OFFSIDE - Outside Boundaries

Fachri's Journey to Jakarta

🌊Three years ago, the tsunami had wiped out everything, houses, cars and other securities had been washed away by the sudden water spill.

Even his second son went missing somewhere.

But they still hope Arsya still survived, although it is unlikely that it could happen, given the age of just 3 years when the disaster occurred.

Not only that, one of his biggest income was lost, as if lost and away from hope.

🤵Fachrisyah.

A professional footballer from Jakarta.

the transfer from Persija Jakarta to Persiraja Banda Aceh with a fantastic transfer value makes Fachrisyah a rich footballer.

Yes, that was when the tsunami had not destroyed the city of Banda Aceh.

But now....

His left leg has been amputated because it was squeezed into collapse when a powerful wave hit Banda Aceh.

Now his life is in a difficult time, increasingly uncertain, maybe this is the so-called punishment of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala.

In the past Fachri nickname Fachrisyah lived well, he was preoccupied with worldly affairs only, to forget the afterlife, leaving prayer is the usual thing he did.

With a body that is not perfect anymore, Fachri tries to keep the spirit of living life.

He is sure, he will return victorious because he has a capital that is priceless.

The capital is a faithful wife and a righteous child, who always prays and reminds her to repent, and does not forget the power of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala who created her.

Fachri entrusted his wife and son to Iqbal. Iqbal is his personal driver and his best friend who was still successful. He intends to return to Jakarta.

🌞That day, early in the morning Fachri set foot to Jakarta accompanied by his stick that had become part of his life.

"Bismil was bornohmanirohim.

Iqbal lent him five hundred thousand dollars.

"it's too much for me" said Fachri.

"You need it more" Iqbal added, putting the money in the pocket of the worn-out Fachri shirt.

That's how Iqbal is, he's a typical loyal friend.

Fachri hitchhiked every passing vehicle heading south of the island of Sumatra, starting from a wood truck, an open-air car carrying goats, and a car carrying goats, with the hope of five hundred thousand rupiah money is enough to deliver it to Jakarta.

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MMMMMM......

🚢The voice of the Ferry accompanied Fachri across the Sunda Strait.

"It's a full ship very yes".", he cried in his heart.

The ferry is no longer comfortable there is no gap to fall even if only for a moment.

"Yes Allah... ease my journey to Jakarta aamiin", Fachri prayer at that time in the midst of the insistence of passengers who had begun to fret because of the constriction.

Precisely 15 days travel from Aceh to Jakarta, very different when moving from Jakarta to Aceh, no more than 2 hours because of the use of aircraft, even now when arriving at the port of peacock, no one welcomes him as before when he was still ngetop-ngetop.

His steps have begun to stumble, the head began to dizzy, understand it has been 2 days have not met rice.

"Kangen anyway.. but this money is less friendly with my pocket hehehe.".", he laughed in his heart.

Fachri began to be confused what to do here, so pelvic labor was impossible, wong bring the body just need the help of a stick. Slowly his gaze began to blur and instantly his body fell on the sidewalk.

"Sir..... Sir.... Alhamdulillah already sober him", a young man patted his arm.

"Oh my head... This is where ya?..... kayak police station..... why can I be here?", while holding the head Fachri tried to get up to sit.

"The father was found lying on the sidewalk by this child", the police officer said, looking at the young man.

"What's your name? Why not bring a ID?" the policeman asked as he gave the glass mineral water and his suction.

"My name is Fachrishah" replied Fachri

"Please drink first", ordered the police officer

After drinking straight Fachri explained why he got here, there weren't many questions they asked, it seems like they once knew a face that looked like Fachri on a glass screen but they were reluctant to ask questions already a year ago his mustache hair and beard were never shaved again, different when still actively playing the round skin guaranteed no woman to blink except for flickering again.

Then Fachri was encouraged to return to Aceh because he did not have a clear ID card and purpose, with a little intimidation they forced and threatened him even threatened to be put in jail.

Fortunately, when pressed by the young man who helped him earlier offered his services to help and ensure the existence of Fachri here.

"What's your name, son?" fachri asked as he rushed out of the police station.

"Ali Reza is commonly called Ali", the young man replied with a smile.

I don't know what the young man had in mind, but he seemed happy with Fachri's presence.

"Mother definitely doesn't want to go back to Aceh, right?" ali was firm in hope.

"yes, I'm having a hard time crossing this island, thank you son Ali for his help", holding Ali's hand.

"Then follow Ali to the house", while pulling his hand, Ali stopped the bus headed towards Tangerang Peacock

In the bus Ali took out 2 loaves of bread and gave them to Fachri.

"It's a little bit of food for our stomach odd, in 10 minutes we'll be home" Ali said.

"baaaang.. left.", cried Ali while standing.

🕌Papura Pondok Pesantren Fatahillah stands in front of them as they get off the bus.

"Assalamualaikum.", cried Ali as he approached the humble house in the pesantren.

"Wa aleikum salam", the old woman answered Ali's greeting meekly.

"Umi knew this Mr. Fachri from Aceh", Ali introduced Fachri to his mother.

"It just so happens that Umi cook vegetable lodeh, let's clean up and immediately eat with Umi" said Umi Ali.

"Subhanallah..... God has directed me to His path", whispered Fachri inwardly.

"Pak Fachri", said Ali.

"I have a duty to clean the mosque, before our zuhr must be in the mosque" added Ali.

Ali was so excited as if he was tireless even though he had just traveled a long way.

Fachri was also excited to live his life today.

"This boarding school is deserted? Where's the santrinya?" ask Fachri while looking around the pesantren.

"Against the holiday sir, most of them went home to their respective areas", Ali replied as he swept the floor of the mosque.

Suddenly a young man from beside the mosque in simple clothes approached them.