Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 3: You Don't Want to Follow
AS Faisal said, this versatile sports building is indeed quite far from the highway
major. The road there is even only a narrow road and small, two cars that cross
it should be thin-thin to scrape if it does not want to fall into the river. Sometimes there are
uneven perforated road, give shock to the motor, make the butt
little nestapa. Hence, it was almost impossible for any police to stand guard or
patrolling to simply ticket increased meal money.
Not wearing a helmet is not a problem, I agree to repeat the words Faisal
The outer area of this building has an elongated parking area that has been
used dozens of motor parked neatly protected brick fence. Then, there are
gazebo at the end of the area may be intended as a place to relax
parking attendant.
Entering the building, there are two futsal rooms (which are also sometimes used
for basketball, volleyball, badminton, basically all kinds because of the name
multi-purpose sports hall), also six-storied seats such as garden chairs
located in the corridor between the two rooms. There is a shop that sells
a variety of ready-to-eat foods and drinks, but at a very expensive price. Two
locker room that has a toilet in the deeper part that is quite clean, clean,
although sometimes found particles of dust, cloth, dirt, I don't know what, no,
it was black, possibly brown, floating on the toilet floor and became
puddles clog drainage.
“Wah, I haven't been here in a long time. Not a class kayak, huh? That banner
the watch from 2015 is still installed? Kkkk,” my laughter insinuating the inside
the building as soon as we store the items on the multi-storey chairs.
“Quick change of clothes, Gib. We are late,” exclaimed Faisal with nimble
immediately took off his uniform and showed a change of clothes behind it.
Then, he tidied up his bag and helmet quickly, replacing his shoes with
sports shoes, practically enter the field and warm up.
Not only Faisal, his friends also moved quickly
spend time for free.
What time is it now? my astonishment at their hasty movements.
I looked over at his head and there, looking for where the clock was
wall resides. With a nil result despite having repeated many times, I
just get the phone out of the pants pocket. After opening the screen, it turns out
time shows five o'clock past ten minutes? It was late afternoon, yes.
Typically, roomy futsal is rented for an hour of play. With that time
awkward like this, we've wasted 10 minutes on the journey.
With the warm-up done is also about 10 minutes, productive time playing
it is only about 30-40 minutes. It's already too late. Just be fair
they're hustling.
Not wanting to be a burden to the detriment, I also immediately did
prepare and immediately enter the futsal room. Luckily, I used
the overlaid change of clothes is behind the school uniform. Although not
especially for exercise, at least this is more than enough.
“Kkkkk, what's wrong? The pink thing is funny like this? We're gonna play
futsal or houses? Like a girl,” my comment once entered into
fieldwork. Unfortunately, because people are still busy warming up, no
there is a reply to this joke of mine.
Well, instead of expecting an answer, anyway. Just dilute the mood
just.
And that way, I also took the initiative to bring a funny pink ball
this is to accompany my role model running around the field. Herding
the ball, while kicking small, I heated my body and legs slowly. Till
at the end of the day there is someone who finishes his warm-up first, he
directly call me with a cry and a raised hand, asking to
passing the ball to him.
“Gib, keep goal, yes!” pinta Faisal when the warm-up is over.
“Buset. It is heavy on my responsibility. If you miss, don't get me wrong
me, yeah. Kkkkkp. I haven't played in a long time, though. Same with your workout routine, though,
even weekends are still often practiced, huh?”
“Hah!? How do you know?” faisal astonished in a low tone while furrowing his brows. “Neg.
Let alone. You are just a complement, really. The burden is not heavy either.
Yasudah. Starting, yuk? Priiiit!” faisal's scream imitated the sound of the whistle
running to the middle of the field gives the code to start the match.
Futsal practically began, the game was finally implemented. Generally speaking,
everything went well. The ball is passed from one to the other, a distant pass
tossed ready to shoot a goal, but the enemy's defense is better than expected.
I don't know because of the pass that was cut, or because of the goalkeeper who
focus and not blink. Unlike me, who still has fear and
worry when there is a ball coming quickly towards the goal. As though
my private room was penetrated without permission, whereas I had to deal with it without permission
mature preparation.
I kept trying my hardest, holding the ball with my hands
open, with a position that is actually quite awkward as well. Apparently this is enough
it works, though it has to be paid for with bruises and soreness in both hands. At least, uh,
I'm doing my part well, right? ask me to myself. “Mantap.
