Can Mia still be saved?

Three months have passed since I met this so-called football god, seriously, the name football demon would suit him better after everything he put me through.

It's been over two weeks since I last saw Mia, the last time I saw her was the day I got out of the hospital after what happened to me, since we were in the same hospital, it wasn't difficult for me to visit her.

I have to go talk to her today, but before sella, I have to go to class, even if my mother took sick leave for me, as chairman of the board, I've wasted too much time, which is not very good for my image.

I woke up today at seven in the morning as usual, to brush my teeth, wash myself and get dressed. Now that I remember, it's been a while since I burned down a store, no matter what this so-called football god does to me, I have no intention of stopping halfway through.

I was about to leave when suddenly...

"You again?!" I said in an intimidating voice.

"Yes, it's me."

The so-called football god appeared behind me once again.

"What do you want from me again?"

"Don't be so aggressive."

And he's the one talking about aggression. Is this the world upside down or what?

"I just want us to have a little chat." He said.

"Sorry for you, old man, but I have a class waiting for me."

I was about to open the door when...

"Mia's never going to wake up again, right?"

''!! ''

Not having received an answer from me, he continued.

"I am right then."

How does he know all this?

Only me and Mia's mother know about this fact. The doctor told us when she was hospitalized and wanted to make us sign a contract to disconnect her so as not to make us spend unnecessarily, but her mother and I, we always believed that one day she would wake up.

"But I know a way to save her.", he continued.

Is there really a way to save her?

"Yes, there is."

As if he read my mind, he gave me an answer.

I turned to face him.

"How can we save her?", I asked him.

"How do you think you are still alive after being killed several times and charred by my burning flames?" If I hadn't done anything, you would have been dead in your hospital bed a long time ago."

I had already made this assumption before, when I woke up in the hospital in good condition. Simple care wouldn't have been enough to get me back on my feet in just a few months, in other words, it's thanks to him that all my injuries and broken bones were mended, that's the only plausible assumption.

But why? What is his goal? What advantage does he have in letting me live? Didn't he want to kill me?

I think I might get the answers to my questions as we talk.

"So you really are a god huh?", I asked him.

"Of course, who is, otherwise how do you explain the fact that I have resurrected you on numerous occasions?"

"I point out to you that it is you who put me in this state by asking me questions that make no sense. »

"First let me explain, I came with the aim of torturing you for all the atrocities you have done to football until you answer my question, but no matter how many times I make you suffer, you will not succumb."

"I then wondered what gave you this iron tenacity, and I found it after several investigations, it's this girl, Mia Sow isn't it?, she had an accident caused by a ball, but that wasn't the only reason for your hostility towards football isn't it?", he asks me.

"As you say, the doctor said she will never wake up again, that's why I will destroy all the balls in the world if necessary.", I tell him.

"That's pretty stupid reasoning, why don't you blame the children who were playing? Or even the driver who knocked her down?" »

"That's pretty stupid reasoning on your part, because if the balloon didn't excise, the kids wouldn't have been there, and the truck would have gotten through without a hitch," I replied.

"Just say that destroying balloons is the only way for you not to lose your mind."

"Wow, you're pretty insightful, we should also promote you to a divining god, what do you say?", I replied.

"You're a little joker, even if I tortured you again, it won't do any good, so I'll pass.", he said in a slightly angry tone.

"But instead of seeking revenge, you should have looked for a way to wake her up if you care about her as much as you say, right?", he continued.

"Shut up, you don't know anything about everything I've been through!"

"Do you think you're the one who has suffered the most in life? Do you think you're suffering more than Mia right now? Do you think you're suffering more than her who is fighting between life and death at every moment and who has to bear the weight of an idiot who spends his time destroying companies in her name? How pathetic."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"I came on this day to allow you to redeem yourself and get back on the right path."

"No! Thanks I prefer myself this way and chao I'm going to high school."

"I wouldn't leave if I were you." He said.

"And why?" I asked him with an intimidating tone in my voice.

