The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
128. Sadness Disappears

Morning 06.00

I've prepared myself to wear school clothes, but this time I will stop by my father's house first because I want to deliver a letter to my father who will go abroad.

Waiting for an angkot this morning is like waiting for a mate. Tumben this morning public transport no one crossed. In that case, it feels like I'm going to be late to go to my dad's house and go to school.

"Key, said the angkot driver again demo. So they're on strike to pull the current one" Riki approached me to tell him.

"Damn, it seems I'm late ki" Anxiety enveloped me this morning.

"Slowly where? " I was busy ordering an ojek online until I forgot to answer riki's questions.

"Key"

"Yes ki" The small punch on the shoulder made me startled and immediately turned to Riki.

"Where? "

"There's a little business, I go first huh. It looks like it's the ojek I ordered"

Not long after that, Ojek came and approached me. I hurriedly left Riki without saying goodbye and saying everything.

"Pak can be quick a little bit, right? "

"Yes mbak, can" Motor speeding. My eyes were busy looking at the street and occasionally looking at the watch for fear of being late for school and being late to see my father.

A few minutes later, the motorbike had arrived at the front gate of my father's house. There was a car parked in the front yard. Looks like Dad hasn't left here yet.

"Thank God, if you haven't left yet" I smiled happily and wanted to get inside the house immediately.

"Wait, wait, what do you want? "

"I'd like to meet Dika sir"

"This brat that came last night, right? "

"Really sir"

The security guard prevented me and asked about me wanting to meet with Dika's sister. I was told to wait in front and the security guard would call Dika's brother who was inside.

"Key?"

"Sister" I ran over and directly hugged her tightly.

"Why get out of here, and why don't you talk to me. Is my brother angry with me?"

Dika was silent to hear the question. His eyes were busy looking at all directions and his hands were still the same gripping my body tightly. The hug seemed to not want her to let go.

"You take good care of yourself, be a great player. And remember, keep your emotions from overflowing completely?"

He continues to give advice and motivation in the career and life I live. But he forgot that I was in him, too. If he leaves then it's as if my body is missing one, so everything changes.

"But brother, please don't go. Key needs an older brother here" My face is clear and there are no tears.

The grip of the hand was very tightly gripping Dika's leg arm. Trying to keep him from leaving here and leaving me alone again. I don't want to lose the figure of Dika's sister, who was always beside me and took care of me as a responsible sister.

"Right now I can't explain about this departure, someday maybe you'll know everything Key" His hand raised my face with a haru look.

The soft caress back she gave warmly. His eyes told him he was worried by a heavy choice and a troubled mind in his head.

"But brother......"

*dretttt, drett*phone ringing beeps from Dika's sis pocket. He immediately picked it up.

"Yes ma, wait a minute Dika is still on the way" The phone is turned off.

"Wait for my sister" I'm back to prevent Dika's big brother from entering the car.

"Where's dad? " My eyes held back so that the clear water would not escape again. My lips trembled as I asked my father's current whereabouts.

"Hurry up, come with me" Not many words were issued, sister Dika told me to get in the car and come with her to the airport.

He said that the departure time is still less than 1 hour. But his family deliberately arrived early so as not to miss the plane.

In the car, he did not want to tell me why his family had gone abroad. It was as if there was something to hide, even when I asked why not tell if I wanted to leave but the deacon remained silent.

*crittt*

"Dad" a very loud shout. I kept running as fast as I could after getting out of the car.

"Don't stay in Key yah hikssss.... Hix.... " I cried in a very tight embrace. I don't want you to leave me a second time.

"Dad, Key please don't stay in Key" I don't care if this cry is so loud that it soaks my father's clothes.

"That, leona. You're this shit? Who are you? " The woman's hand separated my arms from my father's.

She is her mother brother Dika, the wife of the current father. He looked at me and said he hated me. He tried to get me away from my father's arms but my hands held my father's arms firmly.

"Auntie please don't take me away"

"What did you say, dad? You're the son of a whore not the son of my husband" His meaning came back out, old scars haven't healed yet and added again. He kept on chiding and feeling disgusted at my face.

"Ma.. "

"Silent you are Dika, why did you bring this child here" Impact on Dika's sister who tried to dampen the anger of her mother who made a scene at this airport.

"He's a papa's son too"

"No, he's a whore's son. Here you are" His hand dragged me away. Dika's father and sister also chased but were blocked by the woman.

"Originally you know, if it wasn't for your mother's fault then you wouldn't have been born and my life wouldn't have suffered at that moment" He clutched my hand so hard that I felt pain.

His eyes continued to glare while giving again unworthy words. Even she brought up the past about the affair of father and mother back then so they gave birth to me.

"Auntie.... "

"Be quiet, you better leave" The rude remark returned to expel my body of grief. My tears were unable to make her heart touched.

"You're outrageous, he's my son too"

"Your son, the son of your affair with a prostitute" He doesn't even care about father's words.

He always talked a lot to humiliate me at this airport. Almost every passing eye watched with all sorts of gazes.

