Karatan Bad Boy

Part 31 - Fahmi Al Nahdi, SWF

Naumi's arrival made the young man hastily swallow his food without chewing properly. Grogi because he was noticed by the coach when he was not training on the field. The face of a woman who is now growing up makes the heart rate increase.

Especially when the sound of laughter was heard breaking the silence of the night, he felt like he heard a melodious song even the geisha singer just lost to him. "Night, Miss Naumi, want the noodles, right?" The bowl was still hot in the lift with a feeling of vigor but the coach shook his head.

The woman just walked over, and sat down next to her. A face that usually looks firm but not for tonight. "Mom's been a coach for a long time?" He tried to get to know the coach more closely obey the heart that thrashed want to know a lot about Naumi.

"Of course, before you became a basketball team. Whatis yourname? I forgot because I have to remember many names every year" said Naumi questioned the identity of one of the basketball team members without any intention.

The young man placed the bowl of noodles on the table, then rubbed his right hand against the tip of the t-shirt to keep it clean from any stains. Then happily reached out to the front Naumi who was staring at him so casually. A glance awaits the welcome that the woman understands.

"Fahmi Al Nahdi" said Fahmi introduced himself proudly to mention his father's full name.

Fahmi is one of the core members of the basketball team, only that one young man rarely gather together even just come to practice. The rest are always busy living the real world that has taken time without being able to be corrected. He was the only child of a middle-class family who owned a food stall in the suburbs.

The young man was also one of the outstanding students who got into a favorite school because of scholarship but his attitude was so quiet and just liked to listen. Never mind going to play, he became a member of basketball because he accidentally replaced one of the members during the game a few months ago.

Naumi the mangosteen remembered the young man's name in his memory, "Eat first the noodles! Trus sleep, do not wake up tomorrow bad luck or punishment applies to all of you."

"Ready, Mom. By the way why is the match precisely with the school that is not registered in any branch champion?" asked Fahmi who is still curious about the method of the coach, but it is not Naumi who decides every process of the progress of the basketball team this time.

No words, much less the right to answer. Naumi got up from her seat, then let out a slow breath. "Games are held to hone skills. Want to compete with field champions or street champions. His name is match fixed match. You have to remember that and forget about the other factors."

Warning as well as good advice makes Fahmi contemplate forgetting his mienya, while Naumi set foot to walk away from the young man. As a coach, he has the right to give his best, only he is in a dilemma because of Kimmy's decision. The list of school names that will be opponents this time is spelled out as ghost players.

Not many know but anyone who knows every name of the leader could be shaking even Rafa has to learn more, if you want to be a winner. One thing he could not say was that all the students of the basketball players would be the students of his own best friend.

In some regions there is always one name that is representative to find talent from young people even though it is from dusty and slum streets. Where there are warrior souls, that's where the SWF people are. Unlike him who has a permanent task that is to train children in the mansion.

Tonight is the beginning of life for some but it is also the end for others. Sometimes the story that is considered to be over, just get back up to say the storm is real so that it can destroy everything in one glance.

Genuine love but looks fake makes the heart more doubtful. The belief is indeed as thin as a layer of skin that is easily slashed without intention. Like Rafael's sense of belonging, the young man tried to refrain from staying silent to hear Lion's father's explanation of their family's condition.

But the heart cannot accept because the biggest fact in his life is only one. He lost the affection of his parents since infancy because he was exiled like an outcast. Then how can his father expect him to believe in the injustice that has made a child like an orphan.

"Sorry, Dad. Rafael still doesn't want to come with you to town. Your life is complete without me" The hand that holds it comes off, then turns cupping both hands in front of the chest. "There's already my twin brother. Just love your beloved son and let me live quietly here."

"Son, we can't leave you here. Your age is old enough to understand the family situation ...," Mother Keisha tries to help her husband to persuade Rafael but the husband shakes his head asking her not to continue what is currently thought.

Realizing that something is wrong, Rafael rethinks his decision. Once again trying to find the resolve but he is still not willing with all the injustice that befell his life. Life during this time only he himself knows and feels without any friends. Especially the attention of parents he always craved.

The pain in the heart is just welcome voice istighfar. He hoped that his emotions would fall into a calmness without vengeance until the arrival of Mbok Yem who approached him. Then rubbing the head touches the sense of returning to peace with injustice.

"Well, Mother and Father are good intentions to invite you to stay in the city together. Inget yo, a child's paradise is under the soles of his mother's feet." Mbok Yem advised Rafael, making the young man no longer able to resist the wishes of his parents.

Lips felt silly to say yes until all he could do was nod in agreement to move to another city. The agreement that makes Lion's father and Mother Keisha look at each other while giving thanks for their business launched.

"Tomorrow the day we leave here, let me book the ticket first tonight. Mum, thank you." Lion grabbed the hand of the middle-aged woman standing in front of him, then kissed affectionately as a token of gratitude.