The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
5. Foreign man with mom
I sat quietly for a moment with David under this tree, and my lips tried to make a sound to start a conversation with him.
"I want to know the ball" I answered briefly and interspersed with a smile from David's lips.
"You're mocking me?" I asked her with a different look at her.
"Eh, no key I just feel good. Because as long as I play ball there is never a woman who wants to play ball" he said, explaining to me.
"Really" I asked in surprise.
"True, because many girls don't like dirty hahahhaha" David laughed loudly, maybe for him I like dirty and different from other girls.
"Ah come on, you keep mocking me"
"No, no key I'm just kidding" he said
"Then?"
"Then what's key?"
"Why are you here, aren't you guys training?"
"We're off, because the coach is sick"
"But why don't you take a holiday? "
"My feet itch when they don't touch the ball"
"Hahahhahaha" We both laughed at each other.
I don't know why I just met you was familiar. There was never a friendship between us. But I think David suits me because his sense of humor is high and small things can be funny.
Because we were busy talking about our introduction or about the ball, until David and I forgot that the reason for coming here was for training. So at dusk saying hello we were still leaning under the big tree doing nothing but talking and laughing together.
"Oh yes, where do you go to school?"
"I went to school in Junior High"
"That means we're neighbors dong, I'm in Junior High School B which is about 300 meters from your school"
"Oh so we're neighbors, hmmm David how if we just go home because the day is going to be dark againan bad here alone and afraid to follow the devil" I said I saw the twilight that will disappear.
"Hahaha, it's also true that you said key yasudah let's go with me to bring a bike"
"But...... " I thought I was still hesitant when David asked me to come home
"It doesn't take much but, let me drive you home" I finally made a conversation with David tracing the journey home that was greeted by a day slowly into the evening.
We enjoyed our trip to the intersection of my village. I stopped there because I didn't want David to get into my shabby neighborhood and lots of hot neighbor babble in my ears about my mom. He was afraid he would feel uncomfortable and not want to be friends with me anymore.
"Oh yeah key, don't forget tomorrow comes for practice"
"Hmmm, okay vid you be careful going home" David replied with a nod and a smile and then he went to pedal his bike to go home. I don't know why I feel like there's something special about having just met I feel like there's something right between us.
Every remember it feels funny because this taste is mixed between fun and shame but it is. And most importantly now I have a new friend who is struggling in the field of football. So at least I can get close to David to learn to play the ball well and correctly.
"Lunches" When the door opened how surprised I was because there was another man who entered the house. I don't know who he is, which is obviously not the father nor the man you met in the past. Then who is she, is the new man to be a mother's partner?. I don't know, I don't understand what you're doing right now.
"Who?" Shouted mother from inside the room, while I was still dumbfounded to see the man. Don't know what he's doing here until he's sleeping quietly like this is his house.
"Hey woke up, what are you doing in my house" My lips couldn't bear to yell at her who was sleeping so well while snoring in my house. My steps were also getting closer to him but he was still slumbering with the dreams being knitted.
"Hey get up, go away you're not your home" I snapped a little hard to wake him up and looked at me with a cruel look.
"Who are you, little boy, how dare to disturb my deep sleep" he said, clutching my arm roughly. My body rebelled in order to escape his grasp.
"Hey, what's going on? " Ask the mother who rushed out of the bedroom.
"Who is mom? Why sleep in our house" I said as I turned my head to find out the answer from my mother.
*plakk* mom's hand slapped me hard.
"You're not coming to cook and protest is not funny" What I got was not the answer even a slap from mother. Just this time mom slapped me with a look of hate, I don't understand what's wrong with me. Why did mom suddenly come in the afternoon with another guy and be rude to me.
"It's with your mother, it's cooking because I'm hungry" the man said, adding, and I hate to hear a word from his mouth. I just don't know who he is, how can his attitude act as good as his head by telling me like a maid.
"Where to cook, don't think much because I'm hungry" My gaze was still the same staring at the man's hatred. This step immediately rushed to the kitchen, even though I had not even hunted cooking.
With the ingredients in the fridge I cooked as usual. I wanted to add poison to this meal for the man, but I was afraid of being misdirected and being able to hit the mother.after all, the poison did not exist and had to buy first. So I better learn to refrain from adding anything cruel.
After the meal was finished cooking, I went to the room without a word. Hurry to clean up and lock the door to study and make silent friends again. Whether or not there is a mother in this house feels the same, my life is surrounded by endless silence.
*Klekkk* Opening a window is the most convenient thing right now. Seeing the star system dancing in the clouds without a load. Even the moon also smiled beautifully looking at the earth inhabited by humans. I want to fly, borrow the wings of an angel for a moment to find a friend above the clouds. But all will happen if I sleep and sleep for a long time and squat spoiled on the dream flowers that I have assembled.
I take out a piece of paper and a pen on the table.I'll write a poem to pour the longing in the mother's arms.
