The Ball Behind the Love of the Court
19. School Graduation

The conversation continued and sangar cool while hanging out at the Pak Ali meatball stall.We had fun and laughed while telling a little bit of the journey of life that I experienced. David also listened well as my lips continued to spit out explanatory words in life.

"Great key, you're so great" I looked at David in wonder. Why doesn't he hate me for being a street kid and a newspaper salesman

"meaning? "

"You are a great fighter, at an age that is currently said to be early you can already make your own money. Likewise with riki, you two are so great" David instead praised me with Riki for making money without any embarrassment.

"Don't you hate me for being a street kid? "

"No" the answer was short

"Hhhhfuuuuuuu" I sighed, it turned out that what I was thinking was wrong. There are still many people who are willing to accept a dark background. Not everyone hates but there are still people who dare to approach to become friends. Not long after that I went home with David, leaving Riki and Mr. Abi there.

"Oh yes key, this is sudden but I want to say the same to you"

"What vid" Sahutku spirit

"in 2 days I go abroad to study football there"

"Have you gone out of the country? " Why so fast when I just knew you" My steps stopped right at the beautiful rice field glaring at David with a probing look.

"But take it easy, I'll give you a note about some of the tricks in football and you can learn them" I fell silent and looked up at the sky. Trying to turn my back on David. Disappointment is obvious to my heart, because it was David who always woke me up but he had to leave quickly to leave this country.

"Key, I'm just a little while away and I'm definitely back"

"When? " Tuanya with a lethargic look

"One key moment, because I can't count it" I'm actually not willing to let David go. Because with David I like to play with the ball.

But I mustn't be selfish either because David will also continue his future and his ideals. I have no right to prevent David from leaving. I can only accept it with resignation.

"You promised to come back, right? " Take a question to David

"Key's promise" David gives the little finger as a sign that he keeps his promise to return. I tried to throw a fake smile at her to say that I was okay.

David went away happily and hugged me for a while, she said as a memory of friendship.I received the hug even though these eyes could not lie because I felt a deep loss.

With David gone, my eyes again dripped the details of tears grasping the pain. His passing is heartbreaking, why should David leave me alone again. It was ruined, playing ball with him for a little while and now I have to let it all go.

"Be careful vid" I said softly as David Sudha passed away, while my hands were busy wiping away the tears that were dripping painfully.not that I Riska wanted to cry, but my heart wants to stay strong and confident that one day David will come back again.

That afternoon I went back to a lonely pensive, because David was going to go and leave me alone. Maybe from this moment on I should be able to do football without David and have to train on my own without David.

The next morning when I went to my mother's house to eat pecel, my mother's hand suddenly came to me to give me a book. He said the book was given to me by a boy my age. When I asked her whereabouts she was gone.

"Daviddd" I cried out to chase down the way of the rice fields but nothing was in sight. All was empty there were only birds. Turns out David's gone overseas leaving me. Just a book about the ball, David gave free. Right now only books can accompany me to practice with the ball.

When I opened the book, there was a picture or note about the ball. Starting from the initial steps of the introduction of hola to some technical drawings to master the ball well. It is even written how to be the best of the ball.

The best way to become a great player is not he who always scores a gola in the enemy's goal, but a great player is he who displays beautiful games and always collaborates for victory. Because the goal that goes into the goal with a sense of selfish, is not a great goal but a great goal is a good cooperation with a sense of mutual family building in each player.

A beautiful and very good book, I always practice on the field with solitude. With the book David gave me. Practice continues to master the ball and be able to make the ball as a friend of life.

At first there was a bit of difficulty in reading the trick described, but with the effort and determination I put in. The trouble seemed to drift away and disappear. All the skills I learned got used to. Even without a coach, at least the book David gave me can be made as a silent coach.

Day after day I passed, time after time I searched. Alone in the sunyinya house that I have considered as a palace. It's been 2 years since my mother left me without any news. But he always routinely gave me pocket money. Even the money was huge and sufficient for the needs of my life.

The money also paid for the food and school I attended. It's true that my life has changed for money, but it's quiet with affection. Complaining is no longer important, because I know this is a message that God gave me to dare to hit the waves live and winding streets.

I also often take part in tarkam, although sometimes only paid players or even participate in the village tarkam which all the players are women. There the skill was tested a lot, many female players were even better than the male tarkam I had been through before.

It turned out that many of them entered the football club, and were supported by both parents even though they were women. A little envy I re-emerged, wanting to enter the football club but unfortunately there is not enough cost for it.

Every game, I remember David. Even though he's been gone for 2 years, I miss him playing football. Not infrequently I lose and not infrequently also I win in a match. But I remember the spirit of the ball that David always gave me. I was hoping he'd be home soon, not knowing when but the important thing is that I could see him again.

