My Love Journey's
Football Learning

Important information! Bianka Becker is not a football player!

Stupidly, I agreed to Paul's offer to play ball. After all, why should I let him act this far?

"Slow it down, Bianka." The snoring carefully? to me, staring at the ball and I took turns. "Nothing is hard as long as you try. Now, kick the ball here."

I let out a frustrated breath while turning my right leg back. Paul's position was only a few miles ahead of me, but I think it would be a miracle if I could pass the ball right at him.

I closed my eyes as soon as I kicked the ball, too scared to see my own results. Just before my eyes closed, I swore I could see the ball drifting far to the side, not toward Paul.

"Open your eyes, love." He laughed as soon as I saw him, stood up.. And the ball was already at his feet? "You did well."

Part of me knew that he was deliberately moving as fast as lightning to pick up the ball and get back into position, as if I were doing well. All that he did was to make me confident. Hm, Paul Klug... Should I treat you for being so sweet?

The reason I asked him to play ball was when he came back from the previous press conference and I had finished studying the materials for today's class, was simply because I wanted Paul to be calmer. Even though he didn't show it clearly, I knew he was feeling helpless because he couldn't play the first week of their game in Russia, where all his team members were already there. Maybe this didn't work out too well, but I still wanted to try.

"Well, actually I know it's not that hard." I smiled with excitement. "I mean, you can score in every game." I purposely boosted his ego to keep him believing that his injuries would not affect his career.

"Football is not just about scoring goals, love. Communication and teamwork are also important," he replied while shaking his head and then grinning widely at me.

The bandage still wrapped his ankle but I could see a slight improvement in his walking. I always remind him to keep compressing his injury, as well as changing the bandage periodically until his leg is completely healed.

"Teach me how to score, I want to kick the ball exactly as you do." I murmured softly.

Before, I thought we were going to play in his backyard, but he took me to the bottom floor of his house instead. You're not gonna believe this... Paul Klug, the person I am currently with, who a few hours ago officially became my lover at once, has some sort of luxurious facility here.

A gym full of sophisticated machines, swimming pools, saunas and other facilities that I can't explain. I don't even know what all these facilities are for, because Paul obviously doesn't have the time to use them.

Then there's a rather outdoor area in the corner of the room with a small wicket standing in one corner, and this is where we are now.

"I'm gonna pass the ball to you, okay?" he said, it caught my attention again.

I focused on him, he seemed to be not playing the ball casually, standing a few meters in front of me. I grimaced while biting my lower lip then nodded and prepared to catch the kick.

Slowly, Paul kicked the ball at me. I almost tripped, but managed to maintain balance. Of course, things weren't as easy as I imagined when Paul turned out to kick him a little hard, leaving me forced to struggle with all my might to grab him with my feet.

"Not too bad," I smiled at him. "His branch is over there, love." Then he shifted a step to the side, then advanced his chin pointing towards the goal that was right in front of me.

I'm nodding. "Okay, okay,"

It's not hard, Bianka. After all, the wicket is not as far as you can imagine. And.. fuck! My kick missed.

"Ah," I exhale, kick towards the ball that slid over the goal. Depressing.

"Wow, just barely." murmured Paul. Then walk to pick up the ball and do some kind of attraction with his feet, until the ball floated into his hands, then approached me with eyes fixed on me.

I laughed softly. "You know? It's not fair, you're deliberately distracting my mind."

"He? Since when do I do that?" he asked in surprise, "Aren't you the one who took my mind off my career?"

I just shook my head to expel the topic. Now Paul was standing right in front of me, looking at me in a way that made me feel like I was wearing the most beautiful dress in the world, instead of his sports pants and hoodie. I felt warm, almost hot every second that passed.

"I doubt my ability to play football in the future" I murmured in a quieter voice.

Paul grinned. "Don't worry, we can handle that. I'll help you, love."

"What time is it?" I asked as soon as Paul threw the ball into the corner of the room.

"There's still about an hour and a half before your class starts." he said, shaking the distance between us and cupping his hands on my hips. I could feel the hand moving behind the hoodie I was wearing.

"Okay."

Then he leaned his body. Grabbing my lips with her lips while her hand moves up to my neck. Warmth ran through my body, and I began to throb with it.

I knew we had enough time to do other activities before my class. We haven't made love for a while now, almost because of my over-thinking attitude, and now I can really take it. And so with his mindful lifestyle, I don't need to stay away from Paul for that reason.

We are together in the real sense, and everyone knows that.

"You spoke very well of me at the press conference." I muttered between kisses, raising my hand from his chest to his face.

Paul followed my movements, raising a little hoodie I was wearing. He seemed to be amused by my words. "What else can I talk about you?"

