The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
78. Mother's Mobile Number

For a moment I was silent to calm my heart to speak well after the insulting words came to me earlier. I have to be sure that great players start with insults and end with applause.

"First I want to say that I am not a great player, but a player who works hard to make the best. Second, even if I am not from your village but my soul will play wholeheartedly for this team" I said as I took a breath back to calm my heart.

"And the third, I want to say that no great player is born with a straight path, all will surely feel a fall. But by the time he falls, a friend will not blaspheme him but will give encouragement to him to rise up" All bowed while listening to my statement.

It feels like this chest tightness when remembering the blasphemy, but I'm sure everything will go smoothly when effort and prayer are involved in one space. And I'm sure that they're just expressing their disappointment not to drop.

"Maybe that's all I said, the rest of you are safe for you because you played well and I hope in the next 2 games we can get a win in order to compete outside the city" I let go of the smile again, a little.

"Siapp keyyy" I gave them a thumbs up as a gesture that they were the best.

After the conversation in the locker room was over, we all rushed home. This time I waited for the angkot so as not to trouble the father to pick up.

"At once there is no angkot" My head dips on the side of the road. I don't see public transport passing by.

"Heyy, you're the gunman" A man approached on his motorcycle. I just nodded listening to his question.

"Know me Reyhan" I'm actually lazy to talk to strangers.

"I key" I answered briefly while looking at the transport again.

"Wahh, our names are pretty much the same. You're Key and I'm Rey" I don't care what he's talking about.

"You fucked with me no" I looked at him for a while and then turned back to look at the watch. Apparently it's noon time I hope there are angkot passing by because I don't want to go home with strangers.

"No need, the angkot has come" I said, pointing to the angkot that began to approach as I waved my hand.

"Oh yeah, here's my phone number. Don't forget to call me if there's a problem" he gave me a piece of paper. When I got into the angkot, I read the paper. It turns out he's Reyhan laksono. Is he the son of assistant goalkeeper coach gery laksono. Oh, no, I don't care.

I keep the name paper in the bag, who knows there's something important about him. I'm also lazy to have to contact people who aren't so important. At home, they rarely hold a cell phone. Mostan asked Ari and Yuri for a task, the rest bsrsasiran or help mom at the stall.

"Left sir left" I shouted at the driver. While on my way back to see my mother, I couldn't be wrong. I'm down somewhere in front of the bakery. And I'm pretty sure it's mom even though we're across the street.

"Ibuuuuu" Shouted me from the side of the road and tried to cross so as not to miss his trail.

"Muuuu" I shouted, calling until I got closer to him.

Mom's face turned to me and I waved at mom. But mom's face didn't seem to like it and told someone driving to run the car immediately. Until I got there, my mother's car passed.

"As soon as I thought about him. If mom orders bread she will leave an address and phone number" he muttered while browsing the store. After wondering at the baker, he said he could not give the customer's address to strangers.

I told the shopkeeper that I was his son. But they don't believe my words. Fortunately, I have a photo of my mom on my phone. Finally with the photo, I can get the address of mother only. He said the phone number was a private thing.

I'm not pushy, which is important now that I know where mom is. I'll find mom, whatever happens I'll see her. He gave birth to me, I will also return the money because at this time I can find my own money with the ball even though the money is only collected in half.

"Tinnn" A car approached me. And that's the car I used to use.

"Keyla" Dad got out of the car and approached me, who was sitting next to the street in front of the store.

"Dad" I'm lazy to meet dad, but my heart misses his affection. When I met my father it was like being silent not to say a word but I couldn't.

"Why don't you go to school?" His words are friendly to me. I don't understand why only now is he speaking words of concern. Where was he when I needed him.

"Main ball" I answered briefly and curtly.

"In addition to the ball, you have to be concerned with school rather than playing ball so that later it can be a successful person" Dad advised me as if playing ball was a bad thing.

"Ball can also make people successful" Sahutku annoyed with a challenging face.

"But the more successful you become a scholar" My eyes immediately glared and looked at father. It's so good that he talks like my life he's paying for it.

"Lecture? College for the rich. Key is not a rich man. Oh yes one more well, successful people are not just scholars and much more about success. And they're not necessarily good, like dad for example" I was so upset with him, I went to leave him alone and looked for the angkot to go home.

"Wait son, I want to take you home. Please forgive me" Dad came after me but I didn't pay him any heed. Did I misbehave a father who was supposed to be his daughter's first love.

I ran across the street, waiting on the sidewalk opposite my father. He looked at me and didn't get in his car. I also felt sorry for my father who kept chasing me, but I also hated him for the past.

