My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 28. Match

Ferdian and his college friends were still chatting idly about the good and silly times on their campus after performing the dzuhur prayer. Looks like this missed event will still last a long time. Ferdian stared at the screen of his phone and looked at the clock stamped there. Time shows at 13.30 WIB.

“We video call the same Ridho yuk!” bring him.

“Emang in London what time is it?” ask Ipul.

“It's still dark the power, we're a prank!” he said with a dirty face.

Of course the other comrades agreed on Ferdian's proposal. The four-child man began making video calls to his little friend. It's been a few minutes, the call hasn't been lifted.

“Halo?” ridho's fresh face with his wet hair was plastered on the video call. His expression looked surprised when Ferdian pointed his front camera at all his comrades wearing tongsis.

“Eh you!”

“Bos kamana wae atuh bos (Where to go)?!” exclaiming Danu.

“Nu, kumaha damang? Saha wae did that? (Nu, how are you? Who's there)?” said Ridho, his distinctive Sundanese dialect came out.

“Eh kumargi tea, Sundanese base na tos leungit (Eh dikirain, Sundanese language already lost)!” this time Malik.

“Henteu atuh, da ieu mah base local, base also indung! (Engga dong, this is local, mother tongue)!” answer Ridho chuckled.

His friends laughed at Ridho's words which turned out to be the same.

“Where is the tea wife? Hoyong ningali (Where is his wife? Want to see dong),” said Malik

“Towards in Mang's kitchen! Aya oge is didieu's son! (Again in the kitchen, Mang! There's also a kid here!” sahut Ridho turned his head to the side, then pointed his phone screen at his eldest daughter.

“Say hi, they are my closest friends in college (Say Hi, they're papa's close friends on campus) !” he whispered to his daughter.

A beautiful round-eyed girl with a typical white bule looks smiling sweetly there.

“Hai!” greet the beautiful girl is friendly.

“Dho, son of maneh keurur urang we (Dho, your son made me aja dong)!” yell Danu.

“Eh coupler, Nu! Leutik keneh! Maneh mah colot teuing! (Whisper you, Nu! It's a little too. You are too old!”

Danu laughed out loud.

“Introduce yourself (Include yourself)!” ridho shouted at his son again.

“Hai, my name is Malala!” the 12-year-old girl.

“Haloo Malala!” greet all.

“Lala, you’re so cute!” chirps Danu.

“Thank you!”

Ridho put his phone screen back on his face again.

“Aduh, so want to collect euy!”

“Hayu or go home, busy being an agent?” chirping Ghani.

Ridho.

“Let's lebaran we collect yes, not on homecoming hayo!” Ridho.

“Ready on!”

“Greetings to Paty yes!” ferdian.

“Sip. Look out if I come home you guys have to collect!”

“Iya sir Boss!”

“Ya happy weekend, assalamu’alaikum!” ferdian said goodbye.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

They laugh unexpectedly because Ridho is still thick with Sundanese, despite having lived in England for years.

Sally picked up her ringing phone, after laughing along with her friends, then told her husband to go ahead because it turned out that their son had already arrived there.

“Udah in front?” ask Ipul to his wife.

“Yes see, stray worry!” exclaim Sally.

Syaiful walked towards the front door and checked his daughter's presence in front of the fence of the Ferdian residence. She found her daughter wearing a jeans suit and a yellow t-shirt.

“Whose are you here with?” ask Ipul to his daughter.

“Same temen, Pih!”

“Where is the menu?”

“Udah home!”

“Ya already yuk in, later greetings the same all temen Papih ya?”

The pony-pony-tailed girl nodded then followed her father's steps into Ferdian's house. All of Syaiful's comrades welcomed his eldest daughter. Ferdian seemed to notice him.

“What's the name?”

“Seraphine! Call Sera!” answer Ipul.

Sera shakes the back of her parents' friends' hands. He told her to take lunch. Sera was not an awkward girl, so she took the lunch that was still available and chose a chair under a tree near a basketball basket. He is interested in this big house because it has a small field to play basketball. Suddenly he is choked by his own food, when he sees Rainer walking along with Zayyan while carrying his basketball.

Their views meet each other.

“Lo?!” they point at each other.

Syaiful who was still watching her daughter, then nudged the body of Ferdian who was sitting next to her.

“Do our children know each other?” tanya Ipul was astonished to still pay attention to her daughter.

Ferdian followed where Syaiful's view was. He saw Rainer looking speechless at the girl in front of him with a cold expression.

“Kanya!” answer's short.

“Yes, can be betrothed!” said Ipul cheerfully.

“What the hell is you?!” dengus Ferdians.

“Yes God match my daughter with Ferdian's son God, let us be besanan!” said Ipul to raise his hand up.

“Sera knows Rainer his son Ferdian, Mih!”

“Which one is?”

“That's handsome! Second child!”

“Ow, really Pih?!”

Syaiful nodded happily.

