Remember
Ordeal of becoming secretary

 “REMEMBER”

(Chapter 01: Beginning)

(Two years ago)

Wiggling.

That's how it feels

when I get into this car. The movement made my consciousness withdrawn

come out softly to the peace of the dreamland.

That was an

a sign that I was almost at my beloved village. Understand, to go

come here must pass through small hills and winding streets.

Sitting in front

open window. My weary body leaned back leisurely, enjoying

outside view, and feel the gust of wind when this sedan car is in the middle

drove.

Comfort of the moment

it made me fall back to sleep. Even so, the cradle

this time it is no longer effective, since the mountain range began to be seen

vividly.

"Wuaaah~!" - thought.

To someone original

villagers who live in the highlands, the mountains are a sight

which is very powerful to erode longing after a long time away.

On a clear day

nan scorching, the shadows of the coast can begin to be seen. But I didn't

so often you can see the ocean clearly because it is blocked by trees

a thick one like this. As a result, my eyes could only be fixed on the mountains

that'sthat's all.

That way,

silence shrouded this car again.

Surprisingly, I'm getting old

feel a sense of nostalgia with this kind of scenery.

"Why your face

frowning so?" ask my uncle, who is driving a car.

"I was reminded

boarding the study tour bus during SD."

"Why

what is?"

"I used to sit in

behind, exactly close to the supervising teachers. While trying to hold back

nauseous all the way, my supervising teachers were noisily crouching in the chair

back."

Uncle then laughed.

"That's a pity for you, son."

Truly memories

that's annoying!

This car keeps on going

like an arrow shot, to find a row of other vehicles that are quite

long in front of us. It is a normal Sunday, but the streets are

filled with various vehicles. Sometimes, short traffic jams are possible

happen.

"The road is good

many," lamented.

"You know what, Dy?

The area here began to be visited by many tourists, even outside the island."

"Hm. I didn't

know this place is getting famous."

"Yes, that's it.

Moreover, there are famous people who come here. Definitely add

crowded."

His answer

making me turn out the window while holding a bitter laugh.

"Yes, and will

forgotten again" I whispered.

Now that it starts

slowing down and leaving the plateau, we went further inside

rural street. This car then goes down a slightly narrowed road with

without any hindrance.

By the way, I can

stop looking around at the young mothers and somewhat focus forward, Uncle? Side

our car is a ravine, ’lho!

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The smell of grass

the bushy was the first thing that greeted us. I don't know why it feels

as if there was plenty of room to breathe.

Somewhere in the

the courtyard, I was silent for a moment looking at the building right in front of me.

That's a house

my beloved. Even though it is small and looks old-fashioned, this place saves a lot

reminiscences.

When I take the bag

we were from the car as Uncle ordered, two people from

the house within. My mother and sister put on cheerful faces.

"Sister Ferdy

yow!"

Fairus squealed,

ran, and immediately hit my body. I held her and held her body

that cute one.

"Fairu! Yes

geez, you're getting bigger now!" I kissed her cheeks for a moment.

"The more beautiful my sister is."

"Silver bring

by-by?"

Oh, my God, this kid. Him

must have long expected that when I heard I was coming home.

"Yes, it's inside

the bag has toys for you. But I want to rest, yeah. The Big Brother's body is still

sick."

"If you are still sick

get in there!" mother's toilet. "You've been a habit often

force yourself!"

"Sorry, Mom."

I smiled wryly. "Oh, yeah. Where are you going? Early in the morning, bring a bag

shopping," I asked after I realized there was something in Mom's hand.

"Ya mau ke pasar,

’lah!" Once again Mother nodded. "Last lived abroad you

I forgot, huh?"

"Eh, i-yes."

"Some of why

do you have any sudden news if you want to go home? Mother has not prepared

anything."

"Ah, no need

bother, Mom."

"Yes, I want to

to the market first," he said, then grabbed my sister's hand.

"Ah, yes.

Careful, Ma'am."

That way he

and Fairus stepped away leaving us both.

Aku kemudian membawa

my own stuff to the room. When I opened the door, I found a place

it's been a few years uninhabited this looks very neat.

"Mother turned out

I take care of my room so well. Thank you, Mom," - I thought.

Uncle brought the rest

to the family room, then after he finished he immediately returned home.

Now, stay me

who is in this house.

