The Ball Behind the Love of the Court

1. Meeting with the ball

The morning sun radiated a ray of her smile welcoming me with the same. Nowadays it is not easy to prepare yourself for the real life.

Behind the lives of children who gradually will leave and track the life that flounders with the word teenager but has taught me about the meaning of life forced into adulthood.

I have a lot of things to hide in this life, about caring, longing and whatever it is but there is one medicine that makes me smile again.

The ball was the first love I ever met in life. After my father's love left me. In the ball there are many things that make me smile, cry, laugh or even hiss upset staring at circumstances that do not go according to plan.

But in the grasp of the ball I realized what warmth is made in the sense of a true friend. It is true that the ball is an inanimate object, but when touched with the heart, the ball will meander around the vastness of green grass.

I think a life surrounded by balls feels happy and comfortable after the life in my house makes this stranger is not taken care of. Because of the cheer I wanted to get away from nowhere. Split into two separated by a vast ocean. While I still do not understand what the meaning of separation that makes the soul uncomfortable in the dark scope is embraced by the pain fence system.

How could? When people talk, it's easy to say what they think is great. But this is me rolling around in a circle of gray palaces.

God is good, even good. But why does God let father and mother go on different paths without a smile or even a warm embrace. There was only a fragment of the wound that had brought me to the world of hell. Even I miss the call of a father who screams warmth like the father of my other friends.

At that time, I was 7 years old which is said to be still in a period of growth and good times as small children in general. It has a beautiful name given to me by my mom and dad. Even my name is different from other names, there is no same name in the scope of the village. Keyla Adara, familiarly called by the name of key.

The name "key" echoed in a friendly embrace above the simple palace. Being proud of me with a sparkling sense of having a key name before the painful thing hugging a small family from the far side of the village.

Until finally the lightning struck the delusion of simplicity and made it irregularly broken. Want to be happy in the warmth even those who are hugged by the pain of injury. If you know, this little girl misses your affection as a hero in the future. But it's just a delusion that I lament without a definite reality.

Little Key once dreamed of building his mind on love. Dreaming of building a palace in the grasp of love without wounds. But the reality must be forced to embrace the fire and hold a knife that father and mother gave.

Though I do not know what path you face, so that the knife can stab me and even remove the traces of me who was like a child. Even the prejudiced thoughts of good or bad I don't know. I can only live a life with this.

Living alone with mom, starting at age 7. School, helping mothers scavenge the windfall of foraging until the evening. Even exploring the twilight that shaded over the hard streets peddling newspapers. That's how it went for 2 years.

Until finally, at that point the mother met a man who was able to attract her heart. In fact, often mothers struggle to replace a male partner who does not know where it came from.

Every day he forgets to comfort me while in disrepair. I also forgot to teach reading and writing again like I used to. He said I was a big boy so I had to study independently. Mom just gave me money to pay for school and feed me.

It's true that I don't work as hard as I used to but I think I'm worried about money that doesn't have a clear background. I felt compelled to accept it, even though I understood the money was not suitable for my early stomach.

Every day I go out day and night. Scavenging dark stories for years. Until I got used to this. Until I finally found a ball that taught me to grow up laughing, exploring a life I never wanted.

But no matter what life is, I have to walk willingly without excessive complaining. Because I think God is good and really good. Giving his servant a chance to contemplate the quiet and join pulled aside meaningless. Until the ball rolls over to an uneven life.

Right at this moment when I was 13, I became acquainted with the ball. The ball is an inanimate object that greets me until it digs into a strong determination. Teach about the journey and the story from now on, and it may last into the future.

That afternoon I went home on my way as usual. The sounds of cheers crowded like supporters bouncy In the air. Can't wait for this leg to run towards the field behind the school. There are so many viewers from children, even adults. No matter whether it was women or men, all of them became one in the roar of joy they watched.

I tried to get close and force myself into the crowd to know what was going on. "Oh, ball game" I thought after escaping into a crowded crowd and was already right next to the players who were competing.

Stunning foot games but only men who are in the middle of the room. My eyes are looking for a woman, apparently there is nothing competing in it like the August races between women and men are fused. But it's different, and only this time I'm seeing firsthand a real ball game.

The slick game choked my eyes to keep glaring at him. The transfer of the ball from foot to foot is so beautiful. But dear thousand dear because I do not know about the term ball, even for me this first time during life met the ball game. The ball bounces high because the kick from the foot of the player who collides skill in it forces out of the white line as a barrier.

*Blukk*On target.

"Aduhhhhhh" cried out who endured the pain from the impact of a ball that was quite hard. I was worried that my brain would be shifted next door because of this impact. After this hand touched the head, it turned out fine maybe only a little nerve cable was removed.

Ganas was our meeting, then my eyes were on the ball and immediately took it to return to the real owner in the middle of the field. Even I was not aware that my body had entered the crowded ball-spectator area with the rumbling of supporters.