"I want to give you a chance to do what you couldn't do all this time because you were blinded by your hatred towards football. I want to give you a chance to save your dear Mia's life with your own hands, and that way for you to save her life is by playing football. »

I stopped for a moment to pay attention to him, not because I have to play football, because I can't even imagine myself playing football for a second, but Mia's name caught my attention the most. "What's the connection?" I wondered to myself.

"Explain yourself." I asked him.

"If you win the inter-high school tournament, I will grant you a wish."

The inter-high school tournament is a competition in which all the football teams from each high school in Abidjan participate.

"So if I win this tournament, I can ask you to save Mia?"

"Whatever wish you ask me for, I will grant it."

"And why not save her for free like you did with me? That way, I will proclaim loud and clear to the whole world that football is the best thing that can exist on earth. »

"There is a proverb that says: he who is not in the dance cannot know the pats.", he said.

It is a proverb from our country that means that you cannot claim to know something when you are not in the field, or even interested in the field that you claim to know. Like for example a farmer who says he knows how to manipulate a computer, of course, it is possible, and that is the essence of this proverb, because for us to believe him, he must prove it. In my case, it simply means that I cannot claim to love football without even having played it or having proven it by explicit actions.

How does he know the proverb of my small country? Is he some kind of Ivorian god?

With a devilish smile, he continued. "At first, I wanted to make you pay for all the things you did in football, and the most powerful tool against you is that girl. I want to see you suffer in the morning on the field desperately searching for a wish that you won't even be able to get, that's one of the reasons why I didn't let you die in your hospital bed after doing research on you."

"But on the other hand, there's a part of me that wants to show you how exciting, enjoyable, and unifying football is more than you think. So whether you lose or win, I'll be fully satisfied." »

In other words, if I lose while desperately trying to save Mia, he will savor my pitiful state, and in the event that I win, the joy I will feel in saving Mia will mean that I admit that football is not a danger at all, I will no longer have any reason to hold a grudge against football, is a win-win bet called a win-win bet?

"Alright, that's fine with me, whatever your intentions, as long as I have a chance to save her, I accept your offer."

"Great!, now let's move on to the contract.", he said.

"Huh, what contract are you talking about?"

I don't remember that we talked about a contract, but it doesn't matter, it's also important to have a written record because you never know with him.

"Alright, give me the contract.", I told him.

"Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messiah?"

That question again? Is this the contract he was talking about!?

I think I have no choice but to answer.

The words were hard to get out of my mouth, but I have to do it, if I have a chance to save her, I'll do anything, I don't knowhow true his words are, but I am a desperate man, I have no other choice, I wonder if I would not be ready to walk naked in the streets if it was the only way to save Mia, love really makes you crazy, but that is also its charm, the desire to always be with the other, wanting to talk about everything and nothing, feeling the warmth of the other at every moment, wanting to keep it for yourself and for no one else... If I have to answer to share all these moments with Mia, I am ready to throw away my pride, to trample it if necessary.

After resolving, the words, although complicated, came out of my mouth.

"Cristia...no...Ronaldo. »

'' ahhhhhhhhhhh ''

As soon as I pronounced this name, an indescribable pain seized my back, also my calves, precisely at the level of my shin, and at the level of my left torso towards my pectorals, I had the impression that I was being touched with an iron bar heated to a thousand degrees.

'' What… did you do to me?!! ''

'' ahhhhhhhhh !! ''

He was there, in front of me, looking at me with a look of satisfaction on his face while I suffered the morning. Struggling on the ground in pain.

"Don't worry, you can scream as much as you want, no one can hear us outside this room.", he said laughing.

'' ahhhhhhhhh !! ''

'' Oug oug oug '' After five to six minutes of pain. My breathing, although complicated, returned more and more to normal, the pain gradually fading.

"What are you...doing to me?", I asked him as I struggled to get up.

"Like I told you, I have two mixed feelings about you, so I gave you a gift while making you suffer at the same time."

"Huh, what are you talking about?"

"Look at yourself in the mirror.", he said as he directed his gaze towards my mirror that was hung on the wall of my room.

Also directing my gaze towards the mirror...