
Risda looked at Africenzo, Afrenzo seemed to look very disappointed in the boy fighter under his guidance. Afrenzo looked like he was commenting on something, and Risda saw that he slapped the cheek of the man in front of him.
"Well, what is it?" Risda asked when she saw Afrenzo slapping her.
"Damate, Da. You just saw it this time, right? The more you know the match area, the more you will understand what a martial coach does. I can understand if you have just seen it for the first time," said Fika a little crybaby.
"The coach should slap his students like that? Can't this be said to be an act of violence?"
"In the martial world there is no such thing, there is nothing to be called violence, Da. That is the way a coach galvanizes his students, if he is difficult to say then the coach has the right to slap him. Martial is hard, so whatever it is can't be called violence in martial arts,"
"It has to be like that, right? Poor dong if that's slapped so."
"Geez Risda! Lo kok do not understand at all, did you not pay attention to the movement of the participants? How do you know if you understand?"
"Fik Fika, how can I understand that fast? I am still 1 month to participate in martial arts, besides I also just learned the target. I don't like you who've been with me for a long time, don't want me to be the same lo,"
Risda and Fika looked back at the ring. After getting a slap from Afrenzo, the young man seemed to be more agile than before, and continued to give directions on the movement to be carried out by the young man.
Risda was amazed by the current Afrenzo, deservedly he could be called the youngest coach, because he was able to bring his students guidance to the champion. Papa and Mama Afrenzo are a couple of different fighters organization, and both have won national level.
For some reason, his father did not like to see Afrenzo practicing martial arts and told him to focus more on the business that was pioneered since childhood until the current size. Afrenzo himself is not too fond of the business world and he prefers the world of athletes, because for him being an athlete is his dream since long ago.
"winner's decision! Falling into the corner..... It's red!" Calls a female jury.
Risda also saw the judges raising a red flag, meaning the winner was in the red corner. The place where Afrenzo is, the whole audience cheered to see him, this is the starting round so there are still many rounds to be won to become champions.
The rink is square and has four corners, both corners are occupied by both participants and the official who guides them, while the other two are used for participants who get a yellow card / warning for making his opponent seriously injured.
After the match, Afrenzo and his students rushed to get off the rink. Seeing that it immediately made Fika and Risda rush to come to him, both of them immediately descended from the podium to head to the arena below.
"Ehhh... Why are you two here?" Ask Fandi while blocking the two.
"Gue wants to see Renzo, why are you making me?" Ask Risda sewot.
"This is not a common area that can be visited by anyone, you are not participants so prohibited from entering" Fandi told the two.
"Tapikan we are also part of the martial arts, lo ngak can ngehalangin we so,"
"No, I can't!"
The two were fighting at this time, arriving at the arrival of Afrenzo was approaching towards the two who were fighting. Africanzo beats so hard that he stops arguing right away, Risda and Fandi look like cats and mice, and never get along.
"What's this?" Ask Afrenzo to Fandi.
"He forced his way into the arena arena, even though in addition to the participants were prohibited from entering" said Fandi.
"What's wrong trying? I want to see it firsthand" Sela Risda.
"Some woi! Lo it's not a participant so why did you come in?" Fandi also glared at Risda who could not be said with patience.
"After the game will stop, we will find food first" said Afrenzo who stopped the two men's quarrel.
Afrenzo rushed out of the yard, some of the students who participated under his guidance also participated in the steps of Afrenzo. Risda and Fika who did not want to miss it immediately rushed to run after them.
"Renzo wait!" Shouted Risda while running.
"It's very polite to be a person, he's a Coach here, should call Coach not his name. You weird chick!" A young man walking behind Afrenzo.
"Gue has nothing to do with you, at my boss again," said Risda with a whim.
"Nih the boy was battered once hit by a kick, then once hit it must immediately cry,"
"Bodoamat wek!" Risda stuck out her tongue to mock the young man.
"Da, don't be noisy" said Afrenzo and immediately made Risda silent.
Risda nodded her head obediently, glancing at the young man and mocking him. He also encouraged the bodies of other young men to give him a way to walk behind the Africanzo.
"Renzo," Call Risda.
"Hem.." The answer was just a little bit, but kept moving his feet.
"Whose girl is that?" Ask Risda.
"Which girl?"
"The same lo earlier, who sat in the corner of the same ring lo. She's beautiful, I want to know her,"
"Oh that, he's my student but he's been branched out differently, and was appointed coach just a few days ago."
"Why isn't he going to eat?"
"The victim's still playing in this field, so we go first."
"Oh.. Like that,"
Risda thought that she had been treated differently by Afrenzo, but on one side she also looked familiar with other women. There is a strange feeling that Risda feels at this time, he suddenly does not like if Afrenzo is close to other women even though it is his own student.
They walked on the sidewalk in front of the GOR where the martial competition was held. They all stopped at a stall that read 'Soto a chicken village' on a plaque in front of the stall.
Then, in order to get them all inside, there were about 15 people, including Lorenzo and Risda, who entered the shop.
"What drink?" Ask the chicken soto seller to the 15 people.
"Warm tea!" Answer them in unison.
"White water" replied Afrenzo.
"Warm orange" answered Risda.
"Why is it different on your own, Da? Make it hard to make pesenan lo," asked Fandi.