***
Moms, Moms,
You're the heartbeater, but you threw it over the edge
You are the flower of the world, but you never bloom
You're a blue lake, but you never give me a mouthful of water
Moms, Moms,
I missed your hug first
Who embrace in their smile
Between storms, among barren, even among the arid of love
Which left me in solitude
Only you can hold the feeling in your arms
***
Poetry that is not as good as poetry from Chairil anwar, but at least I can convey a sense of longing even a piece. Rarely do I get together with my mom, wanting to be together for even a second. It turns out that reality is not on my side, I'm just a plumber in my mother's life.
It turns out that the harsh reality embraces the wound. I could only complain to the empty walls in my room. Imagining with the picture of the lines of the story that I made myself. because all this time my mother forbade me to play or interact with neighbors in this village.
Maybe it will be so next. I don't know, there's no answer right now and I'm sure I'll be asleep tonight. With the whirring of the wind passing through my window. No matter what else is important I feel good and enjoy the night breeze. Along with the sound of crickets that sound fast. Even though the stomach bears hunger for not eating.
\*kukuruyuk\*chicken sounds signify that morning has arrived. I rushed to prepare myself as usual. Then in a hurry I left this house before they woke up. Because they are currently sleeping in the same room, even though the mother is not married to him. But it makes me hate, even though I never ate the bench TPQ (Qur'an Education Place) at least I still understand about religion even though only a little.
Hearing lectures through TV or radio, that it is an insulting act and is hated by God the Creator. I could only be silent and just resigned to the circumstances.
\*klek\* opens the door efficiently so that no one hears it.
"Be careful key, slow down and don't get caught" I muttered as I hurried away
In the morning I went out of the house and went to school without breakfast or pocket money. You can only leave empty-handed and a few books of knowledge. While walking towards school, I stopped at a crossroads precisely in the rice fields.
The cold air spoils my breathing. Maybe the morning air here has not been mixed with the sins of people like me. Who do not know very deeply about Islam, even sometimes prayer is also rare. Because the lack of religious knowledge given from my mother made me blind to the path of truth.
But at least I try to be the best and learn peace with the situation even though the age is still said not to be an adult.
Netraku enjoy the neatly arranged arrangement of rice, some have yellowed some are still green. The little birds' squeals danced the space between the morning dew. It took me a moment to get rid of my thoughts about the mother and the man. At least I can erase the dirty memory in the brain even though later the memory will come suddenly without any instructions from my lips.
Very happy rasany, staring at the sky with a burst of morning sun that was still peeking. Want to always enjoy even though alone but the circumstances still do not allow me to enjoy it with satisfaction. And I'm always grateful for whatever circumstances will make me rise to stardom.
My step back to leave the rice field. Back again I traced a crowded journey of vehicles and then passed. My feet run small to go to school as well as to practice breathing.
"Hfffuuuu, thank God I finally got to school" It's not in vain I practice, although I haven't eaten but at least I can get to school while running. Still too early, I immediately went to the cafeteria to eat.
Even though mom didn't give me pocket money, I still had money from selling newspapers. It's okay I take a little, more mending mending eat first and then buy the ball later.
"Mom, I just bought that bread 2 yah" Buying the cheapest bread is my ninja path in order to save money. After all 2 breads that cost 1000 rupiah, enough to block my stomach ynag is sounding. Looks like another worm is in the ocean . Because every morning I'm used to eating and just don't eat today because I hate the atmosphere of the house.
\*brukk\*
"uhhh" My knee met the floor so hard after a prankster made a tantrum this morning.
"Hmm, hurts yeah? That's why don't you ever mess with us" Turns out they're a yuri gang. It always bothered me and never made my life calm.
I wanted to vent my anger, but my hunger was unbearable. My hand immediately picked up the bread that had fallen before my eyes.
"Oh, you are crazy huh" I snapped at Yuri as I stepped on my hand wanting to take the bread. They are cruel childhood crimes. There is no end to fighting the weak. I want to feel suffocating to die but unfortunately there are still laws laid down in this country.
\*prukk\*
\*prukkk\* applause from those who were intentional to upset me
"Upsss, I'm sorry that your bread I accidentally stepped on" I loudly threw the feet of yuri who stepped on me. My hand also threw a foot on the man who purposely stepped on my bread.
With a firm grip I clasped both of their legs and pulled them down. They lay free on the cafeteria floor and were greeted with giggling laughter from some of the students who saw them.
"Aww, key pain is a poor person like you have no brain" Yuri said with some poisons from her mulit, while her body was still lying on the floor with a ride. Ratih and bela tried to lift the two of them to get up immediately.
"You ask me where my brain is? What is certain in the head is not like you in a snore" My gaze was satisfied when I saw yuri was embarrassed by my words.
"Hahahahha, huuu wake wey don't fall down" The laughing voice of the other students further made me confident. I don't want any more hotheaded bullshit. Until whenever I will fight him even though I have a big risk.
"An irritating morning, no so I have breakfast because of them" I muttered as I left the canteen and left those who were struggling with shame. It's so annoying, morning can not eat at home even can not eat at school alone.
The money I brought was only 4 thousand, 2 thousand I had bought bread but I had not had time to eat. If I want to buy it again for lunch I can't eat. Let it be, I will feel this hunger strongly because my mother said I am a strong child hehehe.
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