Miyawlova
Refinery Lose

Suddenly...

BRAAAAC

The influence of this thick karate shirt material so fitting rubbing into the sound. Rich again wear gunny sacks, anjoy!

Without me wondering Gilang suddenly hit me. He was crying as if he wanted a rich little boy. I pat her back.

"Everything out, Gay, go out. Let you be relieved. I know you're just shocked by gini's rich condition. Get out of it all, Gay," I said slowly.

Cring while making a sound. Really rich crying leaked if the toy is damaged or if you ask to buy something but not obeyed. Missing a cry of shock while curling me.

"Gue's scared, Le. I'm scared!" said Gilang on the sidelines of his cries.

"Yes, same. I also. And everyone is here" I said. Gilang. "Everyone has their own fears. Fearlu is a reasonableness, Gay," I said.

Gilang let go of his embrace. "Gue can't be afraid" said Gilang as he wiped his weary eyes. "Lu's wrong. No one forbids you to be a coward. You can't be brave if it's just lying down" I said.

"What the hell, Le! Not to encourage me!" galang Protest.

Heh, Gilang's. About the scene we are again sentimental gini, do not you think I want to snack you rich mom-and-mom to her son!

"Ngapain? It's great, it can inspire yourself," I said. "Iiii.. zahin I'm not!" force Gilang with a tone like a child asking to buy candy.

"Ga! Males," I said. "Ih! Yeah already!" He got upset and turned back and left.

"Gay, think again why are you here! I hope it excites you" I said. Gilang stopped his steps. He listened to my words while staring at me.

Cross turned body. He smiled with a thumbs up, kept him back to me and continued his steps to go to the arena.

"Miss... Neng.." There's my noel-noel. "Yes?" I said while looking.

"The audience, right? Sorry, the audience can't come here. If Neng is not an athlete, Neng must have." said mamas-mamas while pointing ID Card.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," I said. I also returned to the stands. "Where are you from, Le?" ask Dwi. "I've been excited about Gilang," I said. "Ciyeeeee... The comparable and the excited.. Ahek," said Nita. "Slebew," said Reka. "What the hell are you on!" i said.

Rolling time. Gilang back to match. Again the same thing happened as the first match, Gilang escaped because his opponent admitted offense.

"Gue can't do it anymore, Le. Missing time every win more and more bonyoknya. It was on the face, now the shin in the leg, before the stomach until he coughed up blood," Reka said.

"Yes, I'm not strong either. I can go out first, can't I?" Dwi. "Follow!" said Nita. "Ah, ga loyal friend of all of you!" my protest.

"What are the loyal friends. Later if it's been hard we will be faithful again really," said Nita. "Complac!" i said.

Friends were saying goodbye and they went out GOR. I still stay as a loyal supporter of Gilang. Actually my heart is also weak to see that, richly called Reka earlier. But my determination is bigger than all that. Le, you're strong, Le! Glad that the crybaby is rich so strong all that pain. Your time isn't, Le?

Time continues to roll, it is time for Gilang to fight for his position in the top three. Of all the matches, the points he can produce are small points in the form of punches, it can also be counted fingers.

True said the audience beside me, Gilang is too stiff. Gilang is only a champion in theory, but Gilang direct waterfall looks very public.

My eyes have swollen watching Gilang from earlier while crying. "Sister, is that Brother's girlfriend?" bocil said to disturb me. "No, that's my brother" I said. "Oh, yes. The guy was very whiny, brother," said the leak.

"Huh? Don't be sooty, Bocil," I said. "Seriously, Brother. I saw him cry at the WC, '" said the leak. "Yes, pain times. His face was all smashed," I said. "Yes, that sweet moment, brother? The noise was shocking," he said. "Ah, noisy you, Bocil! Udah, uah. Don't bother me to watch!" i said.

Gilang is my shayb. I know how to tell how to tell people. The more I willingly accept his flaws, the more I care about him. I want to change the cake, it's nothing. He remains my soul.

The match starts again. The referee before continuing, he glared first at the Gilang and richly said something and kept Gilang nagging. The referee nodded as well and positioned the two participants in their usual places, on the left and right of the referee.

BUUUG...

As soon as the referee allowed them to fight, Gilang immediately ran forward to sneeketin the opponent and face the opponent hit bogem Gilang.

"YAME'! IPPON AKA!" the referee said stop and tell him Gilang scored a point. "OSH," said Gilang while respectfully bowing for a moment.

"HIMME!"

The match resumed. The grizzle looks more aggressive than before. The style of the jamet is still there, he likes to grimace himself mocking the opponent. Unfortunately, this opponent looks so calm. Rich is not so much his emotions.

"HAYYA...!"

PRAAK... BUUG...

Gilang tried to kick but his legs were caught and Gilang locked kept slammed the same opponent and fitting fell Gilang hit his stomach. Cough again.

"YAME!"

The medical team and the referee confirmed Gilang's condition again and Gilang rich insistent on continuing the match.

The match continued. Gilang increasingly aggressive but the kick that is always thrown is always losing quickly with a stalk and elbow opponents. I also take a kick, because the points are big.

Refined to get tired. His opponent was also still holding back his power. The opponent of Gilang kaya less often nyang. I round my eyes. Let's not say this is an opponent's tactic to make Gilang soybean.

"CRAZYYAAAAANG... SAVING ENERGY!" shout me.

Ever since I shouted so Gilang never again floated his kick. He knows he's weak at kicks. Actually he was weak in the punch but with Gilang punch can move faster.

The first two minutes of Gilang excelled with the score collected small bulging blows, five-three.

In the last minute, Gilang's opponents began to attack. Gilang compared to the competition with other participants in the beginning was now Gilang seemed to have an increased movement. Multiply repeatedly lift the stalk.

It turns out that floating the tank can be devious of energy, especially repeatedly. I could see both participants were cape, but Gilang was more severely tired.

I am sure Gilang almost gave up not because of the pain of being beaten, but because of fatigue.

Then...

BUUUG...

Gilang got a three-point kick. The opponent was superior, five-six points.

If one more punch Gilang managed to score points, it would make a draw. But, but... Gilang... collapse!

"Mas, was that a violation? Ga violations?" I said I panicked it to the audience next to me. "No, Ma'am. It was a coin kick. Falling is not due to a violation. It looks like full control. The technique is very clear" said the person beside me.

TEEEETE...

The match ended five-nine.

This is the end of the struggle. Gilang held his hand the same as his opponent to be helped up. They both stood with the referee in the middle again. The referee exclaimed continuously raising his hand towards the opponent Gilang. Gilang failed to occupy the top three position.

Cross back to the stands with a bony face but beaming. I don't see any sadness in his eyes.