The Struggle of a Child
Sports that make me sad
Mr. Duan directly raised an eyebrow if their wishes were the same. He instantly widened both of his eyeballs as a gesture of asking Rasyd so, out or not.
The student who knew it answered. "So, sir," replied those who would not wait any longer.
"OKAY. Follow me," asked Mr. Duan to walk out.
"Good Sir." We immediately stood up to take a raga sports shirt and there were also those who marginalized his book to the corner of the table. I was just glued to sit holding a sports shirt leaning on the bench.
"You're so happy to be seen, Liyan. I really like sports. Do you want to play together?" tanya Widia took a raga sports shirt.
"Playing with what?" ask me in wonder. "Why do you say I look happy? Am I that happy?" I turned my head to look at myself behind the wall.
"Liyan, how could you possibly see your face there." Widia pointed at the wall by raising her eyebrows.
"That's what I mean Widia. I do not look happy. That's why you didn't see it" I said.
"Liyan, don't play with what you say. I don't like it" Widia said.
"Since when have you enjoyed sports?" my many. All this time I've never seen you happy with sports." I repeated my memories remembering the past. "All I know is you, if a friend comes out, you come out. But never did you say you like sports."
"You are indeed Liyan. I just love going out of class. I get bored in class, every second of study" Widia said. " I want to go out occasionally though, I'm not a sport" Widia said.
Hearing Widia's words instantly my taste disappeared. Frustration reminds me of the hospital. Immediately my thoughts floated.
"Come fast Liyan! Widia pulled my arm to change clothes.
"I'm not into sports. My body's limp." I insist on staying out.
"Follow it, watch us play" Widia said.
"I'm afraid I'll be scolded." I do feel a great fear.
"I'm your friend, how could I ever have seen you alone here." Widia lowered her body. "We're not just friends, we're like brothers to me. Come on, let's go out for a second. Surely you'll be happy and your pain will disappear."
"But, I'm afraid, that I'll get sick again." I was immediately sad.
"Why afraid? That man won't force you." Widia whines more and more forcing me to go with her.
Seeing Widia's whining my heart instantly changed. "Yes already! I'll go with you. But wait a minute, yes," I said to Widia softly.
"Yes," Widia replied with an excited tone of voice.
Finally, my heart melted. Today the decisiveness that had stretched now collapsed instantly. The raga sports uniform that is located on my lap I have worn. "Come on," I asked Widia to walk past him.
"Liyan, you're not kidding me, are you?" ask Widia.
"No" I answered.
"Tania, let us go now. We're already late. We want sport" Widia said slipping in from Tania.
"Wait!" Tania spread her arms in front of us blocking our steps and wanted to knock my body down spontaneously.
"Tania, you're nothing, you know?! Liyan is sick. If Liyan falls, how about?" pekik Widia's.
"Heh, if Liyan is sick, what does that have to do with me? He's my parents' son, what?" tanya Tania squealed in Widia's ear.
"If she's sick it's none of our business. He still has parents. Why are we being blamed?" Ecy turned the question back.
I was getting more intimidated, the discomfort was back on my feet.
"I won't be sick,"I plainly braced myself in front of Tania and Ecy.
"You sure?! Ecy looked at me seriously. "But I see, you look limp, Liyan," said Ecy.
"No, I'm not sick." I stood with a firm tone of voice roused my spirit from the slump of Tania and Ecy's words.
"Hm! It means you're healed. Where are you taking medication?" tanya Tania curiously looked at me and followed me walking.
"Liyan, if you're cured, it means that today we have to exercise dong" Tania replied with a defiant look.
"Tania don't force Liyan" Widia's timpal cooled the debate that was about to happen when I saw Widia's face start to heat up.
Tania immediately frowned after hearing Ecy's words. "Hey, who is your friend now?" tanya Tania glared.
"You don't fight because of me because you're friends" I said as I walked. "I don't want Mr. Duan to hear us fighting.
"A dispute with whom?asked Ecy cynically. "I don't feel like fighting with you. You're the one who's too confident."
Their words were so cornered right now that I felt like a stranger in front of the ground watching my feet step.
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