The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
2. Stamped Motor
For a moment this netra unintentionally stared at a woman who was no stranger was a mother. Sitting in a fancy car with a new guy. Though 2 days ago mother brought a man to the house and now it has changed again.
My lips were silenced, while my heart insisted on calling out to him. But just being quiet is one of the keys so that you don't bear the shame and know about my existence.
"My eyes are not wrong, it's mom" I muttered while hiding behind a large pot of street garden.
Slowly the rain subsides, the drizzle also goes away. I am grateful to be able to go home. Returned the newspaper to Mr. Abu the newspaper seller and promised tomorrow he would return to peddle the newspaper.
I roamed the wet streets with puddles everywhere because it was raining. Piles of garbage that clog the sewers of the village make the water overflow on the streets.
Even drowned some of the plants that were on the outskirts. I do not understand the people here, the trash cans have been lined up neatly, sorted between the wet, dry and plastic ones. Why is there so much rubbish on the road.
"Who's wrong, I might take notes so I can ask the teacher back tomorrow. So that I could calm down after getting a clear answer" I thought, as I retraced the flooded streets.
I don't care if the water is overflowing to my stomach. Because I had to hurry home so mom wouldn't know if I was soaking wet from selling newspapers. The further you go, the heavier it feels because the water is getting higher. I opened the sandal and held it up so as not to drift. Then again I hit the flood that was in plain sight.
"crazy, the flood is very high, fortunately I did not drift" said I who was relieved to pass through the flood safely.
The journey that I should have taken 10 minutes instead became 2 times the length because the flood was blocked. Slowly I carefully traced the streets that did not appear asphalt color. Because a little bit I'm on the wrong path it will go into the gutter. fortunately not only for, if the heat is lost.
Finally a long and wet journey brought me safely to the door. But I have to think back to how to get inside so as not to get wet. The bright idea came suddenly. I dry clothes by squeezing them to remove the water little by little.
"Squeeze again key, squeeze again.let's get excited" I shouted to encourage myself while squeezing clothes that look still wet. After a few minutes, my clothes finally dried. Then this foot rushed into the house to take a shower and prepare to cook dinner with the supplies that are already in the refrigerator.
Every day I eat alone, do my own dishes and busy myself it feels like number one, hehehe. After that I learned to sleep alone together late which was filled with cold air. Again alone without the loving embrace of mother's tender hand.
Every day I cook for myself and take care of myself. Without mother or father's intervention. It felt so empty that my life was filled with silence.
At dawn I opened my eyes to worship and cook. After that hurry to go to school, while the mother is still asleep because she always comes home at night.Sometimes the mother comes home at 12 pm, sometimes goes home at 1-5 am, and even the mother never goes home. Therefore I cook, prepare provisions, prepare school supplies by itself.
Bidding only on a little doll that I already considered a friend, bobo his name. The old teddy bear was eaten up by time, but it was a sign of the affection my mother gave me when I was 5 years old. Until now he was a mute friend who listened to my speech without a word from his lips.
That's the activity I always do. If you say envious, I really envy my friends who are still cared for by their parents even though they are 13 years old. As for me, I can only enjoy daydreams that never happen about what I think.
Though I want to be simple is to want to be scolded when doing wrong, then beaten by the father so as not to repeat again. Then the mother came to embrace warmly and gave good advice not to repeat again. I also wanted to be searched when I came home too late, wanted to be snapped by my father for not studying.
While the mother was busy cooking in the kitchen for the preparation of eating together. Tells the story of the school, given a hug of warmth by the father when there was lightning arrived or cooked food that I like by the mother. But never mind, it's impossible for me to get because everything that's happening right now is real, which is really the fact that I'm standing alone even though there's still a mother.
But all that never wear off my love for mom, it's just that I hate dad for leaving without saying goodbye to me. Even the father also never widen the smile, it feels foreign like someone else who has no blood ties.
I don't understand if my birth was a problem for them. I just don't know what happened in the past. If it's true that I'm a mistake then why don't they just kill me, if indeed I'm the culprit of all this trouble why not just throw it away.
What else do I have to live if something does not stop just drifting without cause in the mind that is still said to be quite small to feel it. Until now only mother I have and only mother who financed my life even though I do not understand what mother's work.
\*kringggg\* at 12 noon the time to go home has arrived. I am currently in Junior High School in 1st grade. SMP country which is said to be very good for me. Because this is my mother's request that I get the best education possible.
Even though mom didn't seem to be physically looking at me, she still thought about the future I was facing. But what I need is not that ma'am, just a gentle caress of genuine affection from you mother. It's true that I miss you so much.