Let's fight back!” exclaim one of the players behind one team directly
giving a deep pass to Faisal up front, trying to give a counter-resistance.
Knowing that I can be a little calm because the ball is in the area
enemy, I flicked my hand quickly, trying to shake off the taste
pain that spreads throughout the palm of the hand. Not hard, I just wipe the palm
hands over my thighs, hoping the pain can be evenly divided.
Unfortunately, there is no effective option.
Before I can solve this over-ill hand problem,
suddenly from the front already appeared another kick. I think, it feels like a ball
it comes in very slowly. Grow up slowly, approaching me with
constant movement. I looked at him slowly, confused as to what
coming up.
Before I could attempt to protect myself, my face was practically smashed by
the ball that just hit. Right in the middle, right on the way
face, maybe my nose is broken? Like a kick full of emotion and nature
personal.
My eyes were yellow and black, everything was dark, it could not
see anything around, except the pain and heat that's spreading in the
whole face. I fell down a little, but my feet first take care of the body
to try to be balanced and refuse to fall.
“Come, Gib! Just kicked in front of doang, right? Further more!”
I opened my eyes in half, it looks like the game is still going on. Goal
still not happening? Mercifully. “Kkk—shhhh. Come come!” answer me with laughter
small and ringing in pain, while throwing the ball far ahead.
There has not been one irritation and pain stimulation in the official palm
finished, there is again a pain in the face that may not heal in the
imminently. The thing is, this fielding kick to my face is worse than
palms. My head was spinning a little, something was piercing through my skull,
the throbbing head delivered pain, even I felt like blood
out drips smoothly.
I rubbed, touched the temples, tried to balance the body.
But, before everything became clear, there was a shout on the other side of the field
which sounded out loud, along with the sound of the impact of the iron fence.
“Goool!” his yell.
Not wanting to be left behind, I forced my eyes to open and look.
Apparently, Faisal was doing the celebration after successfully scoring a number.
The teammates applauded each other, trying to portray a sense of pleasure. Feel
being happy, I also walked to the middle of the room following Faisal, trying
to participate in the celebration together. “Udah, already. You don't have to come, Gib. Wicket
don't let it. Back there,” Faisal's orders.
“Eh? Yes, yes, too. Kkkkk,” reply I laugh back guarding
wicket.
The game is not over. Time to refocus even though there is still pain
on the face surface. Anyway, I'm sure over time this pain will
gradually healed. I could slowly see with clear eyes, I could
keeping the goal with the maximum, can again receive more pain in
the outer surface of the skin such as the results of lunge and kick the ball, or
pain in the inside like a cramped muscle, a nerve that is almost severed
wrong kick, or pain in the joints and bones.
It won't heal for at least a week!
STILL TRYING
get ready to get the ball again, suddenly a loud bell sounds
the deafening. It's not beautiful, it's not comfortable to hear. This
it was a sign that the lease was over, it was time for us to go home and pick up
foot.
Seriously? Is it over again?
Quickly too. This isn't the OSIS room, is it?I don't feel it.
I actually don't quite remember the final score that happened between the two
tim's. But, looking at Faisal who was clapping happily, continued
a small celebration with his team-mates, it's likely that we won
the game.
Trying to pay for the celebration that did not happen earlier, even with the fact that
the game was over and there was no reason for me to keep the goal, I was close
Faisal to participate in the celebration together. “Mantap, Sal! Lo width body
still frisky, yeah! I think it's fat. Kkkkk,” as I embrace
Faisal because the celebration of one team was over once I arrived.
“Hah? Whaan? Oh, yes it is!” timpal Faisal while getting rid of
embrace my hand on his shoulder. “Capek. Your hands are wet too. I want to
drink first.”
“And the building is spacious and well ventilated. But tired of making
stuffy, huh? Thirst also me,” I said while shaking a sweatshirt full of sweat and
sweat. I went straight to the bag to get some drinking water, unfortunately
I found nothing but emptiness. I never brought
anything, right? What was I expecting? Not even in the coffee shop with Remi
buy a single packaged drink.
“Gib, want to buy a drink? Nitip, dong! Here's the money,” excites someone when
I began to move away from the multi-storey chair, looking like I wanted to go towards
stalls are always cursed by people because selling anything is too expensive.
But, in the end everyone who rented the field had no choice to
keep buying at this shop.