From the few savings I saved from the pay match, I was finally able to buy new shoes. While David's shoes I keep neat in the closet. And the money I saved, I'm going to give it back to Mom one day. Here I thought I kept asking around for mom everywhere but I never met. Maybe today is not the time for me to meet my mom, or maybe on another day.

"One day I will find my mother" I muttered as I stared at a photo of my only memory with my mother.

The journey is beautiful, but even more beautiful when there is human intervention that is able to form the character of his children. From this I learned to shape myself to be the best. Be it the nature, the attitude, the character or the story of my life. Everything I do to prolong the happiness I have.

I also want to aspire to be a great soccer player. Being a national team player is everyone's happiness. But my goal to be a great footballer is to meet my dad or mom. I want them to watch me on TV one day. That the child they left behind is now successful with a foreign environment that does not understand the truth.

It was boring, living in a quiet village that could only berate me. Said I was an illegitimate child, said I was a wasted child, even they had tasted me a whore because of mom. I was not angry because the words I was used to hearing though continuously. Only Ms. Yanti and her family knew the truth to me. Silence is the best way to enjoy life. I chose to be quiet to enjoy it.

\*bruk, bruk\*

"Let's make a quick ri" I said as I pulled Ari's hand and ran through the hallways to get to the notice board.

"Ohhhh, key tired do not run away mingling we just walk"

"When we go, we will not see our names" said my husband while pulling Ari's hand

"Excuse me, excuse me" got rid of some of the students who had stormed the notice board. Ari and I forced their way into a crowded crowd. How not crowded, while the students here are not tens but hundreds.

My eyes looked one by one at the sheets I read. I was sure that my name would be in the order of 50 and below. I looked for it but until the end there was no name. I fell silent and then came out of the crowd. I don't think I graduated this year. Or maybe I repeat it again. Sitting on the floor alone and pensive, what a pity my fate is.

"Keyyy, keyyyy" Shouted yari who came out from the crowd. I just kept quiet and looked at him. Ari widened the laughter of happiness, surely Ari graduated at the highest rank. Because he's the smartest kid in this school.

"I passed keyyy" He hugged me who was speechless

"Thank God you passed, I didn't pass ri" I replied sadly

"really? " Ari smiled at me, I don't understand her gaze. Whether he was deliberately mocking me or was indeed really mocking me because he graduated whereas I wasn't.

"Hmm" I nodded languidly

"Let's come with me" Ari pulled me back and entered the crowd of students who were still busy looking for his name on the graduation board.

Ari invited me to check one by one the names ranging from the order of number 1 to the order of number 50. At first I was resigned, because maybe Ari mocked me by inviting to check the name at 1-50. I don't think my name will be there. My ears kept checking the names one by one, my eyes focused on finding a beautiful name in my opinion.

"Keyla adara, keyla, keyla, key"

"Aaaaaaa, thank God Ariiii I passed" Jumped in joy while making sure that my name by looking back at the exam number turned out to be true my name. I laughed and jumped as high as I wanted. My name is at number 27. Turns out I graduated.

"Alhamdulillah passed the key" Ari also laughed happily while celebrating my graduation. It turns out that it was useful for me to study with Ari. I used to be a fool but now I can graduate with good grades.

"It's not in vain that I'm willing to teach you the key" His hand patted my back then I laughed and Ari followed it as well.

"Hahahha" Laughs between the joy, joy, joy and madness of both of us.

"Finally my brain is useful ri"

"Mahaha"

Besides being busy practicing ball, I was also busy studying with Ari. At first who became a stupid child but over time can be honed and produce results. I'm very happy to be able to get good grades despite not being in the top 10 which is important there is an improvement. Ari is a hero to me, because she's got my academic grades to be good. Mathematics that I consider difficult, it turns out can be used as a game in learning.all that ari that teaches.

I was surprised if I didn't graduate. And I'm confused where else to go if I don't graduate. I saw the wrong announcement paper. And the results are really satisfying and very satisfying. All the happy cries that should be heard in every hallway of the school, in the parking lot, in the park and other places.

There were also those who were happy and laughed out loud to celebrate. It feels relieved because it has passed the SMP period. But someday there will be one of the most missed moments of each student. While I may not have the most missed moment, except the moment with Ari.

I think this moment is only for those who have a gang in school while I only have a loyal friend, Ari. But we promised to go to the same High School.

"Oh yes key, you so go to SMA A with me right"

"Surely dong boss, we should always be together"

"Hahahha" There is no most beautiful day without laughter. Laugh before laughter is forbidden.

After everything is done to take care of the preparation papers for high school, Ari and I go straight home. In front of the gate there was a father and his mother who picked him up there. Usually the driver Ari or his father only but now there is his mother.

I talked to the family ari because they were like kuruegak themselves even though I had never set foot in rmah ari. his family was very friendly and I was very happy to know the brand. They even used to tell me to look after Ari. I'm not Ari's bodyguard, but hehe's goons.