The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
70. Smell Asphalt

My mother and father had finished treating the wound on my hand. It does not dry if not treated traditionally. But unfortunately the traditional medicine that you have is over. And to buy it again must go out of town. So it was only treated with red medicine and bandages.

"Mom, sir, Key slept here. Tomorrow is school holiday" My habit when the school holidays then I prefer to stay here because it is crowded.

Although the distance of the house is not too far but the atmosphere that I miss. The family atmosphere is exciting and good so that makes me feel at home here.

"May, but you don't have to fight yes" said the mother because she already knew if the three of us combined then there will be a brother quarrel with a small thing will be big. But behind it all we love each other.

"Just sleep in my mother's room as usual son" continued the father's words that gave consent.

"No, no, key sleeps in the attic. Because he's always kung fu in his sleep" Nike's mom was depressed when I slept with him.

"Yes right, I just like being kicked by Key" Sahut mbak Yeni who feels the same way. They had different beds but in one room and I was the intruder in their room.

"No, there's none" I'm still trying to dodge their words. In the end, we slept in one room. Sometimes I sleep with Nike and sometimes I sleep with Yeni.

When I entered their room, I closed the door tightly so that my mother and father would not hear what I wanted to talk about. I confided in Yeni and Nike, saying that I was heartbroken.

"A tomboy can be heartbroken too? "

"Hahahahha" Yeni's taunts made Nike laugh. I just kept quiet to see them.

Instead of giving me mercy, they laugh at me with satisfaction. I also told them that I hit the wall out of annoyance. Eh and again their response underestimated me. Then I said I was stupid because the silent wall was hit.

Every confidant on them would have laughed at me first, but at the end of the day they gave me advice to be an adult to respond to all the problems in life. But I don't seem to be an adult because there are still a lot of emotions that are easily ignited.

They both confided in me at home because I believed that Yeni and Nike were the best secret places. At school I was brave, and at home I was going to be their moons. Because they already consider me his youngest brother.

*plak* hover pillow about my weather. The pillow was from the hands of Nike.

"Other times if there's a problem going straight home, not at school let your brain not be stupid" he told me but the edges of my brain are also carried around by him.

"Actually the brain key is not stupid mbak, but again down. Because the signal network there is slow" my hand taps on the head to activate this brain and make sure that it's okay.

"Later you will be stressed key, keep running around is not clear to be a crazy person and lost somewhere. Keep talking to your imagination alone. Hiiii, I'm afraid near you key" Julia's mouth began to activate.

*plak" I aimed at them and threw a pillow so it was right on Yeni's head.

"Ouchhh"

"Hahahahha" Me and Nike laughed with satisfaction and that was when the room became crowded with pillow fights between brothers. Usually mom would knock on the door to reprimand us not to be noisy. But it looks like mom has fallen asleep because it's midnight and we're still noisy.

Slumbers along with the warmth of family and relatives without any blood ties. My evening today is cheerful though while at least being able to drive away a sad heart.

The next morning I was invited by Nike to go to the doctor. He said to treat the wound on my hand so it wouldn't get infected. We both went on a motorcycle. Arriving at the hospital we had to wait in line to get in.

My stomach hurts and wants to go to the toilet, while Nike is still waiting on the bench for fear that my turn has arrived. Passing through the hospital hallway and walking alone there. He said in the haunted hospital and a lot of ghosts. But I can't believe it, better bodo very much with around.

A few minutes to the toilet to urinate. Then mirror in the chimney hanging above the sink. But there is something strange about my face, why my shadow does not move when I have moved as much as possible but he is still held. I kept quiet and thought about what was going on, but I was probably tired.

"Huh, blood" I took a droplet of blood from the glass. And the blood flowed which made me surprised and ran from the bathroom. It turns out that it is true that people say that this hospital is very haunted.

Outside I pretended not to be afraid of anything, because it was funny that I screamed just because of ghosts. It is better to walk as usual even if it feels very scared.

"Crazy Key, it turns out they're right" I muttered alone with a nervous feeling.

Arrive in one of the nursery rooms. My eyes looked at one of the familiar figures of a man. He was waiting for a patient, like his son.

"She, she was the one who was in the car with mom back then. I had to go in and see her to ask her whereabouts" My feet slowly approached the door. I want to open the door and meet him.

My phone rang, it was Nike who called. He said my turn had come and he asked me to come to the treatment. I walked away peeking at the room and looked only a little.

"Alright, I'll see him soon after this treatment is over" I muttered as I walked towards the doctor's examination.

But until the end of treatment I forgot to go to the nursery and look and find out who the person was, because Nike must quickly go home because there are friends who will come suddenly to the house to provide work files, he said.

On the way mbak Nike advanced the speed by standard. We want to enjoy this trip comfortably. But suddenly there was a piggybacking motorcycle that was speeding up from the end using a noisy exhaust.

\*bruck\* they graze our motors until they are far away.

