The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
9. Mom still loves me?
I hurried closer to the window. Seeing the outside atmosphere it was raining. But not completely, there are still some drizzle droplets that moisten the ground. Immediately I came out of the room and wanted to feel the fresh air after the rain. My steps now go to the porch. Looking at the sky accompanied by drizzle.
"Subhanallah" What a great creation of God that spoils the eyes. A rainbow of colors above the sky. People say, after rain there will be rainbows. My lips widen my smile of happiness. Enjoy it while sitting on the terrace of the house.
No matter if I am alone, but at least there is still a drizzle that accompanies. And the sky that gives treats, not coffee but a rainbow that stretches beautifully between cloudy clouds.
"Aaaaaaa" I cried out in delight, holding out my hand against the rain falling slowly from the tile. Enjoy the beautiful and comfortable atmosphere, play around with peaceful rain. It is fun to dance even if only the hands are moistened by rainwater. But at least I found the pleasure witnessed by rainbows, clouds, even drizzles.
I told stories and danced in the dew of rain. Dampen a little and absorb in the soul that carves happiness in oneself. I can feel it in peace, for the gratitude in my soul is painted because of all the favors God has given me.
Not feeling the drizzle is completely gone. And the rain was over but not with the rainbow still faithfully radiating colorful face pampering my eyes even though it was vague.
For a moment I closed my eyes from the deepest thoughts. Feeling the imagination I drew in my mind. As if playing between rainbows and dancing with angels. Smiling myself like a madman, but I just enjoy the beautiful rainbow from the earth.
After I opened my eyes, disappointment approached because the rainbow had already disappeared. Now only the twilight that emits its orange is faintly covered with clouds in the western horizon. The sound of birds is also connected to return to the nest above the trees.
I rushed to get into the house too. Prepare and cook for dinner. After that, I waited for my mother and hoped that she would come home. But it feels impossible, because if the mother works then the house will be late or in the morning. So I could just go back to eating by myself, cleaning myself and finally sleeping by myself.
*tock, tock, tock, tock*
*tock, tock, tock, tock*
*brakkk*the sound of objects hitting the door hard.
Surprised not to play, I jumped out of bed and found out where the sound came from. It looks like from the front door, I thought to myself. When I saw the wall clock it was still at 2 a.m.
"Is this mom? " I thought I was wondering to myself. My steps were on alert as soon as possible heading to the front door. Brave with a sturdy body even though actually afraid. When this hand touched the doorknob, my steps back backwards.
"If this isn't the mother how, or the bad guy, or maybe the ghost, or even the ghost becomes the bad guy. Well, how is this" I complained to be worried. Ask yourself while looking at the door handle that is still locked.
I wanted to peek through the window but I didn't dare. If this mother has been this door open. Because mom held the key herself so there was no need to wake me up. My feet back and forth in front of the door, then back inside the house to pick up the broom. If there's a bad guy, at least I have a gun to hit him.
Then I went back and took more things, the spatula in my right hand and the broom in my left hand. I feel ready to fight if the one at the door is a criminal.
*clamps, clamps, claws* slowly I opened the door with a sense of caution. The heart also begins to pause as it is anchored.
"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim" take a deep breath and then open slowly.
*krekk*
"Astaghfirullah, mother, mother why? " The eyes were shocked when they saw the mother at the door. His body staggered, even to stand up was difficult. I threw him into the house. Mom's bad breath is weird and I don't know what it smells like.
When I tried to wake up mom, her talk was raving. I don't know why mommy's drunk. He said when drunk will speak not clearly and like an unconscious person. Without a second thought I immediately made warm water to compress the mother. Make warm tea for mom to drink.
"Mom, this is tea drink so that mother feels comfortable" A glass of warm tea I treat mother. But her body was hard to get up, so I helped her drink.
"Weeeeekkkkk, weeeeekkkk" Just got a sip of tea water into my mother's mouth and she vomited it out. I'm the one who takes care of mom alone worried about her situation. I was confused who would ask for help, because everyone must be resting at this time. I finally took care of my mother alone.
Cleaning up mom's vomit on the floor. Then wipe the mother's skin with warm water and compress it. I hope you come back to your senses. I massaged the soles of my mother's feet that lay heaven with a smile. I massaged his body to quickly awaken. I didn't feel like I was sleeping next to my mom.
*petok, petok, petok* the sound of a chicken that is very crowded like laying eggs. They woke me up who was asleep in my mother's room. As I slowly opened my eyes, how shocked it was to see that mother was no longer in this place. To the kitchen, the living room, even every corner I searched but I couldn't find my mother anywhere.
*krekkk*The sound of the door is heard, it looks like someone is coming in. It turned out to be the mother, in her hand holding a plastic bag containing food.
"Nih eat, rice let you not be thin" I smiled as mom gave me a pack of rice. My eyes sparkled with joy, then rushed to hug mother.
