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"awal training,"
a breathless, yet challenged scoff bursts between Megat's lips upon being called out. nonetheless, he continues to lower his body weight entirely onto his bulging biceps, training them for resilience. after all, he couldn't afford to lose again.
"yelah, kalau tak bila lagi ?" he grunts, a bead of sweat trickles down near the corner of his lips. before glancing up at Reza, the person who called him out earlier. the person, he made a truce with just a few days before.
a truce, to lead the perfect organization and the high council of Kolej Ungku Deramat as one.
"esok ?" Reza jokes, a cocked brow before chuckling. socked feet padding the floor towards Megat. "meh sini, aku tolong,"
and he proceeds to take his seat on the lower back of Megat's torso, a crucial point that wouldn't be too burdening if his weight were to strain. then again, weight was weight.
Megat on the other hand, had the air knocked out of his lungs. great help indeed.
"berat la sial !" he huffs roughly, glaring up at the taller despite not being able to see him.
and Reza's contagious laughter would bounce the walls, serving an amused tone to which Megat simply clicks his tongue in annoyance. but does he shove Reza away ? no. Megat had always appreciated a challenge. though,
unknowing to ... how this challenge would be too much to handle in the near future.