Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Manchester Derby
On weekends, while filling the winter holidays that will still run for several weeks. Radit and Khaira decide to see the Manchester Derby.
For Manchunians (a term for people living in the city of Manchester), the Manchester Derby is a football treat that they will not miss. When judging from the context of football, the city of Manchester itself is divided into two which are represented by two colors. The Reds represent Manchester United with their home ground at Old Trafford Stadium, and the Blue represents Manchester City with their home ground at the Etihad Stadium.
The Manchester derby is one of the most popular derby matches (Team in one city) in the world. This match is a condition of prestige and full of determination.
Because now both are inhabiting the city of Manchester, then Khaira and Radit also took advantage of the moment to watch one of the hottest Derby matches in the world.
Wearing a red jersey, paired with jeans and sneakers. Both took public transport from Oldfield Road.
"At last one of my wishes was achieved deh." said Radit who made Khaira turn to him instantly.
"What do you want?" tanyakanya.
"Watch the Manchester Derby dong. I used to be able to watch in front of the TV, now I have a chance to watch it live. Wow, I'm so happy." the man's eyes seemed to sparkle.
"I'm also Mas, as a big Manchester United fan, I'm also very happy to see this Derby game. One of my dreams came true."
Radit nodded in agreement. "And, this is all because you got a scholarship here, honey. If not, then none of this could have happened."
Khaira smiled biasedly, "So the point is that studying abroad is profitable huh Mas?"
Radit's eyes changed instantly. "Not that, I remember one of the reasons you came here to stay away from me. Arriving here, you also need to adapt, homesick, and so on. But as one says 'like a rainbow after rain', so God turns everything around."
"Hmm, yeah. Sometimes it's funny, when I'm about to give up and hope for nothing. It is not long ago that all time seems to be reversed by God. Replaced all. Thank you very much." Khaira said her feelings were sincerely grateful.
"Have you a pity?" Suddenly Radit offers a bet to Khaira.
"What order is it?"
"If you are both Manchester United supporters, but this game you think who won? Well, we guess. The winner can ask for anything from the loser. How's it?"
Khaira seemed to frown, weighing first. "Okay, who's afraid. I still hold Manchester United. How's it?"
"Okay, I have Manchester City. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Winning can ask for anything to the loser." The man stressed again the terms of his second bet.
After that, both have arrived at Old Trafford Stadium. The two of them mingled with thousands of other supporters. The red and blue of the sky dominate the stadium. Old Trafford Stadium is not just a headquarters for Manchester United, the stadium was also a witness in World War II, because today the stadium is used as a military base.
"The stadium's more rame, huh?" Radit was so amazed to enjoy the atmosphere of the Old Trafford stadium that was so hot and rame, of course, also noisy because thousands of people gathered and sang chants (support songs) in a simple way.
"I entered Gelora Bung Karno aja not yet loh Mas, even though GBK Stadium is the Largest and Best in Indonesia. Eh, even I have set foot here." said Khaira while half-screaming because of the noisy situation in the stadium this afternoon.
Khaira slightly shook her head. "I'm afraid that the brawl was loh Mas, if I was hit by a bottle throw how?" Actually, Khaira only remembers about the national football news that often ruffled and brawled, making him afraid to see the match directly at the stadium when in Jakarta first.
Radit smiled amusedly, Khaira could think about brawls in national football that often occur throwing bottles of drinking water. "Calm down, there's this Masmuw. Of course I'll protect you. Before the bottle hits you, I'll fend it off."
"Preet... Mas-mas Ngapusi. Don't believe me." Khaira spoke while lazily rolling her eyeballs.
Radit's two hands were crossed in front of his chest. "Don't believe it continue, so if pinched his nose says I'm KDRT."
"Hmm, yes it has been sometime to GBK ya Mas, but jogging only there," said Khaira.
"May," he replied with a smile. "How much longer is that? The feeling of the stadium is full. Where all chants sing is different."
Khaira pointed to the digital clock displayed on the corner of the stadium. "Get on that analogue 10 minutes longer Kick off."
Radit follows Khaira's index finger. "Oh, yes... The Manchester United player you like best, honey?"
Khaira put a finger on her chin. "Everyone likes. But I used to love Christiano Ronaldo."
"If Cristiano Ronaldo almost liked all girls. She's cute, she's got to be like CR7." Radit seemed to grumble when Khaira called the name Mega Bintang Lapangan Hijau which is identical to the number 7.
"No. I like it because he's a good skill. A long-range kick can be converted into a goal. He is also a player who has more training hours than any other player in Sir Alex Ferguson's era." Khaira told me at length.
"If the same Ronaldo knows it, if the same husband himself does not?" Said pouting.
Khaira simply smiled, "so the story is jealous? I'm just an idol, I know everything about Manchester United. I'm not a cardboard fan, yes" he said while eyeing.
"So sure you know everything?" Radit asked enthusiastically.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Know not the saddest tragedy for Manchester United?" ask Radit to Khaira.
"Know dong. Munich Disaster, where almost all Manchester United players died. They are immortalized as the Flower of Manchester."
Radit clapped his own hands. "Mantep. I believe you're not a fan of cardboard."
"Thank you, yeah. That Mas Radit would love to be the same at Manchester United?"
The man seemed to think. "Hmm, I like Ruud van Nistelrooy. Owner's number 10." Radit paused his words for a moment. "But you know there's nothing else I like the most?"
Khaira turned to look at her husband, "Who?" Short question.
"You..."🥰