The Art Of Badminton

Dream of a teenager !

Today is Sunday and the best Sunday of my life. The first time since knowing Badminton, and falling in love with him, never once saw a world-class Badminton match at the Stadium. Today Grandpa, my call to Grandpa, invites me to see firsthand the Indonesia Open final at the Stadium.

I woke up earlier today. I was afraid Grandpa suddenly forgot and instead went fishing with his friends. My bag is already full of various attributes for the stadium later on, and of course the jersey I was wearing was clearly a jersey that read A. S. Ginting which is my favorite single player besides Taufik Hidayat who actually only knows the story of Grandpa and the video circulating on youtube.

According to Grandpa Taufik Hidayat is a true legend, and we do not yet have someone like him. Surprisingly, although I did not feel the golden era of the legend at all, but every time Grandpa told me, I always felt a burning spirit and atmosphere in this chest. I've always been swept away by all the Grandpa stories about Badminton legends. Even Mommy and Daddy don't want to miss when Grandpa has started telling stories. For me Grandpa is a very great figure, he is always warm to everyone and he is never angry except towards someone who is lazy.

"Richang!" a loud shrill voice boomed all the way to my room. The sound of footsteps suddenly approaching and the door of the room opened instantly like it was being pushed with the power of anger that had just come out of its cage. "S-U-D-A-HHH Kuubilanggg Jagangan Ever dared to enter my room ! "

I grinned in front of my sister. Last night while my sister was staying at her friend's house, I went into her room and picked up a colored pencil and cardboard paper to make a poster that I was going to bring to the Stadium. Actually not only that, I always fad to read the love letters that my brother got from the men who worship him. That said, my brother at the School behaved like a graceful princess, and always maintained an attitude of never getting angry let alone snorting and screaming like this. My sister is arguably one of the most famous women in her school.

I feel like Brother knows I've read the letters neatly stored in his bottom desk drawer. " Sorry Brother, last night I was just a colored pencil minjem and also took a piece of cardboard paper that was on the table!" I pretended to be innocent and knew nothing.

My sister snorted, her eyes swirling around every corner of my room. His forehead shriveled and his lips grinned as if smelling a lie from me. "You sure Reyhan sayanggg ! You sure you didn't see anything but pick up a pencil and paperboard ?!"

his face approached, his eyes darting like a Dementor trying to smell the scent of fear in me.

"Yeah.of course I'm sure! " i said while swallowing. "P-aaa..Brother feels lost all-you-tu ? " tanyaku. His nose again snorted and suddenly felt nervous.

"Aa-aa-aa.it's fine if you don't do anything but pick up the pencil and the Carton. Next time don't try to enter Brother's room without Brother's permission !" He said in a high tone while instantly closing the door with a loud slam.

"Huhhhh...!" I heaved a sigh of relief as if freed from the ferocious beast that was ready to pounce.

although his attitude was fierce and cold, My brother was originally a loving person, when my sister and I were left in the Grandpa House first, he often looked after and defended me when I was bullied by childhood friends first.

Back when we were kids, my brother and I were left in Grandpa House. Mommy is sick and has to go back and forth to the Hospital. Daddy was worried about not being able to take care of us and even abandoned us. We had to be left in the Grandpa House for a long time. Only after Mommy was declared cured did we return to this House. At that time my feelings were mixed, between happy and also sad. On the one hand I'm happy to regroup mommy and Daddy, but I'm also very sad to leave Grandpa and Grandma. I remember when I came back to this house, I cried all night and didn't want to stop. Neighbors near the House came to the House to see what was happening. They asked Daddy to call Ustadz, saying maybe I was followed by the subtle-bodies in the Grandpa House. I was given prayer water and it was washed to my face. But what happened was that I was crying harder. He said the creature that followed me was very strong and I had to be taken directly to a special place to pray. As I was about to be carried away in a row and cry in fear, suddenly Grandpa appeared in front of the door. I jumped off Daddy's lap and ran off Grandpa's lap immediately. I was crying in front of him sobbing. It didn't take long, I ended up sleeping on Grandpa's lap before he even stepped foot from the front door of our House.

A feeling that cannot be expressed in words.

"Reyhaannn !" A loud shout from below resuscitated me from the daydream. That's Grandpa's voice. Yes, it has been three years since Grandma died, Grandpa was forced to live in this House. At first he refused on the pretext of leaving the house and also the memories with Grandma, but finally I managed to persuade him even with great difficulty.

I slightly ran towards the bottom floor.in the middle of the stairs the fragrance of Mommy's cooking was already smelling fragrant. I rushed to the dining room impatiently to devour Mommy's cooking and was of course ready to head to Jakarta to see the Badminton Final live.

I've been sitting in the front seat of an old car with a Grandpa. Mommy gave me provisions for me and Grandpa. Daddy was coming, but suddenly his friends from the office called and there was a get-together. I'm pretty disappointed Daddy can't come, but this is the first time I've seen a world-class match, I can't get lost in grief.

During a trip from Bandung - Jakarta, Grandpa raved nonstop. He continued to talk about the legends of badminton ranging from Icuk Sugiarto, Susi Susanti, Rexy/Riki, and of course Taufik Hidayat. I'm not bored at all. I was even very enthusiastic and very impatient, because according to Grandpa watching directly in front of the player was the same as ten times more exciting and thrilling than watching the game on television. Moreover, this is the Final round. I'm really impatient.