Ferdian just shook his head to see the ridiculous behavior of one of his sohibs.

Meanwhile, on a small court, Rainer returned to playing basketball after completing his dzuhur prayer with Zayyan. He did not care about Sera there and only refocused to play ball again. He did not expect, the girl who was always considered strange and noisy turned out to be the son of one of his father's friends.

“Rain, because I eat, we match yuk!” take Sera who is still trying to finish her food. The girl did look pretentious on the cold Rain.

“Ntar stomach lo pain!” rainer said while putting the ball into the basket.

“Let's eat not much!”

“Serah!” answer Rain. Sera smiled radiantly got that answer.

The sun has been leaning west, some guests have returned home like Malik and Ghani and their wives because they have to return to Jakarta, where they live now. While Danu and Ipul are still there, because their house is not far away, so it feels relaxed.

Sera had already finished her meal since fifteen minutes ago. He asked Rainer to play basketball.

“Find your teammate! We play 2 against 2.” exciting Rain.

“Who?” sera asked, looking left and right.

“Find it yourself!”

Suddenly Arsene ran over to them and volunteered to join the Sera team.

“Abang aja!” Sera mentos Arsene's hand, though does not know him.

“Who's the referee?” ask Sera.

Raffa volunteered to referee a small match that afternoon. Team Rainer - Zayyan vs Team Sera - Arsene. The parents took a folding park chair and put it on the side of the small field to watch their children's little game. Raffa throws a basketball with his hand marking the game begins.

Syaiful and Sally cheered for their daughter who was famous for playing basketball. Rainer managed to snatch the thrown ball first, because he who has a higher body among other players. Unmitigated, he immediately took the ball to the basket and put it without a significant fight. Points for Tim Rainer.

Basketball baskets are only one fruit, but that does not make them underestimate the game. Both teams are serious about playing basketball. This time Sera held the ball, took it a little bit and gave it to Arsene. Its small and agile body makes it hard to guess by Rainer or Zayyan. Moreover, Zayyan feels stiff playing, because there are women there. Arsene immediately shot the ball into the basket after he received a ball from Sera. Points for Team Sera. Arsene and the pigtailed girl put their hands together.

Suddenly the girl bowed, holding her stomach.

“Sick!” said grimacing.

“Dikasih know what?!” rainer looked at him.

“Ih really so jutek be a guy!” this time Sera squatted down.

Arsene approached Sera and asked her where she was.

“Gue just ate, Brother! Hence stomach pain!” answer Sera.

“Best just yet, don't maxain!” arsene.

Sera walked slowly while enduring the pain in her stomach. Sally picked up her son.

“Udahan aja nih?” ask Rainer for his brother.

“I'm in!” raffa. “But we are tuker players, how?” bargained for.

Arsene looked at him sharply, then glanced at his sister.

“OK!” answer Arsene.

“I play with Zayyan, you are your sister!”

“No problem!”

Raffa rolled his shirt up to the elbow. His semi-formal clothes would make it difficult for him to move. Especially with his jeans, it is certain he will be difficult to walk freely. Unlike Arsene's casual clothes, who only wore her knee-length pants and a tee shirt. Somehow the aura of the match so suddenly gripping not like before.

“Om to referee yes?!” syaiful.

They all nodded at the same time. The previous score was removed because their team had already changed completely.

Ajeng, Zaara, Karin, and Sita watched the match from the side of the field close to the kitchen door.

“Awas keceplosan,” whispered Karin to her two best friends, she did not want her son to know their previous conversation. The existence of this match may be the voices of the mother of handsome children who are competing could be triggered out.

“Arsene, Rainer, spirit!” yells to his children.

Karin and Sita did not want to lose encouraging their children.

Match starting. The first ball was again taken by Rainer, although this time he was no longer the highest, because Raffa had the same tall body as him. He immediately brought the ball forward and threw it at his brother. Easily and without a fight, Arsene can put the ball into the basket. The game grew hotter, as Zayyan managed to snatch the ball from the hands of his teammate Rainer. But the ball was recaptured, now Raffa tried to seize it and succeeded.

Raffa carried the ball straight ahead, but he got a halauan from Arsene who could freely move to hold his pace. Raffa turned to give the ball to Zayyan who shot straight into the heart of the target. The ball got in. Points of one the same.

The match was still hot, the parents were shouting at their children's names. Now Arsene carries the ball that is blocked directly by Raffa. Arsene made a nimble move to turn his back on Raffa while constantly staring at the ball so as not to be snatched. Rainer was already in front preparing to receive the ball from his brother, despite tight security from Zayyan.

But because Raffa's pace was limited, Arsene was able to break away from him and run forward while jumping and putting the ball into the basket. Adzan ashar also reverberated, making the match was over. The final score was 2-1 for Arsene and Rainer.

Arsene approached Raffa and shook his hand.

“Other times we match again, Mas!” arsene smiled with satisfaction.

“Ready! Who's afraid!” raffa smiled.

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