
β οΈStill at Harokah FC Headquarters
Fachri and his friends were still gathered at the end of Dzuhur prayer and lunch.
"Nah Jang. You're a former porridge worker. I want to give you a guess... What does a soto and a porridge maker have in common?" ask Mr. Sularjo to give a guess.
"Sama-sama is a handyman." replied Ujang.
"Mistake Jang.." refute Mr. Sularjo.
"Together men..." Asep helped me answer.
"Still wrong.." argued Mr. Sularjo.
π€"What crus...?" ask Ujang nyerah.
"The answer is. neither sell hodgepodge.." replied Mr. Sularjo.
"Wah.. mr. Larjo ngajak gelud this.." said Ujang.
HAHAHAHA...π€£
π"The car is ready boss...!" exclaim mr. Sularjo.
"It looks like we're resetting the formation of the team again." said Mr. Andi.
"The search for players should keep going, and it looks like we're trying for the task..."
"It looks like for the departure of the Central Java zone that departs only Fachri mas and Mr. Sularjo." said Diana.
"Diana follows up on medical results and player contracts... Pa'e there's a lot on the agenda at PSSI..."
"Kang Ujang and kang Asep focus on children.." added Diana.
READY PRINCESS..Single they mocked Diana.
"Replace nih... before we disband..there are guesses for Mr. Sularjo in particular and generally for all.." challenge from Ujang.
π"Why can cows walk on their own?" ask Ujang.
"Because there is a leg dong Jang... How are you...?" answer mr. Sularjo.
"Wrong.." - timpal Ujang.
"Because the cow's grown up." said Diana.
"Still wrong.." refutes Ujang.
"Serah Jang.." cried Mr. Sularjo.
"The answer... Because there is a letter i.." replied Ujang.
"Well... What do you mean...?" ask Mr. Sularjo confused.
"Lah... Try to replace the letter u. will be spooky if the motion itself...SWEEP...π" Ujang explained.
"Jangs... Jang... You have never been on a broom yes..here you are.." said Mr. Sularjo who sprained with Ujang's guess.
π"Kabur.." shouted Ujang after melting Pak Sularjo.
β οΈ The next day
Fachri and Pak Sularjo depart for Kuningan.
"Pak Sularjo.. we stopped by the house of a friend in Jamblang.."pinta Fachri.
"Every coach.." Mr. Sularjo directly directs the speed of his car to the Palimanan toll exit.
They tried to grop the location of Ilham Nurzaman's house. Ilham was Fachri's comrade-in-arms when he was not yet a national player.
"It looks like this is his home." said Fachri.
"There's been a lot of change.it's natural that hasn't been here in years.." added Fachri.
"We parked at this shop coach...?" ask Mr. Sularjo.
"Yes, sir, this seems to be the stall of Ilham." replied Fachri.
πCar parking in a warung yard. Fachri and Mr. Sularjo got out of the car and rushed into the stall.
"Assalamualaikum.. sorry to ask... is this true, Mr. Ilham...?" greetings from Fachri to the steward of the restaurant.
"Wa'alaikumsalam.. right.... how can I help you...?" ask the waiter.
"His Father exists...?" Fachri asked back.
"There I called you for a moment." replied the waiter.
The waiter entered the doorway to a house. After waiting for a few minutes, appeared a big tall, tanned, long hair in the pigtails.
"Mas Fachri...?" shouts Inspiration.
"Brach...!" fachri.
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un.why are your feet...?" ask Ilham.
"The whole story, bro..."
"I know... Mas Fachri was trying to divert the conversation, right...?"
"Yes already. mending we eat first..."
"Laper yet...?" ask Ilham.
"It wasn't laper, but when I saw you I was a laper...!" Fachri.
"Oh yes. This knows him. his name is Mr. Sularjo.." said Fachri.
"Greetings to Mr. Sularjo. my name is Ilham.." welcome Ilham while shaking the hand of Mr. Sularjo.
"Fachri used to eat here.he was most happy with the gentong empal.." said Ilham.
π§"Mba Endang.. please make.. two Jamblang Rice and two Empal Gentong.." Ilham's orders to his servant.
"What did you drink...?" ask mba Endang.
"Es Orange two.." cried Fachri.
Fachri recounts the journey of his life, at length they chatted. Fachri did not feel it had added twice his Empal Gentong menu.
"So the intention and purpose of stopping by Jamblang..."
"The third one wants to ask for the number of some old friend..."
"So that's it. I hope you have some contacts of our friends in the area.." Pinta Fachri.
"I have several. I hope the mobile number is still the same." said Ilham.
"It seems I'm not as busy as before, because I also have to share time with my two wives." said Ilham.
"Wow.... two...?" Fachri was shocked to hear that.
Suddenly a small child appeared from the front of the stall.
"Assalamualaikum... boss Ilham... how.... I still can not work here...?" greet the little boy.
"Wa'alaikumsalam.lah.. lah.. may be.. but do not also wear school uniforms.. there change clothes first.. trus new deh here.." pinta Ilham.
"Every Boss.." shouted the little boy then again to go home because he wanted to change his school clothes with his clothes.
''Fachri and Mr. Sularjo smiled with scenes of Ilham and the little boy.
"Who is...?" ask Fachri.
"That's Qowi. the neighbor's son." replied Ilham.
"He works here...?" added Fachri.
"Yes, he said he wanted to buy football boots." explained Ilham.
"Kok didn't ask to be bought by his parents...?"
"Her mother's father was a farm worker.they couldn't afford to buy Qowi shoes..."
Qowi came back in his shirt.
"Wi..wi... You want to help me trade or want to play ball anyway...?"
"Then the waiter clothes stall costume ball..where is ugly again...!" exclaim Ilham.
Qowi.
"Mas Qowi. Try to come here." said Fachri.
"Include my name Fachri. his best friend boss Ilham..."
"Qowi can play ball...?"
"Said Boss Ilham want to buy soccer shoes yes...?" ask Fachri.
Qowi simply fell silent and was stunned by Fachri's words. The first is probably because he has never seen Fachri, the second is probably because Fachri uses a cane while walking, the third he may be surprised if Fachri can know what he wants.
π₯ "I have a challenge for you..."
"You see the goal there." said Fachri while pointing at the goal in the field of the ball next to Ilham's food stall.
β½"The challenge for you is.. I give you five chances to kick the penalty.. if from five kicks there is one goal... I will love you a gift..." the Challenge of Fachri.
"What's the prize...?" ask Qowi.
"Gift is... FOOTBALL BOOTS.." replied Fachri.
"Which is really om.. want.. want... want.. come on om.." ask Qowi.
"Eh... said he wanted to help me trade...?" ilham Ledek.
"Well, this is a cool offer boss." replied Qowi.
"Om Fachri.. then whose goalkeeper...?" ask Qowi.
"Kiper is... Boss Ilham.." replied Fachri.
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