The Dreamers
More than just a dream

Summer holidays are coming. The wind blows on the face of a child named Takehiro Miyoko, or more often called Hiro. He was watching his friends play ball from the sidelines.

In fact Hiro was eager to join the others to play football this afternoon. But every time he asked if he could come to play, his friends' answers were always the same, "You're too skinny! in a little bit also will definitely fall and cry..,"

The sadness must be felt by Hiro every friend of his playing ball and he just sat still and looked. This 12-year-old boy from Sapporo, Japan actually loves football. Hiro was introduced by his father about the ball when they went to the stadium to see a football game a few years ago.

Hiro was unwilling to let this miserable afternoon time continue. He better go home and help his parents' homework to get some pocket money.

"Friends, I go home first huh..," Hiro said.

But no one ignored Hiro. Only the sound of sayup sound from children who are playing ball with fun. Hiro also realized that he was not important. He also did not want to interrupt his friends' playtime. So, Hiro decided to go home alone this time.

...

"hiro!! wait!"

"What?" Hiro turned his head towards the arrival of the voice of the boy who called out to him.

"Anu.., eee, how come you're home?"

"I'm going to take a shower" replied Hiro briefly. "Why? shouldn't you be playing football so coolly that you don't hear me saying goodbye?"

"Hehe, I'm sorry Hiro..," Ryota said.

Ryota Sakai, or Ryota, is a neighbor who has been a close friend of Hiro since childhood. Even today they also attend the same Junior High School. Hiro often plays to Ryota's house just to watch television because Hiro's house does not have a television. Ryota also often invites Hiro to go out to play football on the field every afternoon with his friends. But lately, Hiro several times refused Ryota's invitation.

"Yes it's Ryo.., I'll be home soon..,"

"Alright.., be careful on the road!" Ryota waved his hand.

...

Hiro's small feet were walking on the sidewalk. Her hair was shabby because since morning she had not taken a shower.

After arriving at the end of the street where his small house was located, he saw a hammer belonging to his father that seemed left in front of the door and immediately took him into the house. "Cock Daddy's home? usually he comes home at night..," In Hiro's heart.

"Dad.., Hiro came home..!" Hiro said after opening the door.

"Oh..Hiro's? have you gone home, son? not playing ball first like you normally do?" Her father came out of the bathroom with his towel.

"No Dad.., Hiro had his day off," Hiro said with his round eyes as if nothing bad had happened to him. "It's Well, the Fake," Hiro gives Palu his father.

"Lho?! how can it be in you? where was it?" Hiro's father looked surprised.

"So I met in front of the house. So tomorrow father if you run out of work do not go straight into the house.., look first outside there are items or not." Hiro said at length.

"Hmm, yes, son," Hiro's father could only agree.

"Daddy's tumben kok is home in the afternoon? usually in a development project that you're working on late into the night, right?"

Hearing Hiro ask that, his father immediately let out a long sigh and replied, "From today on, dad only worked half a day on the project, the salary you receive will also be reduced a lot son..,"

Hiro frowned, "Why can it be only half a day of Dad's work?"

"Dad doesn't know either. To be sure, from now on we have to save money, son.., I can't give you any more pocket money,"

"No more pocket money?"

"Yes son, I'm sorry, Dad,"

"Then.., Hiro can't save up to buy football shoes anymore, right?" Hiro said sadly.

"You know what else.., Dad's money is no longer enough for that.., once again I'm sorry, son,"

Hiro's family economy has always been difficult. That's what made his mother split with his father when Hiro was 7 years old, or exactly 5 years ago.

His mother did not want to live in a dilapidated house. Hiro was left by his mother pitifully. Until now, Hiro had never heard from his mother again.

"Yes.., let's have dinner.., Dad still got Kari left over for lunch at work earlier,"

Hiro sighed, "Alright,"

Hiro immediately took a shower with a few water dipper. Water must be efficient because it is quite expensive here.

After finishing the bath, Hiro immediately walked towards the almost rotten wooden table and ate his dinner together with his father. "Good-eating..,"

...

BUAAKK!!!

"What's that?!"

As the two of them were eating, suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling down from the side of Hiro's house. "Let's check!"

Hiro and his father came out of the house simultaneously towards the side of the house where the sound came from.

"Ryota??! Is that you?" Hiro approaches Ryota who still looks in pain on his back. "What are you doing here?"

"Aduuhh.., just explain later.., help me first.., argue..," Ryota still groaned in pain.

Hiro and his father carry Ryota's body into the house and lay it on a carpet.

...

It was getting dark, Ryota felt better after being cared for by Hiro and his father.

"Ryota? already feel better?" Ask Hiro's Dad.

"Yes uncle, thank you for treating me,"

"Ah, that's fine," Hiro's father stood up and walked back to return the rest of the medicines given to treat Ryota.

There was only Hiro and Ryota in the 'living room' and slowly, Ryota started to say something, "By the way, about that..,"

"Yes? how's it?" Hiro listened carefully.

"I accidentally heard your conversation with your father before,"

"Huh? what conversation?"

"That.., about your father who can't give you any more pocket money because he can't work a full day..,"

"Ooh..," Hiro realized something. "Why are you listening to him secretly?"

"Eee.., I'm just curious about your attitude these days that rarely sees football together on my home television and often rejects my calls to play together."

"Hmm? I'm fine Ryo.., there's no need to worry about me" Hiro said.

"But I heard earlier, he said you were saving up to buy football boots?"

"I-Yes..," Hiro couldn't deny it, Hiro did want a pair of football boots.

"Why didn't you just tell me? I have used football boots I can give you!"

"Really!" Hiro excited.

"Yes right! what size are your legs?"

"32" replied Hiro.

"Oh! that's fitting! okay.tomorrow I'll get it.., how? you want to, right?" Ryota asked reassuringly.

"Yes!" Shouted Hiro with excitement.

"okay! sip!" Ryota was happy to see his friend happy.

"Eh.eh.., what is this screaming about..," Hiro's father has returned from behind.

"Well! Ryota wants to give me his old football boots!"

Hiro's father was a little in disbelief, "Is it really Ryo? you want to give Hiro your old football boots?!"

"Hehe.., yes uncle. Although used, but my shoes are still good, just calm down,"

Hiro's father smiled, "Thank you son Ryo.., so good you!"

"Yes, it doesn't matter" Ryota said.

Although happy, Hiro's father does not know the reason behind Ryota who gave his used soccer shoes.

Hiro's father turned to Hiro, he patted him on the shoulder while saying, "Thank you to Ryota and god! you can continue your dream as a Hiro footballer!"

"Thank God.., thank you Ryo..," Hiro said.

Ryota smiled looking at his friend who was very happy thanks to him. "Just this time I saw Hiro smiling this wide..," Ryota said inwardly.

...

It's getting late, and Ryota returns home. "Thank you uncle! I'll go home first!"

"Well, I should be the one to thank you!" Hiro's Father.

"Hehe," Ryota was a little embarrassed by being praised. "Tomorrow I will bring you his shoes Hiro! yes wait!"

"Yes! thanks Ryota!" Hiro.

"Together!"