I occupy the front seat but at the very end. Always. In order for the two eyes that many people call it this turn can still see with the intact piece of athletic body with all agile motion split second while successfully restore the hard smash from the opponent. My favorite sight. But sometimes the beautiful views are often disturbed by the passing of the official team that is right upright menyongiku. In fact, sometimes they interfere with my beautiful views when he was in moments of important moments. Like last year when I failed to record the prostration of thanksgiving for the victory he achieved. I missed the event when again the team officials scattered away to embrace him. Then afterwards, I can only whine regret for each of the next matches. Always pray for washing so that the scene can be repeated without me having to miss it again.
"Nar, why do we pay a lot of money to watch the game if you just sit at the bottom of this? Nanggung. "Rena, my only eternal companion in passing this ritual - began to speak. As usual. Always reluctant to put his ass when again again I chose the most end of the chair.
I just smile a knot, reply it. Also as usual. "Not with Ren, from here it's still visible."
"What does it look like? Looks like the old man's back?
I replied still with a smile. Just a smile. I can at least speak a lot if it concerns my feelings. Feeling? Yes, this match is very closely related to something that somehow his name always spreads in my feelings. Something I always try to hide it tight. To enjoy myself.
"Sinar, this time aja I beg you loe answer my question. What's the difference between sitting in the middle of sitting here? If you loe like him, you should be more courageous dong make deketin yourself loe there. "Rena did not want to lose. He always showered me with similar questions. Then I again just grinned. Make it look furious throughout the game.
Rena does not know. Rena does not know how much I'm not just idolizing him. Not just liking it, calling on his name, glorifying it as most women do in this crowd. I'm not that simple.
The name Thunder was much earlier in my mind, rattling the drums in my ears before being so cheered up in this building. I knew her a lot longer than the unknowing women.
My life co-existed with her life since we were just as small. From the first, I'm used to seeing her peraduan with kok. I memorized the curve of his hand in controlling the racket. I became one of his loyal audience when he always enliven the afternoon with the game between villages. And like now, I always enjoy the action in my own way. In my non-talented way at the end of the alley. From here, something slowly begins to grow. Spread my feelings. Which even until now I can not describe what the name of "something" is.
Thunder knows me. In fact, he once asked me to teach him mathematics lessons by studying groups with him. But I refused. Always refused. Although still at the age of the children, in fact I already know what I should do to him. Against a superstar candidate who, if I am just a little bit close by, can make me dream of nothing. Dreaming of something I'm ultimately certain will make me fall.
It's a philosophy that I still use today. That will never be understood by Rena or anyone. The philosophy of me being around is the same as letting me with the danger of flying with these buffers into dreamland. The dream landscape of a perfectly handsome man is almost perfect that is not worthy of dive by a crippled girl like me. Too risky to fall and get sick. I'm not ready for that. So forever I'll just be on the other end. Enjoy this feeling. With my own way.