Football: The Gold Generation!

Dreamtime

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"Ah, sorry to ask sir." Al looked down guilty, after he heard all the stories from Mr. Edi, about his mass, about his dreams and dreams that he had to bury deeply in the depths of his heart, trauma that may never go away.

Even with Adit, he was silent with his eyes down, not daring to look into the eyes and facial expressions of Mr. Edi.

Mr. Edi was just silent, he tried to manage his voice, his cries were stuck in his throat, the pain and yelling he kept at the end of his tongue, not to come out the slightest thing.

Glowing eyes, trying to withstand the tightness that hit in the chest, even though he knows how hard to discuss this, but he still discusses it. Wh why?

Al who was next to Mr. Edi could feel the dark aura, Al also felt tight.

"You guys, practice by yourself. I have business." Mr. Edi stood up, in the end he lost to tears that almost spilled. As an adult with a lot of experience, Mr. Edi decided to stay away before the tears fell.

It is not easy for him to discuss the matter of the younger brother, it is very heavy to lift back the dark story that has always been a burden on his back.

"Ah, yes, well sir. Thanks for accompanying us to the rehearsal." Al was silent, the tightness that he felt was also the same as what Adit felt.

Silent.

Al and Adit were both silent, staring at Mr. Edi's slowly shrinking back, lost to the door.

Mr. Edi is gone, Al and Adit are just the rest of the two.

"Let's practice Al, we don't-"

"Can't waste any time, can you, Bang? Understand that! Let's practice Bang!"

Al understood, he also sympathized, but it was an old story, although Al thought, Al still had to continue training today, he could no longer waste time. There is still Chandra at the end there, there is still Ferza who may be almost in the end line, there are still many people who want Al to pursue.

He has to practice!

Al and Adit stood up, both of them preparing to train again, not to waste time.

Exercises

Exercises

Workouts, exercises,

Until they can feel the fun of standing on the pitch by lifting the win.

The exercises resumed, but what neither Al nor Edi realized was, Danang who had been watching them from the beginning. Danang also took a position where he could hear back Edi's story that he saw himself decades ago.

Neither Edi, Danang can not forget the long-ago story. The pain is still felt, as if the tragedy was just yesterday Tuesday.

Danang recalled that, decades ago, Edi's expression forced Danang to recall the details of the tragedy, after which Danang completely lost the figure of a goalkeeper partner as great as Edi. No outstanding partner Danang found again, no goalkeeper can be the standard kick as good as Edi.

Flashbacks

The funeral of Amar. Edi looked the hardest hit over his sister's death. Danang tried to calm his comrade.

"Edi was patient. Amar must have calmed down there." Danang.

Edi kept crying, what is it? Danang's words are magic? It's impossible for Edi to stop crying when his sister isn't so fast. But still, Edi thanked for the sympathy that Danang gave.

After Amar's funeral. Everyone goes home to the funeral home. Edi's friends say goodbye to each other's house because it was afternoon.

"In the first place we go home, it's late afternoon, we will take a shower later in search of our parents." Danang represents his friends.

"Be careful, thank you for coming." Edi said in a quiet voice.

Everyone went home, except Danang. He pretended to go home. And worried about Edi. He tried to monitor the situation of Edi from afar, for Danang Amar himself was like his sister, he was also struck by the sudden departure of Amar.

While hiding, monitor Edi. Suddenly Edi came out of the house carrying his football equipment. Ed went as far away from home as possible. And then followed where Edi went.

Got to somewhere. Edi put all his football equipment on the ground. He pulled out a match that was inside his pants pocket. He burned all his football equipment starting with his ball and then his shoes. In the end, only her favorite gloves remained. Edi seemed hesitant to burn the gloves. But the throat is round. He dropped his gloves on the fire and left the place.

Saw that. Danang quickly took the water and put out the fire. Danang could only save Edi's gloves. Although many have burned.