Without much thought I went straight into the field to give the ball that had crashed loose towards my head.

I want to give the ball to the people in the middle. Suddenly there was a father-father who used a uniform but different from team a or team b. He looked at me with a sharp look, then I looked back at his eyes without fear of obstruction.

*priiit*the loud whistle that boomed even vibrated my eardrum close to him. His hand raised upwards while showing me a red card.

"Huh, why sir? I want to give the ball" asked me who did not understand what it meant.

"You're out of this field, because it's currently being held a match" A high voice with a tone of anger snapped in my still confused face.

Witnessed by the spectators who were present and cheering again and mocking because a woman came uninvited to arrive in the middle of the match field and at this time was really confused not knowing what to do. Though my intention is good to give the ball but instead laughed at with ridicule. Shamefully I went out of the field in a hurry.

*gubrak* tree branches lying around holding me until this body fell on the ground.

"Huhuhu, hahahaha" The cheers grew even more crowded like a campaign alone, making this face pomegranate red for holding his own embarrassment.

"Look, later you will support me as a footballer" Heart murmured vengeance at those who danced with laughter.

Although I do not understand what a ball is, but this determination will firmly grasp the ball as a pedestal of annoyance that I want to reply to those who mock with a contemptuous look. Out of the many people cheering on me, there was only one hand outstretched right in front of the face.

Without a second thought I grabbed it and grabbed it and rose from my fall with the ground. "Wake up" he said softly, dissolving this heart. I immediately got up and looked at him for a moment then hurried away from the place.

Since then I tried to find my own money to buy a ball. because it is impossible to raise money on mother. I went back to selling newspapers at crossroads, peddling from car to car when the red light came on.

Even if I sell newspapers, I won't know. Because he'll be home at night. The days go by I scavenge money from the labors and the sweat that falls. Receipts for pennies collected and happy to feel because immediately buy the ball.

When it was raining, I was shattering at the roadside bus stop. The body shivered in the cold because only shirts and trousers were attached to my body. There is no protective raincoat or jacket that saves from the cold. Over time the cold seeped into my thin skin, but I was at a loss what to do.

If I come out, the newspaper will get wet. But if I don't go out to eat I have to endure the cold from the rain. So I decided to take the second step. Stay at the stop waiting for the rain to stop.

Tiny body wriggling tired on the iron pole at the stop. Leaning his head for a moment between the murky walls with various kinds of writing, hoping to eliminate the thick thoughts that were hugged so deeply.

Slowly drowsiness approached with the arrival of a strand of rain that is getting heavier. Small hands still hold the newspaper tightly so as not to be exposed to the splash of rain that makes it wet. If the newspaper gets wet then I can't sell it anymore and have to compensate.

"Son, if you want to succeed later, strong determination and effort must be included. It doesn't take the stuff you need to come, but the first step is between mental and physical. Be a filial son and don't forget to ask God because everything you want will come true thanks to the intervention of the Creator"

The sound was shocking from the sound I felt between the cold rain. Turns out I've been asleep long enough at this stop. My eyes were wide open, but there was no one to take shelter there. The words seemed real, but no man approached either side or anywhere because the rain was still heavy.

Is that really a dream? I thought I was wondering but it was hard to answer. The voice was like the voice of an elderly grandfather who sat beside and gave advice to his granddaughter. It's real talking in the ear. But the truth is I'm alone at this stop. Uh!never mind, maybe it's just a dream when you sleep with many unsolved thoughts.

But, after I thought, the words of grandfather were related to my struggle to buy a ball by selling newspapers. Grandfather said it doesn't need the items needed, whereas right now I really need the ball. The grandfather also said that I should be prepared physically and mentally strong. So what can you do without the ball?

*duarrrr*a flash of lightning struck me while waking me up from the daydream. I am now completely alone and confused what I want to do. let alone riki my friend is not currently selling. It feels lonely no friends.

want to go home but can not, if not go home it will withstand the cold until the rain subsides. Suddenly I thought I was floating in the light of the saying that we should surrender to the Creator because everything is in God's will.

"Oh Allah, let this rain subside so that I can go home and this paper is not wet because tomorrow I have to resell it for a reward" The moaning told the Creator of nature. Hope to be heard and returned according to request. Because God is good and very good.

One by one my tears dripped, coming down my cheeks. It was sad to be unable to go home. All I have in mind is fear if until the rainy night does not subside then I will know if I peddle the newspaper again. Mom will be angry and I don't want you to be angry and make a bad boy. But right now my body can't wiggle anymore.

The dusk sank further accompanied by a raindrop that became smaller making it drizzle. The smile on my cheek was painted again because it saw the rain getting smaller. Hope comes back to come home soon.

~ CONNECTIVE ~