DORM WITHOUT CONTAINER

CHAPTER 75: NOT TO DREAM

Inspiration is silent when you see someone opening the door of your friend's house. After being invited in, Inspiration and Dad followed the person into the house. That person was a man with a flap of hair and a friendly face. Probably the same age as Dad. Inspiration became increasingly curious, actually what made Dad insistent on bringing Inspiration here. Why do you want Inspiration to meet your friend? 

"Sorry, I didn't know you wanted to come. My family is gone. Though, they must be happy to see you again." said the person as they were already sitting on the sofa that was in the living room. 

"Ah, it's okay. I'm just here for a minute. Just wanted to introduce my youngest son, Ilham." said Father as he patted Ilham on the shoulder.

"Oh, is this your son? It should be similar" he said with a smile to Ilham. "Hey. I'm a friend of your father's. I'm Fatoni. It's nice to meet you."

Inspiration smiled back and nodded his head politely.

"Ilham, Fatoni is a childhood friend of Dad's. We've both been friends since Elementary School. Although it was separated because of different universities, but we still maintain communication. So, I was hoping you'd get along with her, huh?" father said with a smile.

Ilham nodded. "Good, Dad."

"You can come to Om at any time, Inspiration. If you have any difficulties, Om will definitely help if you need it" Fatoni smiled. "Oh yeah, until you forget, what do you want to drink? I'll prepare for you." Fatoni then continued.

"Ah, there's no need to bother" said Dad unkindly.

"It's okay, I feel it's rude to let you guys get thirsty." Say Fatoni again.

"I'm not too thirsty, Om. For Dad, that's enough. Poor Dad must be tired after work." Finally Ilham raised his voice, making Dad look at Ilham with a face of protest. But, Ilham remained silent. Fatoni just laughed.

"Your son is very kind. Then let me get it first" Fatoni said as he went to his kitchen, leaving Father and Ilham alone in the living room.

"You shouldn't have to say that" said Dad smiling wryly.

"I just want you to be healthy." Inspiration Reply.

Silence heard it. He sighed for a moment, then clenched his hands together. Silence occurred for a while because Ilham was also silent waiting for Fatoni to return. Soon, however, Dad broke the silence with his soft voice. "Ham, I brought you to meet with Fatoni, not without reason." Father said.

"Hm?" Inspiration turned towards Father.

"Dad doesn't know why, you look so much like Fatoni. You both have great ambitions in the world of basketball. You both find good friends and happiness there, too" Dad said. He turned his seat to face Ilham. "First, Fatoni was also a basketball captain like you. He is very reliable in the team. However, unfortunately since Fatoni was eighteen years old, he was forced to give up basketball because of his injured leg." Obviously Father.

Inspiration was silent for a moment. "Why, Dad?" Ask Ilham then.

"It was almost like your match against Fauzi Rizal. The opposing team plays physically to make his legs sprain and blister. And the pain doesn't just heal. The pain can come back at any time if he plays basketball or falls again. That's why I was so hard on you." Obviously Father.

"Oh. I see." said Ilham slowly. He lowered his head.

Dad nodded.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Looks exclaiming. Please drink." Suddenly Fatoni came with two large glasses full of water. Then he sat down again in front of Father and Inspiration.

"Oh, thank you, Ton. I just told Ilham your basketball hobby. My youngest son really likes to play basketball like you. He's going to the Se-Lampung tournament in a few months" Dad said.

"Oh yeah? That's grand! Those times were fun. Too bad I had to stop" said Fatoni. He looked towards Inspiration. "Hey, Ilham, Om tell you, in playing basketball the goal is different from other sports." Fatoni.

Ilham frowned at Fatoni's words.

As the frown of Ilham's forehead disappeared, he stared at Fatoni in silence. Ask for further explanation for the story. But, Fatoni just smiled and said, "You'll understand what Om means, when you're in the field." Obviously Fatoni again.

Inspiration nodded her head obediently. Everything was silent, until suddenly Dad held his head. He also closed his eyes like a sick man. Fatoni who saw it was immediately anxious. Ilhan also immediately asked worriedly, "Dad why? Headache?"

"No, Dad's okay" said Dad, reassuring his son.

"really?" asked Ilhan while holding onto Father's forehead. He was surprised when he felt a hot air there. "Good God, I'm feverish! Um, then me and Dad, excuse me! I'm not feeling well!" Pamit Ilham's.

"Wait, Ham. Let Om get the fever medicine first, so your father can drive all the way home. Otherwise, it can be dangerous!" fatoni panicked. He immediately left them again to look for a cure. Anxious inspiration immediately took the water that had been available at the table for Dad to drink.

"Is it better?" ask Ilham.

Dad nodded slowly.

"Here, eat the medicine first. You shouldn't have come here if you were sick. I feel bad for making you sick like this" Fatoni said. He gave a capsule medicine.

Ilham immediately took his water glass and took the medicine to give to Dad. After that, Ilham and Fatoni let Dad rest there. They both went to the balcony. Forced Ilham to delay his return for a while so that Dad's fever does not get worse. 

Ilham stood behind Fatoni who was sitting on the balcony while looking towards the night sky. Silence once again dominated them. No one opens his mouth to just give an exciting atmosphere. All that was heard was the sigh of each, as well as the wind that was blowing slowly danced their clothes.

Inspiration to embrace his body.

Fatoni smiled looking at Ilham. "You're cold?"

Ilham. He grinned for a moment. "It's okay, Om."

Fatoni nodded in understanding. "Good then."

Inspiration smile...!!!

Fatoni let out his breath. He smiled at the shining stars in the sky. "Look at you and your dad coming here, Om so remember those old school days." Fatoni.

"Hm?"

"Om has many friends from basketball. Even Om can get a lot of lessons from them. Also from the basketball games that we follow" said Fatoni. "At that time, we fought desperately to get to the big tournament. Our goal is to play all the way out of the country." Further. "But, the sloppy Om. If only that time, Om be careful, Om's foot would not be a long-term injury. Om was told that Om should not continue the National Tournament. At that time, Om was still competing. But, finally Om's legs even more painful. Finally, Om's feet always hurt when invited to practice. Om friends may still be a career as a basketball player now. As per their dreams." Fatoni.

"What about Om?" Ask Inspiration.

Fatoni laughed a little. "Om obviously can no longer be a basketballer. Exercise only hurts. Especially competing. Om can just sit in the office staring at the computer screen." Fatoni continued.

"Om not sad to live it?" Ask Inspiration.

"Why should you be sad? Sometimes we need to let go of our desires. Most importantly, we are all still friends. Sometimes when they're not busy, they visit Om often." Fatoni.

Inspiration silently heard it.