OFFSIDE - Outside Boundaries

Oh. so this, traitor PERSIJA.

🌄One month already the presence of Mr. Fachri in the foundation, but not as usual...... Jum’at it Ustadz Fadlan looked for him before he left ngamen.

“Assalamu’alaikum, pack Fachri” Salam Ustadz Fadlan on him.

“Wa’alaikum salam.” Answer Fachri

“You leave Mr Fachri?... sorry to interrupt for a moment....... can you?”.Ask Ustadz Fadlan.

“Yah..... may I..... Can I help you?”.Ask Fachri.

“Kalo I notice every day Friday’at afternoon mr. Fachri.... give infaq to the foundation whose value when I count not a little....."

"Even if averaged more than one hundred thousand each time infaq..... and if summed up from three times infaq range more than three hundred thousand Ustadz Fadlan.

“Iya.. I'm sorry, just can give that much.” Fachri.

“Oh... not that ane.....ini infaq you the largest of the laen.” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Means ane..... family in Aceh have you sent ape belom?” Added Ustadz Fadlan.

“Belom I sendin.... the plan is during the day, deliberately I send per month.” Answer Fachri.

“Ane is just worried Mr. Fachri forgot....... and I think all your money is donated to the foundation Ustadz Fadlan.

“I want to have a superior practice....... and new it that I can.... just contributed all my income specifically on Friday’at, and coincidentally every day Jum’at given a lot of sustenance the same Alloh.” Obviously Fachri is back.

🤲“May Alloh always bless Mr. Fachri and family.” Ust Prayer. Fadlans.

“Amiiin.” Welcomed.

Finally they say goodbye, because Alief seems to have waited a long time.

“So no..... send money?” Ask Alief.

“Jilah... but via postal mail order, please until destination.” Answer Fachri.

“Emang does not nyimpen phone number or account number?” Ask Alief back.

“Alief..Alief... his name is also abis affected by disaster... already in ludes” replied Fachri.

“I put the address of the foundation, so that if it has arrived they can directly reply to this letter.” Fachri added

🌜One month he has sent the letter, but until this second there is no answer.

“Tumben nih.... nglamun aje.” Tegur Alief's.

“Eh. ente Lief, belom dapet balesan nih.” Fachri.

“Balesan ape?” Ask Alief.

“Udah a month family in Aceh belom also give news...... what is it?.” Fachri said.

“Tomorrow we check to the post office.”Bring Alief.

“Iya.... true you are Lief...... thank you yes.” Welcome Fachri.

The next day they went to the post office. Strangely enough the money order had been received by Ambar, Ambar was his wife Iqbal, but indeed the status of money at the post office had not been taken.

“Where is it, Lief?” Ask Fachri to Alief.

“Ya already.... kite wait aja first....... maybe belom sempet?” Entertain Alief at the time.

Arriving at the foundation

“Pak Fachri, wait a minute sir!!” Ustadz Fadlan from a distance.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Added Ustadz Fadlan.

“Wa’alaikum Salam.” Greet them.

“There is good news for pack Fachri.” Ustadz Fadlan.

“Alhamdulillah...” welcome Fachri while rubbing face with both hands.

“What's up Tadz?” Ask Fachri.

“PSSI opens C.” level trainer training registration Ustadz Fadlan.

“Come tomorrow we go to Senayan, do not need to mention first.” Bring Alief.

“Ngamen yes.. ngamen aja, all ngamennye towards senayan, while diving drinking milk bread, he..he.he.he.” Canda Fachri on Alief.😜

🌞The next day, the sun was scorching, forcing this sweat out of the body which began to tremble holding back the hunger.

“Alhamdulillah, tuh warung have been waiting for kite.” Canda Fachri on Alief.

“Aaa....” Alief looks confused.

“Aaa .. Oooo ..Aaa ..Ooo... wow, you kayaknye already laper nih.” Fachri.

“Oooh rice shop.”Looks like Alief just understood what he meant by the stall.

After they ate, there was an adhan from the mosque in the Senayan area. They rushed to the mosque.

After the Dzuhur prayer

“Assalamu’alaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatu.” They say a greeting sign ending the Dzuhur prayer.

There was a stranger on the left as Mr. Fachri ended his prayer.

“Who is it, oooh... Fachri?” While grinning his forehead, Andi returned Fachri's greeting.

“Alhamdulillah.... where to takean?” Ask Mr. Andi back.

“Long story pa’e.” Answer Fachri

Pa’e.

Pak Andi is a PSSI manager who handles player psychology. Mr. Andi is like his own parents, he understands the character, psychology and mentality of the players.

Fachri introduced Alief to him, and told him what he was going through right now. And it seems that God lightened this step to achieve his dream of becoming a coach.

Mr. Andi delivered Fachri to register and not only that.

“Gimana nih..... this person is not worthy of being a participant because his legs are stumped?” Said a recipient of registration.

“This man is a former national player.... he already understands the technique of playing the ball well and correctly...... Only need to be sharpened about management and strategy to play.” Firm sir Andi.

“Just sign up first I will say ama chairman.” Add mr. Andi.

After the registration process, Mr. Andi drove them to the foundation.

“Almost pack Andi!” Fachri shouted at Mr. Andi.

“Thank you very much, at home son wife already on the wait.” Said mr. Andi.

“We also thank you very much for the help.” Fachri

And the black terios sped up slowly leaving the two of them.

Arriving in the room.

Suddenly

“Oh.... so this, traitor PERSIJA, pantes.... kayaknye I've seen muke kayak like this.” Reprimand Aki at them upon entering the room.

They can only be silent.

Suddenly I threw a punch in Fachri's face.

B U G...Blow battery leads to Fachri's face.

G U B R A K.....Fachri also fell.

“Astagfirullah ‘aladzim, crazy you ye.” Said Alief while pushing Aki.

“That's a reward for traitors.” Said Aki while coming out and slamming the door of the room.

All silent.

Finally Mr. Fachri told his origin to friends at the foundation.

“Ya... already..... mending we sleep....... later bad luck!!!” Fachri.

That night Aki did not sleep with them.

“It looks like today until the next three days you must ngamen yourself.” Mr. Fachri told Alief.

“Ya.... moga pak Fachri success as a coach..... later depart at what time to Senayan?” ask Alief.

“Later six..... abis breakfast!....... Do’ain ya Lief!!” Her request.

“Insya Allooooooooh, okay booooss.” Answer Alief.

All went well and according to plan, the training added to the latest insights and regulations in football.

And no less important, knowledge of effective and professional management of football.

Anyway, it wasn't in vain that he spent two million on that training fee.

A week had passed, there should be no more training today. Mr. Fachri is trying to devise a football school proposal. Starting from the budget, to the design of the field and costumes.

“Nasi pack fried potato sauce, vegetable love ama goldfish.” Pinta Fachri on mbok Nunung

“New dumbbells eat...... misadventure?” Tegur mbok Nunung's.

“Craftsmanship again nanggung..... new felt laper....... directly aje slide here.” Fachri.

“Yo.... wis.....nih his name, use sambel ora?” Ask Mbok Nunung.

“Little aje mbok!!” Answer Fachri

After breakfast I rushed to Ustadz Fadlan's house.

Suddenly though…..

BUGS…

"Allahu Akbar.." cried Fachri in pain.

HAMMOCK....Fachri also fell

Mr. Fachri's body fell down, helplessly receiving the lunge of the wooden beam from the back……

The mysterious people instantly lifted and raised the already defenseless body of Fachri into a car.