The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
7. Mom's anger at me

I took Riki running towards the field. But unfortunately, Riki's breath did not arrive because it had been a long time also he did not practice to run. So I invited Riki to just run small to get her heart to practice. We finally got to the training ground. We hid in the bushes as usual.

the small bushes in the river stream would be familiar with my being hiding while watching the practice.if he could talk would probably say lazy for always meeting me in the future.

"Well I can finally see the ball game again key" I fell silent and understood how much Riki missed the ball after the last few years he left it. Burying as deep as possible his ideals that make him wrestle tired into the backbone of the family.

"Often bring me here key, so I can play the ball again" his eyes stare with a sparkle. It seemed as if it raised his hopes of coming back to meet the stars.

"Yes ki, I'll take you" Sahut ku to convince Riki to stay upbeat. Even though his ideals are buried, at least there is still hope to play with the ball.

"If you had known the key, I would have watched it with you" he pricked my heart, longing for what to hold. No one could compare, because missing someone who is not there is painful.

"Your father must have been happy in heaven ki, you do not forget to pray yes" I said with a smile to him. determine his heart is hurt if you remember the figure of a father. I gently pulled out his shoulder to make riki calm down.

"yes key"

The training and the game on the field we have noticed from earlier. Starting from running, warming up, juggling and dribbling we noticed. I've understood a few things about the ball. Although not completely, at least I understand little by little. Their training was over, everyone rushed home except David who was still standing and waiting for something.

"Hay vid" Sapaku as we both came out of hiding like spies and approached David there.

"Ehh, Hay key" David was surprised when I came, but the sweet smile on his lips still greeted me and Riki gently. All this time maybe David already knew that I would come and train on the pitch after they left. What David didn't know was that I always came from scratch but hid in the bushes.

"Oh yeah, vid knows he's my friend Riki" David reached out his hand to shake with Riki. Riki greeted him with a smile.

"allen"

"David"

"Oh yes, we both want to practice as usual vid" My greeting to David.

"Oh yeah, key, before practice I had something for you" he said it was a smile, while I didn't know what he wanted to give me.

"What's vid? " Tell me with curiosity. David went to his bag there and brought it to us.

"Now, in the bag there is a ball and you can learn with the ball" he said while giving a bag containing the ball.

"Truly vid" My still-unbelieving eyes told David to say that what I was holding was really the ball he gave me.

"Yes, really, so you can practice juggling the ball" he said, smiling back.

"Alhamdulillah, I finally have a ball O Allah" I said in gratitude. Because what I want is in plain sight.It's nice not to play to see a really good ball like the ball in a regular game and it's not a plastic ball.

"Crazy key, you can train harder" said Riki with his gaze which also gave a word that he was also happy to see I was happy to get the ball.

I was glad to see the ball, a thousand thanks I said to God the Creator of all the merciful, all-loving realms. Again I found good people wherever I stood. And this time God sent a ball through David to give me.

"This ball is the first time I bought and I keep it until now key, maybe the age of the ball is long but still good and I take care of the key"

"Thank you vid" I'm so glad I didn't play that I spontaneously hugged David by accident. So glad I forgot the limit to hug David.

"Eh, uh, uh sorry because I'm so happy" I said as I released the hug from David after this realization returned. David smiled without any words.

"Why are you still silent? How if we try this new ball" said Riki melt the atmosphere.

"I, yes, that's a good idea. I can't juggling or passing the ball either"

"Jaudah come" We all rushed towards the middle of the field.

Before doing a game about the ball, Riki and I ran and warmed up. While David is currently the coach of both of us, because David has done it earlier. Besides, I have nothing to lose when I was trained by David because he has learned a lot in the football club he studied. While Riki and I were just kids yesterday afternoon who wanted to wrestle with a football in this village.

David taught us a few tricks in football. Starting from juggling a good and correct ball, then kicking the ball using the deep foot, dribbling, passing the ball from one foot and the other foot. It's not enough for us to practice that much. Just some of what we do and will do next tomorrow.

When the twilight returned, a swish of cold wind called out that it was going to be evening. The three of us finally went home.

"Today's training we finish, and tomorrow we'll practice again" David told me and Riki.

"OK ready" said I and Riki together.

"Let's go home because it's late afternoon" The three of us rushed to go home. David gets on his bike and Riki comes home with me.

"Come on Riki, you have to get up to the spirit quickly" Riki was exhausted and she was left behind. Because Riki is still the first to run around like this. Especially after the exercise is so tired. Not sick tomorrow is lucky.

"Wait for the key, my breath gasping" I ran backwards to get to the exhausted Riki.

"Judah I push"

"Hahahaha" I pushed Riki from behind and we both laughed along the way.

