I'm Not a Wingless Angel

MY SON IS MY SON

POV Author

Dimas and Di are watching the Azi workout this afternoon. No one was aware of their presence, nor was Azi. Dimas seemed to smile at the shrewdness of Azi in the field. Azi was not in the striker position in the game, he was put as a midfielder. Several times he gave good passes to be passed by the striker to the goal and succeeded. His body nimbly swerving around to snatch, dribble and then feed it to the striker and the goal. Dimas occasionally yelled from inside the car to give instructions, like a coach. Zya who sat on his lap many times was surprised to hear Dimas yell. While Di just shut up and focus on watching his hero in action.

" We're down."

Dimas held Zya in his hand, got out of the car and stepped closer to the sidelines. He followed his steps from behind.

Puja praise from the coach for the striker was heard clearly from the stand Dimas and Di along with some parents who were waiting for his children to train. Dimas's forehead frowned upon hearing the formation arrangements they would use for next week's tournament. Azi was only put in the position of a reserve player, the boy looked down sadly. Feeling all his efforts never succeeded to take the heart of his coach.

" Good afternoon sir."

Dimas and Di turned to a woman who greeted Dimas, then smiled kindly at the sweeper.

" Tumben father and mother today are watching children practice."

Dimas smiled his smile for a moment

" Yes, I'd like to see firsthand my child's development during practice here."

" Owh.. He's good, sir."

Dimas nodded proudly

" But baby, always sit on the bench."

" Ogh huh? Why is it like that?"

the questioner laughed before explaining his statement

" Mother or father never came to watch a child practice. The coach doesn't know who Azi is."

" What order, his ability to play football with him whose child?"

" It is so here sir... If parents are not close to the coach, our children will not be considered to exist. I have also only been here for a few months to accompany my son, but because my son's ability is not as good as the father's son, I think it's natural that my son has never been included in the tournament."

" But different parents. Several times I have seen him disappointed like that. Even my son, Rio.. That's wearing shirt number 19, feeling sorry for her."

Like a big hammer from Thor hit Dimas and Di's chest at the same time. This was apparently what made Azi change the last few months. Even to the point of daring to fight on Di. There was a disappointment that he did not dare to express, because he was afraid that papa and his mother were disappointed.

" Thank you for the information, ma'am."

He clenched his hands, not accepting the coach's treatment of his son.

" Azii!! Here son."

Dimas immediately called Azi, shortly after seeing his training session complete. Azi's face was initially disappointed, changed happily to see the presence of papa and her mother. Azi ran quickly towards Dimas and Di who were waiting for him on the sidelines, then quickly rushed to hug Di. Dimas scrambles - randomizes Azi's hair and gives praise to his game.

The football coach who walked behind Azi as Azi ran to greet his parents, came to Dimas and Di, with his face as dignified as possible.

" Wadduh's.. It's great that papa and mom can finally see Azi training."

Azi who was in the arms turned around to face the coach. He looked at the coach with annoyance, but Dimas still put on a natural smile to look polite.

" How is Azi progressing sir? Is the game good?"

Dimas asked

" good... Much better than at the beginning - the beginning entered first. Quite a lot of progress."

he answered with a smile attached like a sycophant who pretended well to achieve his goal.

" Good then. I also believed in his ability, so I never accompanied him. At least just listen to his story as soon as he's home."

" yes.. He even went to the tournament a few times. But neither father nor mother has ever been seen accompanying."

" Oh yeah? Waddutuh... Azi never told us that he was included in the tournament. Why son?"

Dimas looked at Azi, asking him to answer as he could

" Azi never entered the field, why tell mama and papa."

The coach was instantly speechless, his smile instantly disappearing.

" Watch a tournament but don't get on the field, so what are you doing?"

" yes.. Coincidentally the core player is in a fit pack. They can play for 90 minutes."

" Owh... You mean coach Azi just sat on the bench?"

" I.. Iy.. Yes sir.. We've got a lot of good players here, so everyone has to play in turn."

" Sitting on the bench for 90 minutes each tournament, when to change?"

The coach seemed to be at a loss for words to explain, he just kept silent unable to find an answer.

" Yes sir, no problem. Maybe Azi hasn't been worthy enough to be taken down. Even though I saw he was playing so well."

" We also came to express our gratitude for the knowledge that you have given Azi so far."

The coach again felt in the wind, the arrogant face that he had almost thrown away, now plugged back in.

" Same - same sir. I do train my students quite hard, so the children who practice here play well - good all. I've also been so often confused in choosing players, the number of good ones."

Dimas nodded - nodding his head and smiling.

" Yes, I believe that. That's why sir, I intend to move Azi to another training ground. So that he can come into the field, not just sit in the player's seat."

" You mean father?"

the coach looked at Dimas while frowning his forehead

" Yes, Azi can offer training in another SSB. He just told us this morning. So, today is his last rehearsal here."

" Azi, thank your coach, son. Anyway, he's been very good at training you."

" So, sir, I'm sorry. But, we need Azi for the tournament tomorrow sir. Can't you wait until the tournament's over tomorrow?"

" If only to sit on the bench for 90 minutes, I think many will be able to replace Azi, the coach. But, I will leave the decision to Azi. How's Zi? Still want to sit on the bench for tomorrow?"

Azi quickly shook her head.

" But Zi..."

" My son has made his decision sir, sorry. I have to listen to his decision, I'm his father."

" Oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself before."

Dimas reached out to the coach, then was greeted by the coach's helping hand.

" I am Dimas Arya and this is my son, Muhammad Alfaridzi Arya."

Di and Azi turned to Dimas, looking at him puzzled by the addition of Arya's name behind Azi's name.

" God... Oh God.. Sir, I'm sorry."

The coach was shocked and widened his eyes in disbelief. Dimas Arya is a regular donor at the SSB where he trains. Indirectly, there was money Dimas Arya flowed in his salary all along.

" No pa pa sir.. Just chill. I will still be a donor in this SSB, hopefully in the future can prioritize the skills of children compared to the name of the father."

" I want my son to be accepted for his ability, not for my donation. And my son has proved it, though it is not well received here."

" I thought Daniel Firstly Arya was a father.. Sorry, I don't know."

" Pity the boy, he was chosen to enter the first team just because there was Arya in his name. Hopefully his skills match what is needed at this club."

" Okay sir, excuse me. Thank you for guiding my son all this time."

Dimas invites Di and Azi to leave immediately, leaving the coach who is still silent regret. Dimas moves Zya into Di's sling, while he walks side by side with Azi.

" Thank you, pa.."

" Same - same boy. Tomorrow I'll take Azi to the new training ground that Azi wants. Remember, don't disappoint papa."

" Azi promise pa."

Dimas patted - patting Azi's shoulder softly, they smiled together.