Miyawlova
Spanking

I keep my eyes strong so that my tears run out. I can't wait to see Gilang is so rich. Usually I if watching people fight only through YouTube but now even in front of my eyes directly, let alone that's a person I know very well.

After one person from the medical team nyamperin Gilang, chatting with Gilang and the referee, finally Gilang decided to continue the match.

"CRAZYYAAAAANG... YOU CAN LAAAAANG!" shout me. "DON'T SAY... (DUK DUK DUK DUK) GILANG... (DUK DUK DUK DUK) GILANG CAN...". I look around me, compact people give spirit to Gilang. I am very moved. Gilang is rich and has earned the hearts of the audience so rich in films. My eyes are glazed. Abis-abis is in tears.

The referee gave instructions briefly to both of them and they nodded. After that, the match started again.

Again Gilang evaded. The difference is now he jumps around rich other participants. Occasionally Gilang grinned the horse so his gumshield looks, it's his tooth protection tablets. Dih, that kid why grin?

"Lu's afraid of people as big as Jaya? Why fear! The fear is only in your head! Think of something else! Suppose that the Jaya is just big enough wind, or he is the incarnation of a gelatinous monster. Uh your laugh huh? What did you think he was?" "Garine monster." "Good! Just wait for him."

I remember Papoy when he trained Gilang. That sentence now flashed through my mind. I guess Gilang grim now that's because he's gone through his mind again. I smiled, I stood up and clapped the balloon supporter.

"UUU... GOOD GILANG! MONSTER GELATINYA NOTHING!" shout me.

Gilang. Stylish crossbreed by stretching his hands, his face was raised richly arrogant and still liked to grimace. Gilang ngeledek his opponent.

His opponent looked emotional and aggressive chasing Gilang. Gilang is still running to avoid his opponent's attack. The people watching were laughing.

"In attack you must be smart. Do not attack the origin of your strong opposites. An attacker's smart way is to save energy and read opportunities. There is one time our opponent is not focused, then it is our chance to attack. Never attack your opponent steady again. He can even fight back and fight back. Why waste energy on these rich things! Inget, attack in a smart way!"

Again the message from Papoy when training Gilang crossed my mind when I again watched Gilang act rich monkey boy. His opponent was furious and tried to catch him to be slammed, but Gilang satset-satset movement really.

"HAYYAAAAAH!" Gilang shouted while hitting the opponent's stomach straight with low Gilang horses. Turn to the referee, the referee huddled. Gilang punch did not get points and the referee also did not play the match.

"Haha... My son saw the gokil, but the punch didn't go in. That's so stiff! He's too technical but his power doesn't exist. It doesn't match him against the kumite, mending him a match" said the audience next to me.

Word matches are match plays. Participants demonstrate a memorized sequence of movements such as performing a dance.

Yeah, hell. Very stiff. But he had managed his opponent earlier. Kirain punch in, yunya right up to the opponent's body even not damage at all.

They spent three minutes on vague movements. The problem is in Gilang who ran away, avoiding opponents and other problems is his opponent who is easily provoked by his emotions.

Time's up. There is no point that both of them make. But because the opponent Gilang minus points because of the offense earlier, so for this session Gilang won. He will be included in the next match.

I don't know how many times Gilang will go through the match. The match chart is taped but I haven't seen it yet.

I previously bought snacks and drinks, so we ate together with Gilang.

"Crazy you, Lang. Your real hockey is people. Did that time win? Hahaha." said Dwi. Gilang was still breathing. "Cool down first you, Lang, just sat around" said Reka.

"Gay, you're great. I'm sure you're. You don't want to hear what people say. The only ones who really know about you and determine your fate are themselves, not them" I said.

Gilang. Gilang is still trying to calm down. "Here, drink a lot, let's not get dehydrated" I said.

"Gue can't cool down now. After this I will be competing again," said Gilang answered Reka's question.

I saw Gilang's eyes red. Maybe if I became Gilang, the way I vent the emotions that are mixed rich now is crying.

"Gue go back down first," Gilang said. The more Glory I glared at his eyes, the more Gilang avoided eye contact with anyone.

Gilang walked down from the stands. I stood up to follow him. Up in the field but on the quiet outskirts, I called him. It was a place where athletes warm up by jumping and moving back and forth.

"GAY!" I call him. In the middle of this rame voice he can still hear my voice that is not too strong.

Silence and surprise. His face is rich talking, "Eh? You come down here?" Gilang also approached me with the direction of the eyes that little he turned. He often shits his face.

"What are you doing? This is a special place for athletes and officials" said Gilang. I pulled his face with both palms. I pat her cheeks and I look her in front of my eyes.

"Then I say it while looking at my eyes!" i said. "Le, I don't have time for this," said Gilang rich snobs'an me.

"Gay, you're all right?" I said slowly. I'm serious, I'm worried about him. Mending jamet Gilang out deh rather than silent-dwelah rich gini, do not want eye contact with people. I don't want him to be rich.

Really red eyes. Gilang kaya wants to vent upset or sad or embarrassed or all that, but he just wanted to. Ga expressive.

"We won't know the result if you don't try," my real words are Gilang words that I returned to him.

Glassy Eyes. I'm going to go teary-eyed, anjoy!

Suddenly without me wondering...

BRAAAK...