I'm really speechless. The stadium in front of me is amazingly big and magnificent. Before I even entered, I felt an amazing atmosphere. For the first time I felt something like this. It's really weird really. Suddenly I felt something rumbling in my chest, suddenly these eyes were glazed over by themselves. I don't know what kind of feeling this is ! the feeling that was difficult to recognize and felt new and unfamiliar just when parting with Grandpa used to be "an unexplainable but beautiful feeling".

"Rey ! What do you feel ?" I was stunned to hear Grandpa question. You know ! Grandpa used to dream of being able to play in a place like this. But, fate did not choose the Grandpa. It's time for you Rey ! This is for kamuuu !" Grandpa looked at me tearfully. I knew in the past Grandpa almost escaped to Platnas, but with what reason Grandpa in the end did not escape and even chose to stop from Badminton. Grandpa himself chose not to tell me why, and I respect that. Not once did I ask why Grandpa stopped playing Badminton back then.

I hugged him tightly. I don't feel my tears falling. I buried my face in Grandpa's chest while occasionally wiping away these tears that came out continuously without stopping.

" I'll be champaa..!"

"I'll be number one in the world..."

My voice trembled while looking at Grandpa.

" I promise I'll chase after all that Grandpa ! I'm janaji !"

"Grandpa believes it ! Grandpa will wait for the moment to arrive Rey...!"

I smiled as I wiped back these unending tears.

Grandpa and I are in line to get inside the stadium. The remaining Daddy tickets can still be sold. There are a lot of spectators who don't get tickets. I was worried that Grandpa might be considered a scalper, but luckily Grandpa was able to take control of the situation and look very tidy. Really like an expert.

I sat in row F of the third seat, while Grandpa sat in the second seat. On the edge right next to me that was supposed to be occupied by Daddy, it was filled by someone I knew earlier, someone who bought a ticket from Grandpa. Every now and then Grandpa and the person met a look and greeted each other.

The atmosphere is so crowded. The roar of those who sing yel-yel is so blaring. It's a really incredible atmosphere. I saw that Grandpa's side chair was still empty I leaned over to store the bag in the empty seat. Suddenly someone came and sat in the chair. I apologized for thinking the chair was empty. I turned my eyes to that guy. It turned out that she was a woman and at the same time, she was directing her eyes at me. I bowed back in embarrassment, but again there was a strange, strange little feeling coming at me.

The first party will begin soon. Both mixed doubles players between China VS Japan have entered the field. The audience rumbled and remained enthusiastic even though this party Indonesia did not pass its representative. I know these two couples are the strongest. Zheng Siwei is a handsome young player who is very idolized by women is indeed very great and talented. It was not wrong for him and his partner Huang Yaqiong to be the current one-World rank holder. I don't know what titles they've got during the pairing. For sure the pair from China is really consistent because it has entered the Final five times in a row in five tournaments. It's crazy !

From this Japanese pair is no less great. One of the players is someone I admire a lot. Yuta Watanabe's young player was even younger than Zheng Siwei, perhaps his current age was twenty-two, he and his partner Arisa Higasino were ranked fourth in the current World rankings. But that doesn't mean they can be underestimated. They both appear very consistent. This is the fourth time they have reached the final this year. They also defeated the Chinese pair in the final.

It will be a tough fight!

"Rey ! what say?"

I accepted and didn't really listen to Grandpa's question.

" What do I think Grandpa is...!?"

Grandpa looked at me while frowning his forehead. "Of course this match foolhh boy ! " I pout hearing his words. Behind her affection for me sometimes I feel embarrassed because Grandpa often speaks softly and brightly like just now.

Uncompleted with this embarrassment, I heard a small laughing voice right beside Grandpa. Yes the woman covered her mouth with her hands trying to cover the tracks. I looked at her a little annoyed, but I found her smiling sweetly at me and really did not know how, should I return her smile or frown or just put on a flat face as if nothing had happened. What a strange and awkward feeling.

I tried to calm down and focus on Grandpa's question earlier.

" I think this match will be Rubber Grandpa ! "

"Oh, yaaa ! Please explain "

"Two of these pairs both have great play makers. Arisa's ability in front and also Yaqiong in front is very much a draw. They're both genius playmakers. And as a thumper I think Yuta might be superior. He's very tenacious and strong, even his speed is above average as is our Son Kevin Sanjaya's Double."

"That means that you think Siwei is capable under Yuta and all this time their victory is more to Yaqiong as a player maker !" Grandpa spoke while frowning.

"It's not like that Grandpa max ! Yuta and Siwei are both amazing, but somehow when viewed individually, Yuta might be a little superior."

"So the Japanese pair will win today Rey? you think?"

" I think so !"

"I don't think so ! "

A foreign voice suddenly appeared between the conversation between me and Grandpa. I looked around and I was sure the woman was talking. He was still the same as before 'smiling'.

Without realizing it, the heart suddenly beats faster than usual. Not because tired after exercise or pounding because you are watching a game. It's different, it's completely different. I don't know what this is, and his race has never felt anything like this. It's foreign, tapii.I'm really curious !