He repaired the gloves secretly. He helped his mother to patch the gloves. Danang intends to give it to Edi again. But Edi seems to have cracked the football. He was not even seen on the ball.

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After hearing Mr. Danang's message, everyone was back to prepare to go home. The time to go home was decided.

"Al, you're coming with me for a second." Mr. Danang called Al. A little surprised, but I still follow in Mr. Danang's footsteps.

And here they were, in a quiet room, there was only Mr. Danang himself and also Al. Al was silent, continued to pay attention to Mr. Danang who had been kidnapping his bag since.

"Sir, why did you call me here?" Ask Al again, when the question had not been answered at all.

Mr. Danang was still silent, he did not say anything and just continued to focus on unpacking his bag.

"Sir? I want pu-"

"The story has been told about dreams and tragedies that happened with his sister, right?"

The words of Mr. Danang suddenly made Al silent in his place, his mouth was confused about what to answer, not easy for sure for Pak Edi or Pak Danang.

"Yes, Mr. Edi has told me, I'm sorry sir." Al looked down, he came back to his mind. Someone who has to bury his dreams because of trauma and guilt.

"Since then, Edi no longer wanted to play ball, he even threw away also burned all items related to football, including his favorite gloves." Mr. Danang finally showed me the item he had been looking for. A shabby glove, looking old, a lot of patchwork patched there.

A worn glove that is no longer strong, black ash is still sticky there even though it has been washed repeatedly.

Mr. Danang, keeping it all this time, he always took it everywhere, looking for the right time to return it. He carries a glove, the epitome of Edi's little dream, hoping to be accepted by the adult Edi of today.

But baby, good times never come, and Danang believes Edi will burn the gloves again, if he gives it. Because the trauma of guilt never subsides even after time has passed.

"This glove .. is a symbol of my childhood friend's dreams. Edi, want to bring this glove as the goalkeeper of the Indonesian national team later." Danang smiled meaningfully, his gaze full of memories, heavy to remember, powerless to let go. For better or worse, memories are part of the journey. Danang understands that.

"The old gloves are still there, when the owner tries to exterminate them."

Deg

Al flinched subtly, his eyeballs slightly enlarged, like there was a fresh breeze hitting him, flapping wings sounded in his head, a light out of nowhere as if it was entering him.

Stuffy.

Dream is the spirit of life, when the dream is dim, the spirit of life is also almost closed.

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I. .. I can't close my eyes, pretend I don't know that I've heard this story.

Al continued to run fast, dark night did not stop him, the weight of the backpack he carried could not weigh his steps to continue to quickly go there. He's been driving around the parking lot since, to find the guy.

Lucky's!

"Sir Edi!!" Shouted Al, he was finally able to find the old man. The old man who just opened the door.

"What are you running around like that? Huh huh? Is there a ghost?"

Al did not care about the silly question, Al was busy taking his breath, regulating every oxygen that entered his body.

"Mr, do you still have a dream to become a national team goalkeeper?!" Al looked at Mr. Edi, his eyes were sharp, his black pupils were not shaking, he was serious, this question was no mere pleasantry.

Deg

One sharp spear stuck right in the heart of Mr. Edi, instantly giving a tight attack that made breathing difficult. Between anger and annoyance, and a little bit of haru, Mr. Edi grieved for a moment.

"I'm old, my age is not supportive. But, even if I were young though, I wouldn't play football anymore." Edi threw his face away, he didn't want to look at Al anymore.

"Lantas, did your dream really go out? Please say it clearly, sir!" Al didn't budge, he still needed answers.

"Just because I'm telling the past that doesn't mean I still want to be a goalkeeper-"

"How do you promise me these gloves? You promised to take him?" Al showed the gloves to Edi.

Gloves that are clearly very well known Mr. Edi, gloves that became his compatriots first, gloves that he loved the most, he washed and guarded all day.

Where is possible, Mr. Edi can just forget, right?