Not long after the angkot came, I immediately went in and rushed home. Out of curiosity I went back to see my father, it turned out that he was still standing there waiting for me to leave. After that he got into the car and also left.

"O God, my Lord, is Key too evil to you. But father used to be evil the same key" My complaint in heart to God. I hope the sky answers and gives answers. My hand looked at my mother's address, and then I saw a picture of the three of us when I was a kid.

Complete little family, father before being the bad guy. Mom was before being a bad person too but mom was once good for taking care of me when dad left. Maybe this is life, no one knows the beginning and the journey. And the end of this life I don't know later either.

"Left sir" Stop in front of the usual stop. Approaching riki and mr. abu. Tell me everything about the match. Every time the match is over I tell them to feel the fun together.

"It's great that you can win 3-1 keys" said Riki who praised the team for the victory.

"I'm not great, but my team. Without them I cannot win this game" Sahutku, because all thanks to cooperation is not because of one's work.

Very comfortable conversation under the hot afternoon sun. I miss talking to the two of them because I rarely talk like this. And I also treat them as usual to eat meatballs on the other side of the street.

After that I went home on foot. Stop by the mom's shop to help clean up and tell mom and dad that I won this match. Because right now only they are my spirit.

Mom and Dad are always happy when I win games, they will also give advice so that I do not become arrogant when I become a great player later. Even when I was down, they also made me rise. All of them are complete packages in their families. I love them all.

"You just go home for a break, he said 2 days away from the 3rd match" said the mother who saw me was busy helping her wash dishes and also helped wrap the rice.

"Long time does not help the mother, where the key always bothers the mother again" Sahutku, because at this time I am not only their family but their youngest child.

"Because you focus on your school and your career. Just take a break, prepare for the next game to become a national team player" said the mother while pinching an anxiety on my cheek. I smiled at his treatment. After everything was done, I said goodbye to go home.

When passing through the house mom looks lonely, because mbak Nike went to work and mbak Yeni must be in college. Sometimes if the morning lecture he would come and help mom in the afternoon. Sometimes I do chores and I am his chatter friend to the point that he is not finished because of gossip, hehehe.

"Finally to the end" I murmured quietly when I got here.

When I got home, I went in and put the bag down. See the envelope again at the door as usual. The envelope tucked in by the mother contained money and a letter of greeting. Even I was so lazy to open that vein. Why didn't he meet directly instead of giving a letter, just like the past.

Throw an envelope with money, then clean yourself and worship. Next get ready for the afternoon break. Fortunately, I had eaten at the mom's stall so it was safe.

"Oh yes, that envelope" I said, taking the envelope and putting the money in the usual place and keeping all of my mother's letters in the box I had provided.

The letter piled up and a lot. But I never read it again because I don't think it matters. All I want is a mother not money and letters.

"Ohh, it seems like this mailbox is not enough. I have to find another box to store my mother's mail" I said as I put the letter in the box that was already full. I'm looking for some sense to find mom's next letter. Fortunately, there was a cardboard shoe that could hold the letter.

"Well, it's delicious, so the letter's not messy" I kept it in the closet, even though I didn't read the letter but I kept it in my honor. Perhaps you could say the memory of a hand-written letter by the mother. Which I currently own and keep neatly.

He disappeared from my life instantly. Occur sometimes suddenly. But there was no intention to see me. I try to find him whenever. Even if just to ask what reason mother left me, actually my heart still said the word longing.

I took out my mother's address on the baker's premises, which I did not get her mobile number. After that I checked his address on google, it feels like the place is not foreign. Then I matched it to the address that was behind mom's photo.

"Kok can be the same name, but the place is different" The owner's name is the same but the location is different. After I checked at most there were about 10 minutes rarely both places. You could say pretty close.

I took note of it, and would go looking after the ball game was over hoping to find mom. Then I rested with calm because it felt very tired after the match.

*drettt, dreettt*phone ringing on the nightstand woke me up in the afternoon. I saw the voice of the call but an unknown number. I put the phone somewhere so it doesn't sound like the call.

"Disturb people to sleep, don't know if I'm tired anymore" I muttered while putting the phone in a hidden place so that the voice could not be heard again. I went to bed and woke up around 4 p.m.

My eyes were confused looking for a phone that was not next to me. I asked bobo he didn't answer. Then I asked who else. But always a long time I was looking it turned out to just remember that the phone was stored in the closet and overlapped by some clothes so as not to sound due to unknown number calls.

"Bas stupid, who keeps who is confused who" I muttered to myself. Grasping the phone and checking the call history. I was shocked when Ari and Yuri made me 50 calls.

"Crazy, why are they calling me this much" I was really surprised to see it.