I went home alone without the vehicle I was riding. Only rely on small legs that are tiny to get to the house which is quite a distance of about 1 km. When traversed using a vehicle may only be 12 minutes, but if the walk may be up to about 30 minutes.
I am happy when walking leisurely because my body will try to enjoy the scenery to get rid of saturation on the trip although not completely. Although on the left and right there are only trees and rice fields that accompany each day.
Right now I have a little plan, after school I want to stop by the field in my village. There are a lot of kids practicing ball in the afternoon. Who knows, I can find knowledge there and I can go there to play ball. My pace was getting faster to rush to the house and change clothes so as not to miss the children who were running.
\*settt\*my shoe brake is very good even though I've been torn, but it reminds me that this afternoon no one is still practicing. Because they'll be practicing in the afternoon around 3.
How the hell would I know? What is clear is that I know because I saw children training there when I went down that road to the sea to get rid of sadness. Shouting is not silly just to throw annoyance at the tidal or receding current waves at that time. Because I have no place to tell stories that make me depressed, which is nothing but bobo and also in nature.
The field from my house is quite close, at most only about 10 minutes when walking there. The atmosphere of the field is very comfortable. Surrounded by rice fields and on the seafront that gives a breeze of calm.
\*Bruk, bruk, bruk\* I decided to run back to get home quickly. But my breath did not arrive.
"ohh, my breath is broken. I am tired of running. I seem to have to run often so that my breath is not like this anymore" I complained that murmured indistinctly due to breath gasping.
50 Minutes of time passed. It's 12:50 now I'm at a crossroads. Hugging the newspaper as usual with a shirt and pants 3/4. Peddle newspapers from one car to another after a red light. At least there is still approximately 2 hours to peddle the newspaper.
Rejeki no one knows, but I hope to get a fortune that is quite a lot even with a very short time. When I was on the street, my eyes were on the white car. There I saw my mother with a stranger to me. Not even the man I saw yesterday but this man is different again.
I immediately ran to hide so mom wouldn't know if I was selling newspapers back. Little footsteps continued to step back with staking gazes at the mother's car so as not to stare at me who was trying to run away.
\*brukkkk\*
"ohh" The newspaper in the hand was scattered because the motorcycle slammed into my arm. The balance that I have is not too good to make this body fall sprawled on the paved road. While the person just direct the gas and go without any sense of responsibility.
Banana man, who has a heart but no heart. I immediately got up and re-cleaned the scattered newspapers. It was fortunate that she did not look at me, as her eyes focused on talking to the man in the car. I want to follow where mom is going, and what kind of job I'm doing now. But there is still doubt.
"Let's get up, you're okay" Riki said as she sat down at the stop.
"It's nothing ki, it's just a little scratched in the arm" I said while showing a wound that bleeds as a result of the impact that brought my skin with asphalt scratches.
"You why the hell, even run away not because even though the streets are crowded and fortunately you only get dragged a little" I just keep quiet and then throw a smile at riki.
"He smiled instead" Anxious riki because I replied with just a smile.
"Heheh, let it be important that I survive"
"Just look if I meet that guy, I beat him up for hitting my friend but there's no sense of responsibility" Angry while clenching his hands and staring at the motorized man who had passed from there.
"Of course, that guy's gone"
"Alright then, next time be careful yes I want to find a plaster first to cover your wounds" said riki as he hurried away.
"Thank you riki" Riki simply replied with a nod and a smile.
Riki was one of my friends on the street. He also became a new trader. His life is like mine, abandoned by a father. I was left without cause and riki was abandoned because of God's call. While Riki's father died so he had to fight to help his mother find the rupiah coffers to support his two younger brothers who were 6 years and 3 years old.
His determination was always hard to live life. He never uttered since I knew riki from 1 month ago to the present. Riki is just a teenager carrying a burden on his own shoulders. Loose the windfall from a box of hawkers. He always thanked God. Because he knows everything will change when the time comes.
"Here's the key plaster, you cover the wound so it doesn't get dusted" his hand thrust out one plaster that's enough to cover my current wound.
"Thank you ki"
" Yes equally "Riki immediately resume to sell. In order to earn income at this time. I immediately returned the newspaper to the owner. Then rushed over to Riki and helped him sell.
"Here I help you sell your drinks yes" My hand rushed to pick up 2 bottles of cold drinks that Riki brought
"You don't sell newspapers"
Riki asked with a surprised look.
"That's it, just think of it as saying Thank you to you ki"
"Yaudah, let's sell gas"
" Hahahahha"" We both laughed together.
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