My feet are moving towards

to the large window on the east side of the room. The fingers feel warm-warm thin

it seeks to open the light blue curtains, then the sunlight glare

a typical morning instantly colors the entire room with a pale yellow.

From this window, I

could see clearly a field that stretched about 20 meters from here. Seen

so green, as if it would feel very comfortable if trying to smash in

up there. On that green expanse, I also saw a group of children

I am busy playing ball.

I'll get my jacket back

the one that was previously on the bed, then rushed out of the house and

towards that field.

Less than a minute,

that's the time to get to that place.

I'm standing on the side

the field, looking at the jelly every move will be their game. Operate there,

pass here, pass the back, face one on one and

...!

"Goool!" squealed

some of them make celebrations.

Really it is

very good game for me. Especially their charming cooperation.

Okay, now

the match continues. The opponent starts the initial kick. They

pass it backwards to lure the enemy out of the defensive area.

Looks like the opposite side

not to relax the spirit after conceding. It proved they were so skilled

create a pattern of attacks through a very "inter-provincial" bait

hurry along!

The attacker

fool two opposing defenders, and fight one on one with

goalkeepers are inevitable! The "twist 9" movement"! Swindle

the goalkeeper, he kicked hard and ...!

’Dwang!’

Unexpectedly kick

"jew!" it was finally blocked by the sturdy of the goalpost. Darling

once, viewers!

By the way, why am I

so like a football announcer like this?

So loud

bouncing, the ball bounced away and pointed at me. All eyes are looking

the movement of the ball, not except myself.

Unconsciously I focused

eyes on the round thing. When the ball arrived, I greeted him with

chests.

That was my instinct

it comes up spontaneously. The ball bounced as I wanted.

Lead upwards and stop right at the head, then hold it for three

full seconds. It bounced back and landed right at the nape of the foot. Doing

the jagling motion takes a few seconds and ends up passing in the direction

these children.

"Catch! ...

Uh?"

I'm with spirit

kicking the ball forward, but all I got was their silent faces

so stunned.

"That's Brother

Ferdy!" scream one of them.

The screech was like

a sign for them running towards me.

"Heh?! Uh,

wait a minute!" The expression of resignation can only appear irregular,

upon seeing their extremely excited faces getting closer and

stop just one step ahead of me.

Whatisthis? What are these

a bird that sees its mother carrying food?

"Well! ’Truly Brother

The real ferdy!"

This brat! Stash it

I have a version of the KW?!

since when?!"

"How Brother

what is it like to play in Europe?!"

"Sister already

cured, ’kan?"

"Sister, let's do it

like earlier!"

Blasphemy sentences

they are unceasingly throwing it. I can only smile

bitter and cold sweat because confused to talk from where it used to be.

"So I'll play

again to the national team, ’kan?"

Well, this one

answered. "Well, it looks like."

"Then when is Brother

play again? It feels like if there is no brother, the national team is not so strong."

"Don't say that,"

gently argue. "They're all the same as Brother. They're great too, though,

without teamwork, we can't be champions."

"Yes, right!"

Suddenly I caught

another familiar voice right behind.

I looked, saw

who is the owner of the voice. While the man walked leisurely

heading towards us while talking.

"A child

talented, joined the U-16 national team when he was 13 years old. Bring around

Indonesia qualified for the finals and won the Asian Cup. A few years on

the next competition, he also managed to deliver the country to become world champions

U-16 with his only goal in the final minutes. But, baby, victory

it must be paid with the injury of the national team's mainstay player."

Right after it's finished

narrating, he stopped in front of me while smiling.

"Guil?"

ask me while remembering the face of my best friend from the small.

"Oldly not

meet, Dy."

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We both with

peacefully sitting in the shade of a big, shady tree. Looking ahead, looking ahead,

especially for the kids who are continuing their game.

Ihsan occasionally gulped

mineral water from the bottle he was carrying. He seems very tired, though,

it proved that his gulp was so loud. The sweat never stopped flowing, even

almost the entire back of his green shirt went dark.

"Where to go,

San?"

"From

the garden."

Oh, that's right too.

The Ihsan family had a lot of large estates. He must be at this moment

it is very difficult to take care of the plantation. Plus he's a kid

the eldest of his five brothers.

"New to come

when?" ask Ihsan.

"Around 8 o'clock

that was."