"Aaaaaaaa" A loud shout shocked everyone. We fell on the sharp asphalt of the road. Everyone immediately flocked towards us to help.

"Mbak Nike gapapa" All the time I asked about the state of Nike. Because I'm afraid he's hurt. Fortunately my hand was able to protect the head of the Nike mbak who wanted to hit directly to the sidewalk.

"Father Key, your hand is hurt" Nike immediately saw that my hand was again injured. Everyone helped us to sit first on the sidewalk. Someone gave him a drink, someone invited him to chat he said so as not to be traumatized by the incident earlier.

"Where are your houses? " There was one person who asked about our house, Nike immediately showed us our home address. There are also those who ask about the incident, there are even witnesses to this incident.

But it's a pity because we can't hold ourselves accountable. Because the rider has gone and done a hit-and-run. For there is no serious wound except for the wound on my hand.

"Alright, we'll take you home so that nothing bad happens to you"

"Yes right, moreover you are still surprised by this incident" he muttered to each other.

"Well, sir, thank you" I said and Nike alternately.

Fortunately, there was a good man who helped us get home. His name is haikal.

At home my mother was surprised to see Nike and I came home injured. It is not severe but only scratches on the hands of Nike and my hands due to collisions with asphalt.

"Astagfirullah, father, Yeni please come out" cried the hysterical mother as she saw our way limping. Mom to tears seeing this situation. It is so pure that my mother loves me sincerely.

Mr. Haikal helped explain the chronology that happened to the mother and father. Mr. Haikal also said that we are both still grateful for only a scratch and Mr. Haikal suggested to the masseur fearing that there was a hard impact that was not visible.

After that, Mr. Haikal said goodbye to go and his friend who helped bring us our bike. Thankfully we were only lightly injured and the motor used was only scratched and broke slightly on the side of the motor body.

But the one that hurts the most is my wound, just treated by a doctor eh instead re-enacted the past by kissing the same asphalt all over again. I knew the asphalt was sharp but touched it instead.

"Let's go in and let me compress with warm water" Nike and I entered the living room with the help of my father and mother while Mr. Yeni prepared warm water for us.

Patently the mother rubbed the scratched wound and compressed it. I am also very grateful that there are no serious injuries that can cause my leg to be injured again. Especially tomorrow I have to sign a contract with the tarkam team. And for sure I will be doing training together and making my first debut in a tarkam tournament in the near future.

Thank you God, for giving me and my Nike salvation. Thank God we were not seriously injured. Only a slight scratch and even that can be treated slowly. Except for my hands that make me sad and laugh.

I don't know if I want to cry or laugh. Just logged out of the hospital, uh even told to log in again because of this accident. Let it be, I'm not going to the doctor anymore. It is better to use traditional medicine.

"Key you just sleep here yeah, don't go home" maybe mom's still worried about my situation so she told me to stay the night again.

"Yes Ma'am"

In the morning at school, my hand was still bandaged because the wound had not dried. But at least my hand has started to move even though it is not free.

As usual, he took me to school. He said he also wanted to go to the other city to buy traditional medicine that can dry the wounds as I talked about yesterday.

"Be careful sir, don't forget to read the prayer"

"Yes you too son" my father stroked my hair gently, I also kissed his hands shaking hands to say goodbye to school.

I went by his motorcycle which was not too fancy but saved a lot of memories with my mother. I've never heard my mom and dad fight. I think their families always create warmth not fire, hehehe.

"Be careful of my dear father" My smile was adrift when I saw the father had passed away from this front.

Just turned around and my eyes were immediately shocked and glared. He was behind me and wanted to talk. I don't know what else he wants to do. I've been lazy to see it, especially after knowing that Dika's sister is his child. Either the children connect or the biological children I don't know.

"Is that your dad, son?" I nodded at him

"Where is your mother?" Why did he ask my mother, and she was with another woman who had never even visited me until now.

"For what? Didn't you forget about it. I don't think I need to tell him" my heart is with him.

Before he said it again, I hurried away. I went into the school while my dad was still staring at me. He wouldn't chase me into school, probably afraid that Dika's brother would find out.

"Key" David greeted as I walked down the hallway of the classroom

"What's up" I said as I walked.

"I'm sorry, I don't like him and I swear" My body immediately turned to David upon hearing those words.

"Then what's my problem?"

"I know you like me key, you've been waiting for me for a long time. And I liked you a long time ago too" why my heart suddenly melted while listening to his words. It's true I like David so much that there's not even a man to take his name in my heart.

"Originally you know that I don't like you" I told her, though it was inversely proportional to my heart that really liked and waited for her long ago.

"No need to lie key, you waited for me first" he replied as if he knew what my heart was.

If he knows that I like him a long time ago, why he keeps hurting me endlessly. Forgetting me, ignoring me even what I heard from my own ear that David was already betrothed.

"It's my business, it's your business to keep your heart in accordance with the contents" I was upset to leave him alone and passed away.