The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
18. Enjoy meatballs pak Ali

My ears are deaf to their cries about anything.My ears are only able to hear David's screams from end to end to give me definite direction.whatever I do to be a better player.

*prit*

"Gollllllll" All cheered with joy as our team pulled off a beautiful goal from a long-range pass by a defender. All players do not do the jam to save time. Everyone goes back to their respective positions.

Then do the ball well. Keep pressing the opposing team in the final minutes. Sure enough, after 3 minutes our team did the goal again and the position became 3-2. We were happy and just kept pushing back to equalise.

This game is a very stressful match. This match can go into the next match. Every game must be won to keep the self-esteem of the team. I try to keep showing my best even if it's just a paid player. Until the extra minute we managed to score again with a 3-3.

*pritt* long whistle sounded. Even though the final score was the same it was not a matter of importance not losing. This is to maintain the self-esteem of a coach and a competing team. I'm also happy and cheering with all the players and the coach.

We are happy to be out of the pressure and to be able to equalise the occupation until the last minute of the game. Surprisingly their supporters also supported me, no one mocked when I entered the field. Loyal supporters are hard to find. But this game is really cool and tense.

"Good key, it turns out beautiful also the game began" David blurted out words of praise. But I just kept quiet, because compliments can also destroy dreams.

"Too gini how you can enter the national team" said David again gave encouragement

"Already, already, I still need more knowledge. Once he plays it's not enough that it's important that we consistently train and play to maintain good performance" said my friend who followed David's nod as a sign of understanding

"Pinter you also key, I've been studying with you for a long time"

"Hahaha, can you" We both laughed beside the field.

"Key, key" A foreign voice called out to me. I immediately looked over and saw where the voice came from.

"Oh yes sir, what is it? " It turned out to be the coach's voice from the team I was playing. I'll go to him right away.

"It's your pay for helping my team" he gave me 1 bill of 50 thousands. He said that it was salary money once performed during the match.

"Oh yes sir, thank you" I said. David and I rushed home. All the things like clothes and shoes I took off and gave them to the coach.

"Wait for the key" The coach's hand held my shoulder. As if to prevent him from going and want to say something

"Yes sir, what else are my clothes and shoes back"

"You want to play again tomorrow, help me" the coach pleaded with me with a sad look. I know the pain of a coach is when his protege is sick and injured eating he needs a good player to support his team.

"But I can't sir" I turned it down, because it's not an official match and I'm afraid of injury. From the games I've seen, a lot of teams are doing everything they can to win. There are even those who can hurt the opposing player to get the victory. I'd rather go back than get hurt and not play ball anymore.

"I'll pay you more than this"

"No sir, in football it's not all about money. I want to play just to get the science" I firmly and immediately went to draw the hand of David who was still silent there.

*prok, prok, prok*

"Great you key, just knew the ball but already loved the ball. Even the big money you refuse" said David who was walking beside you.

"Actually I think of something, is not in every game there are teams that have been recorded and registered whether it is the first team or reserves. But why would I be able to go straight in without having to be registered" I asked David seriously. Our steps stopped immediately. David turned to look at me and wanted to give an explanation. I kept quiet and looked at David again.

"this is the key" My eyes listened, my ears listened and my brain recorded. David said that the tarkam in this city is very funny. Tarkam that was a match between the villages. Where there are no registered players or what, so there are only matches can win and can be prizes.

The substitute can be taken from the audience there. They will give rewards to the substitute. Because in tarkam there are no clear rules such as the rules of the Indonesian league. Provided that the player participating in the tarkam does not exceed the age or does not exceed the specified height.

Sometimes even though there is a rule of height, but still some pass the selection. Maybe because there is a mouthpiece that tempts the eyes of every committee or organization.

There are also tarkams that have set rules. Where there are team players who have been registered either core players or reserve players. The players must not be replaced by another player whose name is not on the team already registered.

If anyone violates it will be sanctioned. So the presence or absence of eating players still have to play according to the existing team. Or if unable to withdraw from the tarkam tournament.

"Is that unregistered tarkam all over the city? " I was curious

"No, it's just here"

"Hahahhaha, the two of us laughed together again along the way. It turns out I just found out if there is a free tarkam to change players using the audience. I guess it happens all over the place it's just in my place.

" Oh yeah, you want to come with me"

"Where's key? "

"To where Riki works"

"Where does riki work? Isn't he still small and not old enough? " Task David seriously to know about riki.

I explained to him that Riki was a hawker who became the backbone of his family. Riki's mother only works as a washing worker.