"Gue does not like tea, if I drink tea it feels nauseous. Do you want me to be happy? Keep on getting dressed?" Risda asked back with a thin tone.
"Not polite,"
"Wildamah! I don't care,"
Again the two of them were fighting, it was like a mouse and a cat if they met each other. Whether anything can be the subject of debate between the two of them, even the matter of drinking alone is able to create a debate between the two.
Afrenzo just shook his head slowly hearing the debate, not long after their order finally arrived. They all enjoy the delicious chicken soto, it really tastes delicious and delicious.
They had also spent a bowl of their own soto, and spent the drinks they had bought. The match stopped 2 hours to prepare the athlete who will enter the language next.
"After this you two go home" said Afrenzo to Fika and Risda.
"Why?" Ask Fika astonishment.
"What time is it?" Ask Risda.
"What time does it start tomorrow?" Ask Risda again.
"About 8 am, and the completion of God's insya at 5 pm."
"All right, we'll be back tomorrow,"
After that, Afrenzo and his students returned to the building where the race was held, while Risda and Fika immediately rushed to the parking lot in the building's courtyard. Both of them immediately rushed to leave the courtyard of the building to go to their respective homes.
*****
"Oh my God! I have a lot of laundry anjiiirrr! How can I come to watch the game on time if this is the story?"
This morning Risda woke up when the sun was up, he looked at the basket of dirty clothes. So piled up his clothes at this time and there is also his school uniform on Monday until Saturday he has not washed.
Because he did not have a washing machine or close to the laundry, so Risda had to wash it himself with his hands. Risda if washing clothes will spend hours, depending on the number of clothes he has to wash.
Looks like a mountain of clothes kelud that is in the basket of dirty clothes, just looking at it has made Risda feel tired before washing it. He immediately took his clothes to the well near his house, he then soaked the clothes in a tub filled with clean water.
"Damn! My soap is also running out again," Umpat Risda with a lump.
Risda forgot not to buy soap yesterday, but he had planned that coming home from watching martial arts matches, he would stop by the shop that was a little far from his house. Because of the rush to get home, he forgot the important thing.
"This is the story, I won't be able to watch it on time."
Risda went back into his house, he took the key of his motorbike, after which he also put forward his motorbike to go from his yard. Risda who habitually wears pants on his knees was also regardless of the views of the surrounding residents.
"Pack soap wash clothes one," Risda said ordered.
"What size is it?"
"Little one, sir. My money won't be enough later,"
"All right."
The seller immediately prepared what was purchased by Risda, after which Risda returned to drive his motorcycle to his coffin. He immediately began the ritual of cleaning his dirty clothes, it felt tired very tired when he washed his clothes.
For a long time he washed his laundry was finished as well, he immediately dried it under the hot morning sun. After that he immediately rushed to his room to see the clock on his cellphone screen.
"Ha! It's half eleven in the afternoon? I'm late to watch!" Shouted Risda frustrated.
So many incoming calls from Fika's number listed there, he was really late at this time. Even Fika sent a message, Risda then read it.
...Message from Fika :...
Da so no?
Woi bales dong!
Is this leaving or is it? It's like this again, where are you woi?
If not, I'm going alone
uh there's Dion coming too
Da
Yeudah I'm leaving now!
^^^Why am I being left out anyway?^^^
^^^Fik wait for me
...----------------...
After sending the last message to Risda, at that time his phone could not be reached. Even the reply from Risda was not seen by him at this moment, it meant that Fika had completely left herself to go see the match herself.
"Oh yeah, I'm left out again."
Risda also threw her phone indiscriminately in the direction, she immediately threw her exhausted body on her bedroom mattress. The event to watch the martial arts match had vanished for Risda, he did not so set out to see it at this time.
With fatigue that immediately made Risda drift into her own dreams, she really felt exhausted at this time, and it immediately made her sleep look very good.
*****
Risda woke up when the time had shown at 3 pm, he immediately hunted to lift the clothesline and fold it, after which he put it back into his closet.
"Think who won? I forgot I don't have Renzo's number, if I've got to ask Kedia."
Risda still imagines the match he saw yesterday, about how the match went, about how Africzo slapped his own student, about the Africanzo who was directing his student.
Risda then opened the milian phone, himself saw so many incoming messages from the grub. In the grub there are only himself, Mira, Rania, Septia, and Nanda.
...Grub message :...
Mira : No info now? there was coffee time
Rania: Is there any money?
Septia: I want Mira to pay
Rania: That's right, that's the way I want it
Nanda : Woi rame mulu, what's wrong?
^^^Risda: Info kill people?^^^
Mira: Want to be your psychopath, Da?
Septia: Crazy is a child
^^Risda: Emang crazy for a long time^^
...----------------...
Risda was busy discussing messages with her friend, she really joined at this time. He missed the martial event, the laundry was piled up a lot, and again Mira even invited him to the cafee.
It is true that Sunday is exhausting and boring at the moment. He did not know what he could do but to break his exhausted body.
*****
"She, your phone so don't see you?" Ask Risda who is currently in her class.
"Nothing, Da. My dizzy samples were loud but I didn't see you either" Nanda said.
This time Kartika did not go to school, Tanteya sent a letter that read that Kartika was sick so he could not follow the lessons today.
"Do you want to play with people? Sorry Tika not that I accuse you, but in a way like this makes me more suspicious of you," Inner Risda screamed despite the smiling face.