In the evening, it was time to return home. But I thought I was worried because I didn't understand where I was going home. For a moment I thought while walking down the already bright streets with some street lights. The line of dimly lit lights followed in our footsteps on this chilly night.

"Hmmm, Riki you just go to the road because I go straight home" I thought I got the certainty to go home and check things out. Riki will definitely go back out on the streets to make money.

"Okay key, you be careful well" We were separated at the intersection of the village. Riki headed for the big road and I entered into a crowded village. Wishing that man had gone from home so that my life would not be frightened by his cruelty to me.

"Hmmmmffuuuuu" Breathing in and exhaling slowly is the best way to calm my heart.

*klek* I slowly open the door of the house with a fear that haunts back. How surprised not to play it turns out that the man is still not gone. In fact he really enjoys the atmosphere of this house, as well as the owner of the house.

"Well good, well, go no farewell and go home too late" She slowly headed to where I was standing. His tall and sturdy body made my soul tremble instead of play. I looked at the house but didn't see my mother from any side.

*plakk*a loud slap floated on my tiny cheek.

"A brash kid, don't cook and come home too late" His hard hands slapped my cheeks red. It felt bad and it hurt not to play. This slap is 5x more painful than a mother's slap.

"Even om, ibuuuuu" cried out and wished for my mother to come out to help me.

"Oh apparently you've come home well, you're a bad boy"

*brukkk* it turns out my mind was wrong, mother pushed me until I fell on the floor.

"Mom, my gosh" Mother's leg kicked me again, until my body overcame the ball in the bag. That ball hurt my stomach. My lips whimper in pain, but I won't let them know that I'm carrying a ball.

*brakk*

Again the man's hand hit my head and hit the dining table. A little blood was pouring on my head but mother left not caring about me. Did you hate me and not love me anymore?.

The question was circling itself in my head. While my blood was still dripping, the mother and the man went somewhere. My mother could leave me alone in this house when my body and heart were badly hurt. My mother's hand was no longer the same, which usually cleared me of wounds but now gave me wounds instead.

*Klakk* took a pot of water and then planted so I could make warm water. While waiting, I held back the blood and wiped it with a pot of cloth. It felt like, not only was my skin torn apart but my heart was equally torn from love disappearing away.

A few minutes later, the water finally boiled. I prepared warm water in a plastic basin. Take a clean cloth and squeeze and compress the wound while cleaning the rest of the blood. Sometimes I just try to forget. Forgetting the fact that the mother's hand hurt.

Want to cry but it feels like I have to be strong and accept the situation that has always been painful. But it felt so broken that what hurt me was not just other people but my own mother.

In a small bed I lay. Compressing some bruises on the head or on the face. I hope tomorrow will be healthy again. Looking at the wall already showed at 9 p.m. A new drama this time I became a role, whether I was the lead role. Because when I was hit I wasn't dead, it was just injured there and here.

"o Allah, strengthen your weak servant.I am sure that there are still many good people in this world who make these lips smile again beautifully.if not this time, maybe another time in the future" I muttered to myself in bed.

Maybe God still gave me a chance to continue the next few episodes to survive.

With some pain I walked slowly, looking for ingredients I could cook. Inside the small refrigerator only finds eggs, tofu, and kale.

Taking the egg and the tofu mixed into one is like my current mixed feelings. Then I add chili and pepper let me feel better the spiciness of chili or pepper than the spiciness of the words of the mother that makes the heart hurt.

I cooked and ate it with soy sauce. There is no rice and no vegetables, because to cook rice and vegetables will require extra energy in processing. At the moment, my strength is still unstable. So inevitably eat the potluck that is here.

When my stomach was full, I went back to my little bed. Hugging a bobo doll and pitting stories at her.

"Bo, why is mom cruel huh do I have a wrong on mom?" Bobo was silent, but he always faithfully listened to the deepest recesses of my heart from A to Z.

Bobo never denied being lethargic while listening to me tell a long story. Yes it is very obvious because bobo is a dead thing. Even now I find it very difficult to complain about my story to humans.

Although I was close to Ari and Riki, I rarely told them too deeply. It's just that my complaints to the wind to blow hard and fly between the ceiling and the moon and then disappear. I also complained to the waves, so that later it could be delivered to the reef in the opposite village. Who gave me a speck of hope even a tiny bit.

In the late night, my eyes tried to fall asleep. Let sleepiness cloud my mind. So that I can sleep reaching for the flowers of dreams that I will assemble beautifully tonight in the midst of a hurt heart. So that I can forget about this incident as well. But it is very difficult for my eyes to fall asleep, even though drowsiness has come to be. Until I forced myself to sleep. In the end, my eyes also fell asleep in the grip of the pain I was holding.