"Pity is also the Riki" said David who was the mother after hearing of the life of grief that Riki experienced. Then we both rushed to go to Riki's place and Abu sir. I think I missed them, but only a few days did not go. But this miss hurt me so much.

"Rikiiiiiii" Shouted as he reached the streets and saw Riki peddling his wares at the red light.

"Key" Riki immediately pulled over and approached me with David. He immediately hugged me, apparently Riki also missed because I was not here for a few days.

"Hello bro" Riki reached out his hand and David greeted him. They shook hands like old friends and hugged. It's a beautiful friendship, especially David wants to be friends with us. We already know the background of those who are not white. As for David, I'm sure that he's a rich man but never showed his arrogance.

"Oh yeah ki, Abi sir, isn't there at the stall? " I asked when I saw the open stall but there was no Abi sir there.

"Oh at most Mr. Abi to the bathroom for a while "South with a relaxed

"We go to Mr. Abi, I want to treat all of you" while showing a smile and a piece of money 50 thousand. Enough to eat the same meatballs iced tea for four

"Wuih, you have a lot of money to practice"

"Biasalah, windfall" The three of us walked towards the stall pak abi

"Alhamdulillah key, but why don't you save" asked Riki

"Because, I, I, a lot of money"

"Hahahahha" Riki and I laughed because our sense of humor was low and it was easy to laugh. When I saw David he was still not laughing, I nudged a little of his hand and he tried to laugh. David forced me to laugh.

"Eh y'all have been since" said the ash man who came from the opposite direction. The three of us immediately shook hands to Abi sir who was like his own father.

"Father from anywhere" I asked as I patted the ash pack's hands as usual.

"Oh it's from the toilet for a while" he answered, pointing to the toilet across the street

"Mother isn't afraid of the stall of adversity, is he? " Cut David opened his voice while staring at the astonished ash pack

"No son, because there is a windfall that is terrible" Mr. Abi always believes that the sustenance is already there is a regular. Much or not if not the windfall will definitely be taken back.

"Oh yes, who are you" asked Abi who was confused to see David for the first time.

"Know sir, I'm David's friend Key" while extending a hand to shake hands as a sign of introduction

"Oh, your friend key" I nodded as a gesture of agreeing with the words of Mr. Abi.

"Oh yes sir, I want a treat" My own frenzied talk with the money I showed them

"Wahhh, cool nih horeee" Sahut Pak Abi who jumped over joy like a child.

"Yaudah let us go to Pak Ali meatballs" The most delicious meatballs in my opinion are Pak ali meatballs.

It's across the street from the red light. The atmosphere where your name is, and the taste is not inferior to the famous restaurant. The greeting of Pak ali is friendly, especially to street children. Even Mr. Ali often gives free meals on Friday to street children and pedicab makers. He said that treasure would be a blessing to share. He also said sharing would not make falling poor.

Once there I ordered a 4-bowl meatball. The price is cheap only 5000 only ever meatball portions. And iced tea with a price of 3000 rupiah per glass. Mr. Ali is familiar with me, Riki, even Mr. Abi. So we talked there while eating. Likewise with me, who invited David to talk together so as not to be silent contemplating life heheheh.

At first I thought David was anti-eating on the side of the road. But when I saw that he really enjoyed Pak Ali's meatballs, how delicious every mouthful that goes into the mouth until the pleasure in the last spoon. Even the bowl was clean with no sauce left.

"The meat is very good key" while staring happily because he had eaten meatballs one bowl.

"You want to add? "

"No need to key, if I add tomorrow - tomorrow I will not come here again"

"Why indeed? " My mouth with wonder

"Because I was so full of "I laughed at the statement David gave me. Pak ali meatballs are indeed very good, I think this is the most delicious meatball in the world. Because I haven't tasted the other meatballs that exist in this world. Hanay bakso pak alk whom I love, hehehe.

All the bowls are empty. The four of us were satisfied with the bowl of meatballs that Pak ali served. Delicious and very delicious, especially when eating together. Then we took a break to go and relax sitting in the shop of Pak Abi while talking.

The noise of the vehicle made the village rumble with the sound of the pot knows who kept shouting. The beautiful atmosphere became gray due to the dirty air smoke. Different from where I live that is safe, beautiful and filled with beautiful scenery. Be it rice, corn, grass and illang neatly arranged. All that is in the world is not spared by the creation of the Almighty God.

"Oh yeah, actually I was a newspaper salesman" I said breaking the silence in a crowd of vehicles.

"You're key? " David's gaze looked at me seriously. Looks like David will leave me and won't be friends again after hearing a black background statement as a street kid.

"Yes" I've resigned, the important thing is that I accept sincerity from people who want to be friends with me