"I don't know. That's just too... sweet? Thank you, Paul." I replied with a smile, slightly pulling away from him to take off my hoodie and throw it on the floor.

Paul raised an eyebrow, confused and not expecting me to do that.

"I want you to be happy, Bianka."

"I know." I snored quickly and then closed the distance between us and opened one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"Not going to."

"Will you promise?" His gaze suddenly darkened, watching me closely. "I don't want you to be influenced by people who don't like our relationships. Don't listen to any of their comments except the good stuff, like how pretty you are."

"I appreciate your efforts, love." He spoke in a quieter voice, almost whispering. As if someone else had heard it.

Paul very rarely opens up about his feelings, just like me. The more she opened up to me, the more I fell for her. "We will fight together" I raised my hand to his shoulder. "May I ask you something?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I looked up at him. "You remember when I talked to my family, right?" I was nervous, not sure if I should ask him this. I don't want to feel depressed.

"Of course."

"And you know I'm going to visit my dad this weekend, where's my sister going to be?" Paul nodded, looking more serious. "Do you want to accompany me? It doesn't matter if you can't, I understand. I just. I don't know, I think I can relax a little bit if you're there too."

For a moment, Paul was silent. I felt like a fool for asking her to accompany me to meet my own family, not wanting to make her think that I was trying to tie her up.

"My manager told me I was going to Russia on Sunday. Morning."

"Oh, okay." I understand Paul has to prepare ahead of the game. "Then, next time."

Paul shook his head as he chuckled softly. "No, no. I'll keep you company, but I can't stay there long. Staying last night is no problem."

I was unable to hide my smile, relief lodged in my chest because she agreed to my idea. I kissed her gently to declare that I was very grateful for her kindness.

But a few minutes later, when we were ready for a sweat-draining activity, I groaned as Paul's phone rang several times. With a heavy heart, he left me to another room while grabbing his shirt.

After about ten minutes of Paul answering the call, I heard a laughing voice from behind me, just as I kicked the ball and managed to put it in the goal. I turned my head and found Paul leaning against the wall, grinning widely with his phone pointed at me.

"Did you steal my picture?" my question, twisting the body while laughing softly.

He shifted his gaze from the phone screen then raised his shoulders. "Videos."

"Why did you take my lousy video about football?" I was curious, rushing to him.

"Omong empty. You actually managed to get that poor ball into the net." he said indifferently as I stood before him.

I saw him typing something on his phone, and then I realized he was going to post my video to his Twitter account. "What are you doing now, huh?"

"Can I post?" I read the caption.

'You have to watch this @Cristiano, he'll beat us in the top-ranked Fifa player'

Under the caption, there was a ten-minute video where I kicked the ball into the goal, and it ended when I turned to Paul.

"You're going to post it on Twitter?" I read the caption a few times before raising my eyes to Paul.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Uhm, I. okay." I replied nervously. A little unsure and at the same time not ready to read people's comments about our relationship.

For the umpteenth time, as if he could understand what I was feeling, Paul tried to convince me. "A lot of people support our relationship, Bianka. Trust me."

I nodded, trying to expel all the uncomfortable feelings raging in my mind. "Okay."

"So, can I post?" ask him again.

"Yes, please..."

"Good." The next thing that happened was that Paul posted the video with passion, then kissed me on the cheek.

Then I realized something. "Paul, @Cristiano you mean... He's not the same person I thought he was, is he?"

Only one footballer I remember most all my life. The best player in the world. Number one. Cristiano Ronaldo's.

"Yes, Ronaldo." replied Paul, casually putting the phone in his pants pocket. "We talk often. I should have marked you earlier..."

"Cristiano Ronaldo?" I tried to calm my rebellious heartbeat inside. "You, uh.. You know him?"

Paul laughed loudly, "Yes, of course." he muttered as if it was a small thing. He seemed amused watching my confused look.

"And he knows who I am?" Oh, my gosh! "Did you tell her about our relationship with her?"

"Of course, love.everyone reads the news about us. After all, I'm good friends with him and he won't expose our relationship to the public" she said, reassuring me again. Then suddenly his face turned upset. "Damn it, don't tell me you like it?"

"I've been flirting with him since I was a teenager..." Now it's my turn to laugh. "Sorry, I really didn't think you knew him."

"Love, he's the best player in the world and I'm right under him. Of course I know him." murmured Paul. "In addition, we have also been at the same club."

"One more time, I'm sorry. I'm grinding it more and more now." I said cheerfully.

Paul pulled my hip closer to her. "How about you judge your lover from now on?"

I grinned, raising both my hands around his neck. "Cats, fine!"