The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
161. Miscomprehension

The defeat this time is very disappointing for each player. Moreover, they had to swallow the failure and return empty-handed to Indonesia.

"Come on up" All sitting down. Some are still in the middle of the field and staring at the failure that is clearly visible.

I was also pensive as I stared at the grandeur of the stadium which bears silent witness to our failure to this day. I hope to be back playing for the victory in the future.

Sadness is mixed into one, between physical pain and also pain from swallowing defeat in the land of people. I was confused as to what to do next, as if everything looked increasingly broken.

"Keyla, come here don't cry" Coach met one by one his foster kids. So was I who was given advice.

"Remember, your road is still long. And don't be sad okay"

"Ready Coach" The warm embrace of a coach who came out as a father.

We went back to the hotel to pack up. Maybe tomorrow afternoon will soon fly back to Indonesia with empty hands.

Silence is visible in every hotel hallway. They usually laugh while joking. So is the atmosphere of a room so quiet. No talks like before. Just talk if you need to. They were all silent staring at this heartache.

"Key, why? " Tara said as I chose to sit alone after finishing dinner downstairs.

"It's okay" I said, enjoying a cold night.

"I'm so sorry about your hand injury"

"Thank you"

"Don't be sad, because you're a real player. For the sake of victory give up your hands like this" Tara told me.

He tried to comfort me with praise, but I knew he too embraced the grief of today's defeat. His dream is the same as mine, to become a great player in order to bring the good name of Indonesia to the world scene. I think all players have the same dream.

But every player has a different goal, some want to prove that he can. Some want to silence the bullies, some want to unite families. One of them is me. But the main goal is for this nation.

"It is not about victory and defeat, but about the good name of the nation"

"Thank you on behalf of the nation. Because it has brought us to this point. And sorry for not being able to bring victory" Sahutnya again and make me smile.

Tonight I didn't call my family or the people I love. I don't care if there's an incoming message because I'm not ready to tell you about this failure.

"Sleep son, everything's gonna be fine. You are the best of everything"

"Grandfather, I'm sorry I lost" Grandpa just smiled and put me back to sleep in his lap.

Morning

All the stuff is done. We were given the opportunity to take a walk in Singapore and in the afternoon we will return to Indonesia.

"Have you bought anything? " Tanya Tara

"Already"

"Alright, let's enjoy eating here" Me and a few players went to a restaurant in Singapore.

Enjoy their halal-labeled dishes. After that do not forget to relax and enjoy the scenery while taking photos as memories.

Unfortunately I can't do freestyle because my hands are craving and don't want to compromise. But still can do a little screaming and dancing to forget the sadness.

"Key" A familiar voice called me. But I think I heard wrong.

"Keyla" The cry came back as I wanted to get out of the park.

"Why don't you look? The handsome guy over there is calling you Keyla" Tara explained.

I felt weird about that voice, there was no way she would come here. While our distance is quite far between Singapore and America.

"Key"

"Sir Dika" I was astonished, it was true brother Dika.

My mind is mistaken if it's not him. It turned out that the person who called me from earlier was Dika's sister. I immediately ran and hugged her. A long long longing.

I miss his affection, miss the protection and attention of a brother to his sister. I kept wanting to hug her tightly by venting the emotions within her that were mixed up.

"Sir Dika" I shouted while running. She also stretched out her arms and hugged and carried me like a child.

"Keyyy"

"Sister" The longing that has been released just like that. I hugged him tightly with just one hand.

The hug between brother and sister made everyone stupefied to see it. Maybe they think that Dika's sister is my boyfriend, even though she's my sister.

*bus, buk*I hit him hard on the back. I repeatedly gave him that punch because he had made me suffer for longing.

"Oh, I'm sick to Keyla"

"Biarin, tell me who's coming here" I'm upset.

Actually, this frustration is not because KakDiika came here. But because he never came to Indonesia to see me after his departure to America.

We rarely communicate either. Just calling when you're missing hard. Brother Dika also rarely tells his life, not like me who always tells my life to him.

"Calm down, I'll explain"

"No, I hate Dika's sister" Ketusku with annoyance.

"Sit down first" He tried to find me. I was so angry that I held back the longing between brother Dika and also father.

"I'm here to reason to my friend's house, because I want to watch your match key"

"So Dika's sister watched me from yesterday? " He's smiling.

I looked at him cynically because he came without giving me any news. Then he wandered around this land without telling me who still held a heavy longing.

*buk, buk*, buk*

"Why hit me again? "

"Because Dika's sister didn't see me" I was upset.

"Sorry, because I didn't get to"

"Why? "

"I was embarrassed when I came there a lot of eyes were looking at me when I brought flowers for you"

I was surprised, it turned out that the flower a few days ago was from Brother Dika. And my roommate thinks it's from my fans or my secret fans.

"Sir" Rengekku was moved and hugged him back. He took that hug and stroked my hair like he used to.

"Oh yeah, how's your hand? " It turns out he's still the same attention to me.

"It's okay just a broken bone, this will be treated further when returning to Indonesia" I replied.

"Bone break? It's obviously severe and you can still relax"

"Well, it's still a long way from life" Dika shook her head and I laughed.

