Stay My Angel
Wh why?

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The long steps my coach took to guide me to the UKS. I walked down behind him while muttering in my heart. Why is it only me that he invited to take the Miranti to the UKS, even though in our group there are 3 other people.

Finally arrived in the UKS, then Miranti put her on a small bed in the UKS. Immediately the UKS officers on guard immediately checked the state of Miranti. Then I asked again in my own heart. Then what is my duty here, if in the UKS there are officers who are on guard. For a moment I fell silent while looking at the Miranti. My coach suddenly walked with my hand out of the UKS room.

"ih why the heck play with the hands of people carelessly!!!" I said while taking off his grip.

Again he smiled cunningly at me while reaching for something from his pants pocket. And sure enough he took out a little bunny doll and showed it to me.

" Why is the doll the same brother?" I asked while holding back my emotions.

" hahaha I'm sorry that I deliberately let you be punished anyway" he laughed without realizing his mistake.

"sincerely my cruel brother is the same as me" I said as I pulled the rabbit doll from his hand.

But damn I even fell tripping over the legs of my sister who was deliberately crosswise to prevent me from leaving. My knee seemed to be injured and he saw that. Instead of helping me, he took a stuffed rabbit out of my hand and threw it into the murky water pit next to the UKS.

At that time the area around UKS was very quiet so no one saw the incident that was happening to me. I then stood up to pick up my beloved doll in the pit. Then I looked for a seat in a small courtyard behind the UKS while enduring the pain and enduring the cries.

After I calmed down, I headed back to my group. It turns out that the game was still not started because many students complained to want to rest.

•••••

The game started but in my group there was a fussy coach I hated. Then, I asked my groupmate why she was in our group. It turned out that this was his proposal to be the replacement for our friend Miranti who had fainted earlier.

I let out a long sigh of disappointment as I had to face him again. Damn my heart, unfortunately my fate today God. Why is it that grim re that I'm dealing with.

"pritt" the whistle sign marked us who had to start moving the rubber with straws.

I was in the last row and my coach was standing behind me. My last friend started passing the rubber with a straw to the front. Now it's my coach's turn to pass on to me.

But he deliberately played with the rubber

By making it harder for me to pick up with the straw at the end of my mouth.

Because I was annoyed that I could not hold my emotions reflex to hold both arms of my sister's builder so that she could be quiet. But suddenly it makes a rowdy again in our group. I also care not to care about the jokes of my friends who almost all tease us.