OFFSIDE - Outside Boundaries

A Charming Flower City

🌞Morning of the day at the residence of Mr. Andi

"Our journey is one month..."

"But you don't have to bring clothes until thirty pairs of gini...! said mr. Andi.

"Well... did Pa'e bring how many clothes stel...?" ask Diana.

"Take seven pairs at most..."

"Let's laundry on the road." replied Mr. Andi.

"Assalamualaikum.. wah.. is ready nih.." said the new Ujang came using ojek.

"Wa'alaikumussalam.nih..."

"That from earlier moved the contents of the closet into the car." ledek Pak Andi on Diana who carried so many clothes that needed six suitcases.

"Well... Jang.." - Jang..."

"Here help liftin..."

"Eight said Pa'e.. it turns out that one suitcase is enough.." said Diana who was getting tired before leaving.

Finally they are ready to sail West Java.

Bismillahi, tawakkaltu ’alallah, laa haula wa laa quwwata ilaa billaah.

“In the name of Allah, I trust Allah. No power and strength except with Allah.”

They read the do'a safar, led by Ujang.

"So, our plan goes where Mas Fachri was.." asked Mr. Sularjo.

"Now we go to Bandung. then Garut. continued Tasikmalaya.. after that we go to Ciamis..."

"From Ciamis we went back through Lake and Garut to Sukabumi..."

"From Sukabumi we go to Cianjur and lastly we go to Bogor." explained Fachri.

"Laptop already... camera already... power bank already... mobile phone already.... let alone the bellom yes...?" diana asked herself.

"Boof...it's belom...!" ledek Fachri's.

"Deflame...?"

"Cock powder anyway mas...?"

"I'm ugly, huh...?" diana asked a little baper.

"Hahahaha... beautiful really..the most beautiful in this car.. hahahaha.." joked Fachri.

🚐Travel also begins.

Ujang sat in front accompanying Mr. Sularjo. Distance of one hundred and eighty kilos meters. Three hours journey.

Ujang tells about his friends while at PORDA who lived in Lembang Bandung.

Football Plus Arena, the target of Fachri and his friends hunt for talented young players. Graha Puspa Complex, Jl. Sergeant Bajuri No. km 4.5, Cihideung, Kec. Parongpong, West Bandung Regency, West Java. There is being held a tournament to the City and Regency of Bandung.

⁇ ️ There were eight teams competing that day.

With the cool air, making all who watch the game after the game become more comfortable.

Fachri noted several players he highlighted as potential targets for Harokah FC players.

Some of their players were kidnapped for interviews after the game.

Diana and Ujang have a role to invite target players to be interviewed by Fachri and Pak Andi in the corner of the VIP seat.

"Include my name Fachri and this is Mr. Andi..."

"We are from Harokah FC Jakarta..."

"We are interested in Armand's kang game." Fachri told one of the candidates.

"Thank you Mr. Fachri and Mr. Andi..."

"I am twenty-two years old..."

"My position when playing as a left wing..."

"I have no family..."

"I am the first of four children..."

"Work status. I am still actively working in a garment factory.." explains Armand.

"You're looking for some players to compete in Liga Indonesia's Third Division..."

"We'll offer a three-year contract to kang Armand..."

"Each month we will pay five million rupiah..."

"Then how's the process...?" ask Armand.

"Tomorrow we'll schedule Armand kang for Medical Check Up in Prodia..."

"If the results are healthy... Next Monday can directly contact and play at Harokah FC.." said Pak Andi.

"Each coach Fachri and Pak Andi..."

"i'm ready to join Harokah FC." said Armand.

"Kang Armand asked for his WhatsApp number can...?" pinta Diana's.

"It's tea number." said Armand.

"Well... try checking.. I've sent the link..."

"Please open and fill in the registration form Harokah FC yes.." added Diana.

"Then we say goodbye first..."

"May Medical Check Up be good..."

"See you later in Jakarta." said Fachri.

Of the eight people interviewed, only one was chosen. Armand became Fachri's choice to fill the left wing.

"Alhamdulillah. from Bandung we have got one..."

"Everything has been Diana's recorded." exclaimed Diana.

"Where else is the boss...?" ask Mr. Sularjo.

"We eat SURABI..."

"It's Pa'e and Zainab's favorite food when your mother was dating." recalls Mr. Andi.

"Oh... ready boss.." said Diana mocked her father who again reminisced about his youth.

If you are going to Bandung, do not miss one of the typical snacks of this one, namely Bandung serabi. This one snack is very easy to find in Bandung. Usually, this snack is often sold in the afternoon. 

Unlike the Solo serabi whose texture tends to be wetter, Bandung serabi has a denser texture. Serabi Bandung is also typical with a wide selection of toppings on it. Usually, the seller provides serabi with a variety of sweet topping and salty topping.

Surabi is made from rice flour, grated coconut half old, crazy, salt, yeast and liquid coconut milk.

While the topping can use chocolate rods in grated or grated cheese.

What is typical of Surabi is how to cook it, Surabi is cooked using wood coals, so it has a taste and aroma that makes our saliva begin to come out. 😋

🌹"Pa'e dishes at home..just look...we eat around the beautiful scenery..."

"Flowers.. flowers. decorate every corner of the eye we look at..."

"The city of flowers is charming." said Diana.

"Charming who...?" ledek Fachri's.

"Capturing her heart Pa'e.." - Diana.

"Eeeeenaaak.." they yelled at Pa'e who was reminiscing about her past.

🌌They do not stay in Bandung. The journey continues to Garut area. The condition of the winding streets, making Mr. Sularjo's eyes always focused on the streets.

Ujang still faithfully accompanied Mr. Sularjo. While Diana, Fachri and Pak Andi have been asleep since moving from the city of Bandung.

"The road is so extreme, Mr. Larjo...! yelling Ujang.

"Yes. Garut area is like this..."

"It is. yes.. if it is noon.can see the scenery during the trip.." said Mr. Sularjo.

On the way there was an unstable road motor. The motor suddenly took the middle lane and blocked the car. And finally....

🚐CIIIIT...

Mr. Sularjo brake emergency car HIACE...

Suddenly Mr. Andi, Diana and Fachri who fell asleep were awakened.

"Astaghfirullah's..."

"What's the matter, Mr. Larjo...?" shout them.

"Come away." said Mr. Sularjo.

Mr. Sularjo and Ujang rushed out of the car and approached the downed motorcyclist.

Apparently an old man who was carrying a pile of crackers called DOROKDOK. Or often called a skin cracker.

Half conscious of the old man when helped by Mr. Sularjo and Ujang. They're taking him to the side of the road. And the car was parked next to it by turning on the emergency lights.

The scattered DOROKDOK was gathered by Diana swiftly.