"Thank you mom, for still loving me"
"Ihhh, have eaten there no need to be more" Mother's hand threw me from her embrace.
But I'm still happy because today I can eat with my mom. When I eat, my gaze is not focused because it sees the mother who also eats together in front of me. I can't believe it because I want to eat with me again like before.
This is what I miss, the love and care of my mother. I wish mom would come back like she used to be. An angel without wings who protects me with the deepest heart.
"You're like that, you've eaten there"
"Eh, i.. Yes ma'am this key eat" My meal this time is very delicious. No one compares breakfast this morning. Because I'm eating with both of you without a bully. After our rice was both gone, mom rushed to pack up and get ready to work again.
"Where are you going" I hugged the hand of the mother who was about to pick up the bag and shoes.
"What the hell are you, I want to work"
"But you're sick" I whined while looking at you. Actually this heart is very worried because just this morning I realized and immediately worked again. I am sure he has not fully healed.
"You don't work, you can't eat" Mom's hand threw me back until this body fell on the floor.
"Mom, key doesn't want me to go to work. Key wants you to love the key like you used to" My tears broke when I said to mom. But mom was still cool to put on her shoes and take her earrings to install.
"Udah ya key, you are already big so naturally mother stay"
"Mom, key promises not to be naughty and key will be a good mother's son"
"Key horrified mom, you can choose what is good or not. So don't be lebay like this. And you're a great kid because you can take care of yourself" Mom's hand clasped both of my shoulders. Give understanding to me who is still crying. But instead of listening to my words, my mother rushed to leave.
"Enough key, oh yes there's money on the table for you to eat"
*gubrakk* Mom closed the door hard. Now he's leaving me again. Until now I don't know what job you're in until there's no time for me.
A very boring day, I just smiled happiness but not long after that happiness was taken forcibly by time. And now I'm alone again. Stand in front of the mirror. Stare carefully at every corner of my face.
It turns out that the marks from the blow are still there. Some of the blue dots are still imprinted but not as bad as yesterday. Once again I take warm water to compress the remaining bruises.
I wish tomorrow was gone so I could go back to school. When I finished I returned to the mirror, talking to my own shadow.
"You're wrong what the hell is the same mom? Why is mom not good with you now?" But the shadow was silent. My eyes and his eyes looked at me, as if I were talking to someone when it was just a shadow.
It's crazy to be quiet, talk to a hobby, talk to the rain, talk to a shadow, then talk to another. I complain all the time. Sitting with the shadow for a moment to let him hear a little bit of the grievance I felt. Life is like a teenager but time is eaten which forces me to mature.
"Aaaaaaaa" My frustrated scream in the room. Silence is rampant and does not let me enjoy pleasure even if only for a moment. Again I spent my free time inside the house as usual. Until the evening forced me to sleep in the lap of the moon.
The sound of crickets accompanies me like a song that makes me sleep long. I wish I had the beautiful dreams I expected. And still the same, always hoping but that hope never ends with laughter.
\*kukuruyuk\*chicken sounds call me to wake up. The morning was crowded with birds who had gone around looking for food. I rushed to clean myself and cook. Occasionally look in the mirror to make sure that the bruise on your face has faded.
I'm glad I'm going back to school. After 2 days of not entering without permission because of the drama that happened yesterday. I will definitely be reprimanded by the teacher's mother for not sending a letter.
After all the cooking was done, I ate it voraciously. Just one serving is enough to make me hungry. The rest I put on the dining table, if mom comes home later can directly eat my food.
I headed to the room to prepare the textbooks. Saw there was a ball bag that David gave him. I opened it slowly. Inside was a ball and there was a letter I was unaware of. Open it slowly and read quietly.
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Hi key, this is the first ball I bought when I wanted to wrestle the ball. I bought it with my own money. I took good care of it so that this ball doesn't get worn out and damaged. I also signed him next to the side of the ball. I hope you signed him on the side.
This ball is deliberately left to you, because you are the first woman I met and liked the ball. I wish you could play with this ball.
Keiyyyyyyyy spirit
David. P
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That is the letter David wrote. I kept the letter neatly as a sign of Thank you to David who gave me his first ball. I signed it next to David's signature according to his request. Someday I will repay David.
When I saw the ball, David's signature was as beautiful as any world player. I put the ball back in the bag. Then I put it in the closet.
The wall clock shows at 06:00. I immediately rushed to go to school. As usual, I ran around a little. But my heart was pounding again, maybe this is the effect because it had been 2 days I did not run. So I compensate by running slowly so that the heart is not surprised. eventually I went to school after a beautiful journey.
"Huhhh, tired also turned hehehe" muttered to myself as he walked towards the classroom. Passing through the school hallways with confidence. Go to class and sit there relaxed. Observe the uninstalled whiteboard.
The rest of the writing explains the mathematical calculations that bored me. Just entering the class was treated to a beautiful engraving of numbers between calculations and mathematical formulas, but I did not like it.
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