I felt comforted this morning by the arrival of my loved one, my brother. We talked a lot about love and Dika's life in America.

I also told her that my birth mother had chosen to return home again after her mother's divorce with her abusive husband and became a suspect of persecution or KDRT.

Dika was happy to hear that story. He also knew the news that had been spread and became a warm conversation. But he didn't know that the man was the husband of my real mother.

"It's cold out here, you have to go in and not stay here too long"

"But I want to talk a lot with Dika's brother" I don't want if this meeting is only that short, he will return to America and I return to Indonesia.

He gave me his jacket to protect my body, he said, so as not to get cold today. He also told me to quickly return to the hotel.

"Sister" Brother Dika turned his head

"Why? "

"Can't you go back to Indonesia?" His face fell silent, then shook his head and looked at me.

"All right, don't ever come back. I'm happier alone anyway. And forget it if you never have a sister named Keyla" Somehow the disappointment re-emerged.

I don't want a complicated life. But fate has given me a complicated life that must be lived with a variety of patience.

The expression of disappointment came suddenly. The calm water now vented all her annoyance, I really hated when they went abroad. And simultaneously, I also miss their presence.

"I won't bother Dika and Dad again either" After that I turned and walked back to him.

Let this meeting be the end of everything. I was indeed selfish for managing the lives of Dika's brother and father. But they were also selfish for leaving me when love and affection were attached to them.

I think today's meeting could bring Dika's brother back to Indonesia, but it was wrong. The meeting only provided temporary happiness and ended in disappointment because Dika's sister still did not want to go back to Indonesia.

"Keyy, stop" I told you not to see you again. But why did this leg stop when Dika's sister told me to stop.

"Stop" He ran and hugged me.

"I don't want to lose a sister like you. I have reason to move abroad"

"I know" I answered.

The taste of haru reappeared. Brother Dika cried while hugging me. She said that her move abroad was her mother's order because she didn't want her and her father to have a relationship with me.

Dika also did not want that to happen. But inevitably he had to obey. He cried and said he loved me very much.

"Don't go, let us be different countries but we remain brothers" he said back in tears.

"Do I deserve to be Dika's brother? If your mother did not want to accept me. And father will never meet me" my heart and drown in that cry.

"Who said? You deserve to be our family" The voice that appeared surprised me.

" Aunty, dad" I'm surprised to see this family.

"Mama, papa? " So was Dika's brother who was surprised to see his parents.

Dika's father and mother came to us both. I don't know why they are here while Dika's brother said that tricked them into coming to my game.

"Sorry, sorry auntie I didn't mean to be your family" I said bowed down as I didn't want to see any quarrel between them.

"Sorry aunt, you're innocent after all. After all you are also the son of aunty husband" His hand held mine. His gaze was truly sincere then hugged me tightly.

She was crying because she felt guilty. His realization came back that I was a good boy. He also said that this was all my mother's fault and not mine.

More precisely the misunderstanding because at that time the father left was caused by his mother brother Dika who always scolded him and made the environment uncomfortable.

So the father chose to seek comfort and meet with the mother. Turns out they married Siri, so I'm not an illegitimate child.

"Really dad? I'm not a bastard? " Dad shook his head and hugged me tightly. Likewise with his mother brother Dika who is my stepmother.

In an instant the wholeness of the broken family has now returned and dispelled all prejudices over the misunderstandings that once existed.

They gave me a very long explanation and didn't want to excommunicate me anymore. And now that the problem is over, dad gives me warmth as a child. And I've forgiven all their mistakes for me.

"Come on, we'll eat together for a little while" Dad said.

"But this afternoon I will fly to Indonesia, and now I will return to my father's hotel" I explained.

"Good plan, and we'll also fly to Indonesia to settle this misunderstanding with your mother son"

"really? " Sir Dika and I were shocked simultaneously.

Her father and mother Dika nodded with a smile. His gaze indicated that the two of them were not lying.

"Thank you dad, thank you aunt"

"Thank you papa, thank you mama" I, brother Dika, father and wife patted each other like a whole family.

Now we walked to different places, they went to the hotel that was stopped while I went to the hotel to immediately go and return to Indonesia.

This defeat has its silver lining because I was able to regroup with my father. Then resolve all misunderstandings. God is fair, behind the disappointment must be stored unexpected happiness.

Indonesia, Soekarno - Hatta Airport

"Allah Allah, land safely" Gratitude said as we set foot in Indonesia.

"Key, come here let me help you"

"Thank you Sasa" they helped me to bring my things because this hand still depends on the bone fracture debunker.

I am grateful that their concern is still attached, although this team will be disbanded soon because there is still no tournament schedule in the future.

We will be returned to the team in their respective cities. May be called up again after any plans in the upcoming tournament.

"Huh? Many journalists? " I was confused when many journalists welcomed the national team.

Do they welcome a star? I'm not a star because I failed to bring a team of pride to win.

"Keyla, rest at home. And don't be discouraged"

"Every coach" Goodbye tonight and a hug from the coach who has always been a father to all of us.

"Keyla, Keyla"

"Mother, father, mother" I saw them, a family that loved me very much. And do not forget my friends and family who also picked me up at this airport.

"Mother, father" I hugged them all tightly.