I turned around, took the purple money, then went to follow
a corridor at the front of the building that is connected to the entrance of the building.
Then turn to the right, and arrive at the stall in front of the room
second futsal. Actually, in front of this stall there are still some plastic chairs
and a makeshift wooden table that's been rocking and weathered. But, because I got
rations to play in the first futsal room, closer to save
items on the level seats only.
“Buy the water two, bu!” I cried to the shopkeeper's mother with a shirt
and jeans. The buying and selling process happened, I got two
bottle of cold drink to unwind the tired, and the shopkeeper's mother get
two purple colored money as payment.
Without further ado—because it does not have my affairs— immediately back
to the level chair, give the drink bottle to the one who was just now, and
finally drink some water that tastes a little strange. There is no sweetness, no
give healing to all the pain my body is suffering from.
But, if the problem of dehydration, of course, this is the solution.
“Yeah, play futsal exciting, anyway. Tired, but cool too. Next time
ask dong if he plays again. Kkkkkk,” my exchange breaks the silence
“Hm? We don't know, yeah. Now there are less people. But
it may be conditioned. Just look at it later. Can't promise either,” sahut
Faisal.
“Kkkkk, relax relax. If there's anything, I'm ready to help, kok!”
“…”
“...mentary. I go to the toilet first,” I said when drinking water packing 600ml
it runs out in seconds.
“Do not long. We want to go home.”
“Kkkkk. Okay-okay. Just peed doang, kok,” said I immediately went to bring
the bag goes to the locker room which is in the deeper part of the building.
As I said before, this dressing room has two types
for each sex that is close to each other. One for women
and one for men. Choosing without any mistake, I immediately entered
the room is quite large with a wooden long chair in the middle of the room, lockers
which fills the whole wall, except for one part in the corner of the room
reserved for the door to the toilet.
Glancing left and right, I looked for where the lockers were still available.
After getting it, I immediately opened the locker, storing the goods
innate, closing, and lastly locking it. Back to the goal, I was direct
go towards the corner of the room, open the toilet door, still while carrying the key
lockers to ward off stealing opportunities for the wandering prankster.
“Fuuuh!” satisfied say. After storing all the dirt in the body, the,
it feels so good to throw everything away for free. Not forgetting, though,
after the fluid in the body is removed, I wash the sweat liquid as well
to get maximum freshness.
Feeling comfortable, I went straight out and sat quietly in the chair
long in the middle of the dressing room. Trying to rest, trying
to think of nothing but an attempt to cool off. I
staring at a beige ceiling full of stains, with long LED lights that are not
once turned off, there are small insects that revolve around it.
“Gib? Long very lu,” said a voice that suddenly appeared along with
head from behind the front door. “We're going home. Lo is still long?”
That's not Faisal. I forgot his name. In fact, often cross paths
if there's any OSIS business. Herr? Hendra's? Harris? We rarely exchange names
if you're talking, anyway.
my friend played futsal. “Oh, are you going home? Kkkkkp. It's not good, though,
nought. I think I still want to rest. Body pegel-pegel and pain all,”
sungkan reply.
“Yakin? How will you go home?”
“Most is. Kkkkkp. I'm not good enough to bother you. Hitherto
take, this is it. You guys go home first. No problem, really,” my connection
later then.
“Udah malem, loh?”
“Kkkkk. Gotapa. Relax aja.”
“....,” interlocutor did not reply. He stared at the pity, while I
still smiling awkwardly at what to do. “Bentar,”
he said later, ending the endless silence.
How else would you like? I think my feet are still hard to move,
but it felt quite prestige and condescension to say that I was helpless.
Actually, we can't be compared. They are accustomed to
playing futsal diligently, exercising and shaping the body, while I
play futsal if invited by them. I don't lie when I'm afraid
not delicious. They've been taking, they're all good, dropping off and
sometimes going home, already gives more than what is expected.
AFTER ENOUGH
long silence, rest and recuperate, even to rub the ointment
almost out of the P3K box in the locker room, I started to go for
following another friend who was going home.
Supposedly, the words ‘bitar’ said earlier explained something,
don't you?
But, why now the level seats between the two fields are empty
spring up? I thought you guys would still be waiting for me? Then why did he give
false hope?
“I was actually left by them?” tanyaku. I sit in
the multi-storey chair, staring at the stranger who was now filling the futsal room
converted to badminton. The sound of his voice was very
melodious, breaking the silence that was going on in my mind.