My heart grew sad when I saw my father fighting back with his wife. Dad tried to defend me and wanted to hug me back but the woman kept preventing him.

His threat made my father speechless. I don't know what made you obey his words. The step of the father went with the woman, as well as Dika's sister who left without a word more.

I stared with pain at the footsteps they left behind. My heart is broken and I can't hold it anymore.

"Dadzhh"

"Keyyy" Dad ran as I called him. He hugged me tightly again giving me warmth. While the woman was still staring at the hatred from afar.

"Be a good son, son, I promise to return to accompany you" His hands gently touched my face filled with tears.

"Please promise me you'll fight to be a great player" a nod to your approval.

"Dad"

"Remember, you must remain a good child wherever it is" Father's last words and the woman again pulled the hand of father to leave immediately.

"Don't stay in Key's father" A parting of both hands that is difficult to let go but forced to be released.

I tried to chase after Dika's father and sister but was blocked by guards there because only people who can enter have plane tickets.

"Sir Dika, fatherhh" My shout was very loud, making brother Dika and father turn their heads again for the umpteenth time. His hand waved gently as if he wanted to touch but it felt unable to.

They signaled they would go and talk to take good care of me in this country. Then they turned back and completely left in front of me.

"Dad, Brother Dika" My cry invites all eyes to force a look. All eyes were sad when they saw a teenager like me crying like crazy.

My life became silent again and it was as if everything was being destroyed again. The old wounds were healed by the presence of the father and then again snatched by the departure of the father

I sat in front of the airport waiting for the plane to take off. Using school clothes, my eyes looked at the plane that immediately took off to the destination country. Looks like dad's going to America.

*wussssssss*the plane that my father was boarding has gone and passed above me.

I thrust my face up into the sky and resisted the attack of the sunlight this morning. I waved my hand to see that they were gone.

"Be careful" My face came back crying with whispers of hope that they might come back again.

"I promise to fight for my dream. I hope you come later and see me father" The flying cry was carried by the gusts of wind.

I know now, they left because of the coercion of their mothers and wives. Even though Dika's sister had accidentally told me a little in the car earlier, I had understood everything that my father's wife really hated me.

*aaaa*unclear cries fill the streets relating to the sound of the vehicle this time.

Farewell is painful, let alone parting with someone I love. My heart was completely broken and did not have the strength to keep going in the face of reality that was already really there.

"Where else am I going now, why is all my love gone" I murmured speaking to the wild air.

It seemed that I needed to myself calm down, vent my pain and screams to release everything back into the air-the air that was still following.

I walked through the crowded city and returned to the beach. Sitting quietly there enjoying the heat during the day. The wind of the coconut tree greeted him peacefully.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa, do you know if I'm lonely here. Brother Dika too, why come along. Look, do I look selfish if I forbid you? While I'm here alone because you're leaving unconditionally"

Back to talking to the air there. Just keep yelling and yelling from the bottom of my heart. Although this shout did not bring them back, it could at least bring the destruction of my heart away.

*bluk*

"Oh, whose ball is this" A ball landed right on my head.

I remember that time, when I knew the ball. Go in and give the ball into the field and fall. Then David's hand helped with a smile when I didn't know him at all. But his heart was so good that I got to know more about the ball.

"Sorry brother, we didn't mean it" The voice of a child dispersed my daydreams recalling that time.

"Oh yeah deck gapapa, you guys play ball again? " I asked while wiping away the tears that were still dripping.

"Yes sister, that's there" My smile was full of meaning, I wanted to get rid of this crumple and pain.

"Can I come with you? "

"By brother, come on" I followed him and played with them.

They are still very small, about 10-12 years old and still sit in elementary school. I want to enjoy this afternoon playing ball with them all on the beach.

"Come oper, oper"

"Here, here"

*bluk*

A plastic ball is not as tight as a ball in a match. But this is happiness, it is difficult to buy because they do not have money but someday if they already have money to buy but the difficult thing is to collect a friendship squad first.

Balls and anything can be bought. But time and a memory he could never buy, for tidka might return to that time.

"Golllll" A beautiful kick and greeted by a header capable of penetrating a goal made of tree branches carelessly.

Laughing loudly owned by my team who managed to penetrate the opponent's goal. Cuddling with the little ones seemed to return me to my childhood.

Where at that time I was not just thinking about playing because my biggest thought was selling with mom. The rest I eat and go to school. Not at this time, the more mature the more complicated the problems of life that come.

"Successful brother"

"Yes right"

*prok, prok*hands alternately as a sign of victory of common property.

That short time my sadness disappeared with the ball. Although not completely, I can still laugh and enjoy this and forget about the departure of my father who left me for the second time.

"Come on, again, kick it again"

"This is my brother, this is"

*bluk* many times play ball, there is a loss and there is a win but no quarrel. Because this game is a play about friendship that will be remembered later when they grow up.

"Behold, you must be thirsty, right? "

"Yes, very thirsty"

"Okay, this time I'm gonna buy you guys some coconut ice"

"horeeeee"

A very sincere laughter adorned their every little lips. Meaningful excitement without having to know what problems will be faced someday.