Basketball Sweat And Cries Of My Voice

in #motivation6 years ago (edited)

Basketball Sweat And Cries Of My Voice

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Sometimes I feel dissatisfied with my achievements. Mom never takes pride in what I've done. My digs and my chartering charts seemed to have no value in the eyes of mothers. I often talk to mom that the hobby I have can be a high achievement. But still the mother never agreed with my hobby playing basketball.

Since my mom and dad have separated, I have never seemed to be present in my mother's life. I want you to be proud of all the accomplishments I've achieved from my hobbies. Formerly a basketball player with MIP (Most Improvement Players) award in Indonesian Basketball League 5 years in a row and many more father achievements in the world of basketan indonesia. Maybe because I play basketball just like father, make mother remember to father figure who will leave me and mother in urgent condition.

I am the eldest daughter with many interesting hobbies. I love reading, writing, painting, playing online games, and watching Japanese animated films of various genres, I also have a pretty good achievement in my high school. But unfortunately my hobbies and prestas never made a proud mother. Sometimes when I was playing or practicing basketball I remembered the father who patiently taught me various basketball techniques from basic to complex.
Prestasiku practically quite a lot. The awards were displayed in my bedroom so I had the impetus to continue to excel in the world of basketball.

Tonight I will play basketball in DBL league as Bandung Raya. I have told my mom to come watch my finals. I've also given tickets to mom to get into the gor basket. Though I can guess that mom will not come.

I and my team are ready to compete. The sound of the audience is so echoed in the gor tri of pajajaran fighting contest. The noisy sound from the construction of the next gor as if it became the vandals of the final atmosphere this time.
The game started with singing Indonesia Raya songs by players and all the people in this room. The referee's whistle sounded the start of the match.
All my friends are in the ready position. The 1st Quarter starts with the ball on my team. We continue to pursue a position to break through our opponent's defense. Our first point as an opening.
In Quarter 1st we are 4 points ahead. 4 points is not a far difference, many possibilities for the opponent can catch up. Quarter turn is enough, it's time we started fighting back.

The game gets heated up with scores following each other. Only 5 minutes left the game over. Our difference is only 2 points with my superior team means that if the opponent inserts the ball from close range they can equalize and can follow our point.

The last point we gave. Our team won the final match as the first winner of DBL this year. I prostrate my gratitude to Allah SWT. Unconsciously I shed tears of emotion. From hundreds of spectators, I'm looking for mom. I hope you see my victory right now. I want to show you my golden dream.

"Dinda, who are you looking for?" My friend asked, tapping the top of my right shoulder.
"I'm looking for mom, I hope she watches my game," I replied.
God, I can not see the mothers of the hundreds of spectators who keep cheering this.

  • TRANGGGGGG *
    The sound of the next gorge being built made the whole room suddenly silent. We all came out of the gor to see things outside.
    God, the building's gorge was under construction that collapsed on several cars until the cars were badly damaged.
    "Please help! Someone in the car! "Shouted one of the construction workers.

When I investigated, the car was like a mother's car. I immediately gave

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