Now, I'm starting to think about a lot of things. Like the street lights
finally turning green, my thoughts flowed like a chain of vehicles
the emotions are waiting. Everything moves slowly, honking each other
others are impatient, moving with static, but over time even become
messed up. Suddenly the green light from the other direction lit up simultaneously, until it happened
crossroads of vehicles that make the road rowdy and chaotic mess.
I think too much, I can't focus on what
I actually have to think about it. The head becomes dizzy, pain is not bad, until
affects the performance of the brain, nerves, and even all organs of my body. Slowly but
surely, an attack began to appear. An attack I recognize, an attack
the panic that strangled her to death.
Respiratory tract is blocked and narrowed, oxygen exchange is even
it's hard to happen. “Wait. The atma? There's still Atma, right? Where's atma? We could
home together?” shakily awakened, instantly loosening the channel cavity
breathing.
I looked up, starting to feel a way out. Looking left-right,
looking for something missing. Glancing further up and down, all over
the room, like a prodigal son looking for his mother in the market. Unfortunately, I
can't change the fact that I'm still in the gym, with
signs of the Atma that are not everywhere.
I don't really want to give up, my mind even tries to resist
truth facts. It's just that, slowly the serpents of reality bind and
wrapped around my body. Starting from the foot, circle **********, small bite
my hand made her numb, continuing towards my body and chest, not forgetting to
spine and head. Until finally my mouth trembled, saliva
nor can it be enforced. Have they strangled me? My nose cannot
functioning normally. Breathless, panting in and out like
tired of exercising, my pupils moved not because it gave a blurry picture,
until the view turns black and dark.
By himself? I alone? Any where? Where's people? O-rang, people?
No? Calm. Is this a lot of people?
I'm fallin. Sitting hard, the trembling could not be stopped.
Trying to make the image back clear, start to see a variety of visitors who
using the sports hall, with the sound of the squealing of his shoes, with the
hit perfectly, sometimes laughter or babbling is unimportant.
… no!
I slapped myself, trying to recover. Hit again the part
my head, then my chest as well, tried to loosen the diaphragm. I held tight
both of my pants, but I'm not satisfied. Both of my thighs were tightly gripped, until
the nails begin to erode the skin and make it sore. “Akh! N-no! Bagai—? Wasn't it!
Them? There are! Be together! Together! All of? Ada!” my speech is unclear.
I hit my head again, hit my chest again, grip my thighs more
it hurts, until maybe fresh blood comes out because everything becomes a little
it chill? But I don't know anymore. My head is so dizzy, everything is spinning, everything is spinning,
there's nothing I can do but focus on breathing and
trying to survive.
Trying to do something more complex, I tried to grab my bag,
I don't know where it is. Should be around here?
What the hell's going on? What am I gonna do?
I don't know either. Maybe it's muscle memory? I'm not protesting either.
I unzipped the bag, I rogoh anything that was there besides books
write, then the void, then the empty pencil case, then the void again, until
finally something buried deep there, there is a shaped object
flattened tube, a breathing apparatus.
I inhaled steadily, slowly feeling a cold sensation on my nose and
my lungs (not my thighs or my head for organ reasons
cold has a different cause).
At least, I can breathe more calmly for a while.
“Now, what happened? Let's think carefully,” I said with
loud. Think carefully? Since when do I use my brain to think?
Kkkkk, my mind retaliates. “Already, stop talking, stop thinking.
This mouth of yours must indeed be sewn to be silent,” reply me loudly again.
But, my mind is like it does not want to lose. And then, dialogue with each other
the opposite reply between common sense and inner self begins to happen
in such an intense way.
Like women use all sewing events. Could anyway?
Promise not cry if pierced by the needle? Kkkkp. “Shut! Why is everything in question, anyway?
Nothing commented, nothing criticized.”
Kkk. why not? This is what keeps me alive, right? In order to
everything is funny, so that everyone can laugh, because it is all material
gag. Is my life a circus? “What circuit? Never mind. Nevermind! NEVER MIND, EVER,
STOP, STOP!” my screams loudly trying to get rid of the inner speech, until
it invites the attention of everyone. They even stopped their activities?
(Let's know, just my guess. I don't see clearly).
Trying to focus, I close my ears tightly, with
sick, full of anger and energy. Remember, remember, remember. Think
everybody!
To put it simply, I was indeed abandoned by Faisal and the others.
