The Value of Loyalty
Chasing Love

Linggars

Last day of the match.

After yesterday's win in the semi-finals means their team is entitled to step into the final.

And today the audience is getting crowded when compared to yesterday.

He's very excited. Especially when his eyes caught the figure of Rindi and her friends in the front row gave support to his team.

“Bikin three point ah! Let's be cool!” Her thought.

He is now on the three-point line. Time to aim!

And shoot! Buk.

Hurrah! Logging in! Three points!

Those are the words that are heard in

his ears told each other.

“Kak Linggar!” Shouted Rindi's friends. He just smiled in that direction, then resumed the game.

The spirit of the seras increased by several times.

Although in the end the team is not able to hunt the points scored by the opposing team until the end of the game. Make them proud even if they are only in second place.

Rindi must be disappointed! Diacinya who thinks more about the feelings of Rindi than his teammates and also the coach.

Nothing at least he wanted to invite Rindi to lift the trophy while posing in front of the camera, both.

It must look very sweet.

They're a matching couple. Thought again.

And he looks like a chick lost its mother, when it doesn't find Rindi not within reach of his eyes.

Arrrkkhh, can't Rindi wait for him just a minute to see him lift the trophy?

Running away from her other friend towards where Rindi was standing.

“Liat Rindi no?” Ask someone who is still there. Then again asked the same question to several people he knew came from the same campus.

“Already out earlier with his friends.” Answer someone he doesn't know for sure who.

No matter who it is, but thank you for the information you can guess.

The invisible Rindi over there, must have gone home. It knows.

Now he has to race against time just to find Rindi before the girl actually leaves the square.

He has no more information about Rindi. Phone numbers, school hours or even motorcycles are often used Rindi. And he should know about all this.

"Arrrggg, Rindi."

His feet continued to run towards the parking lot of the motorbike, looking for the figure of the mini chuby girl. Chasing love. Ah no-no, her love candidate.

“Rindi!” He shouted as he looked at someone most similar to Rindi's posture. Although not so sure because the girl was complete with a helmet on the head.

“Rindi!” He shouted back, several times. And the bike stopped after a friend sitting in the back seat was seen patting her on the shoulder, probably Lilis.

He ran back to the two girls who were still on the bike.

“What's up brother?”

That girl is Rindi. Seen as he began to raise his glass helmet.

“Go back?” He was busy breathing. It seems more stressful than when we were competing.

“Iya, it's also coming home!” this girl is starting to look pouty.

“Bareng!” His hands began to stretch out to regain Rindi's hand.

“But my motor!” Rindi who tried to refuse to go home with him. But he had to be persistent to take the girl.

It's the last day of the game, the last day can invite Rindi to come home together. For tomorrow he does not know what kind of day he will pass.

Although it was only coming home but he wanted to at least be able to be with Rindi first.

“Titip to Lilis!” Now his gaze turned to the girl behind. It's not Lilis.

“Lilis to where?” Ask.

“Ikut Dini by car.” The girl began to answer in a cold tone.

He knows this one of Rindi's friends who yesterday watched their acting.

He did not care, even though a thousand faces were pouting, as long as he went home with Rindi.

“Emang any kak?” Leachate.

“No papa, I just want your anterin!” He started to pull Rindi's hand, “ayo!” There can be no rejection.

“Ya already there, putty tau.” Tantri who had seen the strife between two people in front of him.

“Basic bucin!”

“He didn't date, he asked for mercy.” That sentence must have been meant for him.

A bucin?

Who is bucin? Believed?

Whatever you want to say, Rindi obviously went home with him.

“Ya is come!” The pressure is again on Rindi who is still at home sitting on the bike.

Rindipun down from his moto even though it sounded from the lips of the girl who indicated he was upset.

He must not waste time, must quickly take Rindi away from the bike before changing his mind.

And his mind began to realize when he saw himself in the parking area without carrying his equipment just to chase Rindi. What is happening to him, even confused.

“We go inside first, my backpack forgetfulness because of chasing you!” He went back inside with Rindi's hand.

The girl just complies.

There, a car stopped unloading a passenger and switched to riding on a motorcycle. Maybe it was Lilis who was taking over Rindi's bike. He didn't want to talk about it with Rindi.

“Where the hell is it?” Arman asked as he handed over his backpack.

“Thanks.” His hand stretched out to take his backpack.

A true friend.

Help in times of urgency.

“Dating mulu!” Ejek Arman's.

A boyfriend? A bucin? New words for him.

“Go back?” Ask to divert the conversation.

“Yoi, first!”

“Ok, once again thank’s.” Say it again while holding hands with thumb marks.

“Come!” Take it again to Rindi. The girl looked increasingly sullen. It's okay, just stay with him.

“I want to change!” Her speech. And as usual, Rindi closed her eyes and turned towards the window.

And when Rindi was seen playing her phone, she immediately remembered if she did not have Rindi's number.

“For dong number!” He said to Rindi.

“Make what?” You insensitive girl.

“Ya make contact with you! I was looking around I didn't meet, wanted to call you don't have a number. So keep running. Yes already for dong number!” He said while occasionally glancing at Rindi.

Rindi had no other choice, they ended up exchanging numbers.

One win for Linggar. He has new access to be able to continue talking to Rindi. Cheering hearts.

“Jajan first?” Without waiting for a response Linggar pulled his car in front of a minimarket.

“Which one you?” Ask Rindi as they stand in front of the snack rack. This time just want to give the opportunity to choose for yourself, as well as try to see what is the favorite of the girl.

To Be Continued!

Again his thumb was in a shake!

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