end he was taught, no one wanted to play with him. Good, but arrogant who likes it? That's what he said."
Hmmm, being a genius is hard too.
"Abi ended up attending a regular High School, but there was no one to compensate her. His team doesn't like him too much because it's too good."
Juwita smiled wryly. "Can I go there for a minute?"
"I don't think so. You'll get her babbling."
"Quiet down. Yesterday we were together. You go upstairs first."
"Related?"
Juwita lifted her thumb, a sign everything was fine.
He walks there, but waits for Adji to leave. Convinced the man had gone up, Juwita smiled widely.
It's time for revenge for boing-boing here. How dare the boy to bully an adult without knowing manners.
"Hi."
The boy turned his head with a sharp gaze, as if ready to kill anyone who bothered him.
But Juwita is not afraid of children. Juwita was delighted, very much enjoying his defeat.
"Say you lost the tournament selection, huh? Cassian. Losing the semi-finals is okay, this is just a selection has lost."
Abhimanyu was clearly provoked. He came to Juwita with clenched hands. "Go."
Juwita raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday it was like a full smile, now it's changing its character?"
"Go!"
Instead of leaving, Juwita picked up the ball in Abhimanyu's hands, then retreated behind the line. The ball he threw up, running a few steps before jumping.
The sound of the ball darting violently rang out clearly, bouncing into a corner in the line before bouncing up the tree.
Juwita lifts her chin, haughty. "Snake brat. Feel the most, Dad?"
If he's an athlete, obviously he knows that the throw was perfect. The ball goes into an angle that is difficult to pick up, and a reflective sound that indicates strength.
"You trying to accept? If you receive good, I'll go."
The character of this kind of boy did not like to be challenged the most. Hence he immediately frowned furiously, going to the other side of the field.
Juwita smiled seeing the serious look she was willing to accept.
It seems that he is thinking as hard as any female player blows, women are still women. Incidentally, Juwita still has a grudge to be avenged.
How dare he call Juwita the board.
"Soner." Juwita retreated, taking the most comfortable position. "It's eighty percent."
The ball floated, Juwita jumped, and the ball darted.
Abhimanyu grimaced to receive it, but the ball did not float, being thrown to the side due to the wrong reception.
"Two points." Juwita posed as though many onlookers were clapping, congratulating her. "A hundred percent now. Be prepared."
He's getting stuck.
Enter the game Juwita.
This time, with all his strength, Juwita floated the ball.
Abhimanyu was glued, in a bent knee position and his hands were ready to receive, but the ball drifted very quickly to the side of his foot without him moving.
"Three points, wuuuu!" Juwita cheered alone. "Juwita is winner!"
The girl ruffled her waist, staring with a small smile at her son's stepdaughter.
"Because you played well, maybe a setter or a spiker? What's name? An ace? Aha, aces. Whether you're a setter or an ace, you play the six, not alone."
Abhimanyu.
"You want to be a god, if you play selfish, no matter how your team mates, tell them to follow you even though you have to worry about them, don't be angry you lose. You don't lose because your team is bad. You're being too selfish."
Juwita.
"Babay, Loser."
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