Yasudahlah, let it go. Kkkkk, they're so weak. Where the hell are they going
rush home? But, now the question is, how do I get home?
How did I get here? Faisal's piggyback, right? It means me
don't have a vehicle to get home? Calm. There are still online ojek or ojek
base. In fact, there's no city shuttles, right? Just chill.
“Ah, fucking destiny. Now you decide to rain? Thank you
many,” said I heard the rushing water that came down. Or maybe not too?
It seems like this rain has been heard since. Am I the one not focused? Or
perhaps this was also the reason why Faisal and the others decided to go home with
hustle up?
So, now how can I go home?
“Phone, phone, phone? Phone!” kataku. Right
aslo. Can I ask another friend for help? “Now, let's try contacting
who can I ask for help?”
“Halo?”
“Halo? Bo-”
“Halo? Can-”
“Halo? Can ask-”
“Halo? Please dong-”
“Halo? Rain, jem-”
“Halo?”
Kkkkkp. What the hell are people doing? Very busy doing the job
from the teacher, huh? Huhu, someone's a pet, huh. There's no one
lift it up altogether. Or are they conspiring with each other?
Well how, anyway?
Got a cell phone to use to play games doang, what? Turn contacted not
someone wants to help!
“Ukh,” I regret while hitting a concrete wall that practically makes
my fingers are bruising and hurting. Sick? I don't know. I can't feel it
any more. “No, don't be. Don't so. Don't so. I still am, I am not
can, I– them.. need, still, friend, te-need-ukh!” my er's stammering
leaning against the wall on the terrace of the building.
With a fist that does not stop hitting using taste
the remaining disappointment, suddenly the saliva choked again to be swallowed.
At the same time, the breath stopped circulating. I fell sprawled, fell,
clutching the chest with pain, trying with all his might to return
breathed.
Walking on all fours, I went towards the multi-storey chair to grab
my backpack, take back the breathing apparatus (which I don't know why I am
put it in the bag again). “Ssssuuuu–haaaah,” I said trying to catch my breath.
Slowly, breathing returned cold and normal, even recalling a voice
metal clangs in the bag.
I rogoh again my bag is like an information-blind thief, looking for anything
which seems to be a ray of hope for me. Apparently, hope
it was shining brightly, even though I was disappointed because it was too glare.
This twang comes from a keychain that is also covered in thread
crumpled, a little dust, and stuck to each other.
I held the key firmly, with pain, with watery eyes
and weep, also the mouth that tries to resist.
“Is there no other option?” I'm not asking anyone. I
trying to reflect, trying to think of a solution and other ways besides
use this key chain. “Hah!? Whahuh? Want what?” I was surprised so suddenly
feeling the presence of an aura that approaches and seems dangerous.
I looked over, finding someone who was tall and big
like a bear, full of sweat all over, just touched me and
practically gives the impression of creepy want to pounce. “Hiiii!” my screams
then she was scared like a little girl.
Trying to save my own life by asking for mercy, I
immediately fall down from the chair, trying to get away from the source
menaces.
Maybe because of the confusion of my unreasonable actions, he just
shrugging doesn't matter. The presence disappeared, he slowly
go awayl. “Fuh, thank God,” I said exhaling, even though my heart is not
normal beats back.
But, as soon as I started to stand up and straighten my body, palms
my right feels pain. It's a pretty excruciating pain, like being stabbed
mercilessly by the sharpness of an object. In fact, as soon as I open the palm
hand, back again I was feared by the presence of this keychain. I
hope never to open the palm of the hand and continue to be tormented forever if
here's the answer, I think comparing.
A keychain with two types of keys is the same, there are also
the hook is round, and a dull note is taped to the hook.
It's a record full of information that's very suffocating and suffocating,
the information I actually created as a sign and a memorial, to always
reminded me.
The note reads ‘home’ from the pen ink that has been
slightly faded, the paper is slightly yellowed and not laminated, even
there was damage and damage in some places. But at least it's still
decent, can be read clearly and easily.
“I... I, have no other choice, huh?”
\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~
Sometimes taste
loath it could be boomerang we're not, anyway?
There was ever
ngalamin too, right? Say no need not even though the heart wants to:”D
Welcome
again, guys!
The yeast is again
what an attack, huh?
His home is
the hell?
It's in
his house has a ghost!?
Btw …
See you next
time ;)