He glanced in the direction

my feet. "How's your problem?"

"Ah, already

passable. Although it was painful to kick the ball."

"Yes yes, ’lah.

That broken bone is not to be underestimated! It's even made kicking. Don't

force yourself!"

"Grove! You are this

mom, huh?!"

Ihsan laughed, and

still laughing he asked, "Certainly, how does it feel right then?"

Instantly my face

frowning, imagining dark memories that still vividly remembered.

"That is ...

really horrible. Even I still remember the fracture of my bones until

penetrating socks. I really can't feel my left foot other than

the unrelenting pain. Even after the operation, my leg was still dead

flavor."

"That's it, huh? But

why did you go back to Indonesia? Not that you're still in the stage

healing, ’kan?"

"It's not me who

ask to go home, but my coach."

"Your coach?"

"Said I should

lots of rest and not moving much for a long time

longtime. That's why I'm advised to go home, all at ease of mind.

Even to bring some medical people from their clubs to

take care of me."

"Oh.Maybe they

you feel depressed after experiencing this. You're a player

young."

"Can be.

I myself do not feel that way. There I was as if

over-treated."

"They might

feel guilty for you. Last night's national team final against their country, ’kan?"

"Yes. But, me too

don't want to be treated like that. Got a fatal injury in sports ’kan

reasonable."

Hear answers

that, Ihsan frowned in wonder. "You're between hardiness and

masochism is not much different, yes."

"Yes, yeah, yeah.

’Ngoceh teruus~!"

"Haha. Sorry, sorry."

Ihsan took a moment to gulp the water. "Oh yeah, how does it feel to be able to join

with a big club in Spain?"

A somewhat depressed expression

started to shade my face. "I don't understand what they're talking about."

"Eat him,

improve your English first."

"They speak the language

spain! If I speak English I can too. And also, fitting

at first I was not used to the food. So I had to cook

alone in the dorm."

Ihsan chuckled back.

"Geez, you're so tacky."

"You how

again."

I kept quiet after

muttering that sentence. While Ihsan himself was still laughing at me.

Laughter along

the passing of seconds faded, silent, and returned to lead to

ahead look at those kids. From here they are on the verge of exhaustion,

and then the game ended on its own.

"Certainly, you're in

here until when?"

"About one

the year. And also ... I continue school here."

"...."

The first thing he

do is stop sculpting and stare at me silently for 3 seconds

full-fledged. Then, without saying a word he opened his eyes wide.

"Huh?! You're a school

in here?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where?"

"SMA here, ’lah.

The process is also long over."

"... I see,

huh uh?"

"Why?"

"Ah, no. I

just surprised."

"Hm. Oh yes, San.

What about where we used to be? Still okay, ’kan?"

"Heh?! Aw,

i-iya," he replied riled up.

What's up with

that reaction? Why does he seem to be hiding something?

Exactly when

guessing that, the phone in the pocket of Ihsan's pants rang. He's for a moment

take it and check it, and then start moving.

"I'll go back first, please,

Dy. Want to take anti-pest drugs in his shop Mr. Sugeng. I'll stop by later

your house."

"Yes, I

wait." wait."

Ihsan turned around and

walking towards his motorbike which was two meters away from my back. When

looking at his departure, Ihsan's movement stopped when he had

turn motor.

"Oh yeah, Dy. I

forgot to tell you something."

"... What's?"

"If you

curious, just come there."

"Yes. I'll stop by later

to that place."

"And one

again," he smiled, "Gita is still in school here."

"... ...!"

"Until

see you!"

That way Ihsan

turn the gas and go further and further. I can only be silent without

avenged.

Blessing of what

said Ihsan just now, I recalled a memory that had already been

buried in memory.

Especially ... in the moment

the face of the girl who was smiling and crying.

"So .

not going to school in Surabaya?" muttered.

I move forward, though,

and inhale the air deeply while enjoying this warm atmosphere. My face

looking up at the sky looked at the soft walking clouds. Sometimes, the light

the sun appears and hides between the crevices of the white blob.

At first I felt

so good will this atmosphere. But it was getting longer, when the sunlight started

dimming because of the cloud, there is a feeling of tightness radiating

slowly in the heart. That feeling resurfaced, which often haunted my life

and so distracting.

Without knowing my lips

back up by itself.

"What is he ..

mad at me?"

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