The Era Of Footballer
Chapter 12 - Fergie's Dream
The school sign bell rings. Rigla and the other students packed her things.
How can I be so moved .. Inner Elina who is still shadowed with the words 'my prince'. Elina packed her things with a slight tremble, red-faced.
Elina took a deep breath, increasing her confidence. Elina, PD! PDR ... Let's PD-lah! inner Elina who then slowly glanced towards the direction where Rigla was sitting.
Already ... leaving? inner Elina. Yeah, of course ... There's something important to him, isn't there? then she continued, smiling.
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Rigla walked in a hurry. In front of the school gate, there was Diego waiting for him.
"Rigla! I ordered Gocar!" call Diego while waving his hand.
Just as Rigla was approaching Diego, the car they were about to drive came. The two immediately boarded the car and left school to go to the hospital, where Fergie was treated.
Before they headed to the hospital, they had stopped by a fruit store to buy fruit hands.
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The car stopped in front of the hospital lobby, both got down, thanked the driver, and rushed straight to the hospital receptionist.
After getting the room where Fergie was treated, the two immediately rushed over. Fergie's room is on the 8th floor of the hospital, a floor containing only one person per room with more than enough facilities for just hospitalization.
The two arrived at Fergie's doorstep. Both gulped, they did not know what kind of attitude they had to face when facing either Fergie's parents or guardians.
"Rigla .. are you ready?" ask Diego who's been holding the doorknob. Rigla nodded.
Diego opens the door and sees an aged woman sitting near Fergie reading a book. The woman's seat turned her back to Diego and Rigla.
"Excuse me," said Diego kindly.
The woman raised her head, and looked slowly at Diego and Rigla.
"Ah, you must be Fergie's friend. Come on, "please welcome the lady.
The room has a kind of small living room right after entering the room. On the right is a shoe rack and on the left is a bathroom door.
Diego and Rigla sit on the couch, and the woman closes the book and puts it on a small table near where Fergie is lying.
The woman poured a teapot containing hot water on the glass that was already on the tray. Dipping the tea bag and adding a spoonful of sugar.
The woman took the tray and served it to Rigla and Diego. After that, the woman sat on a single sofa.
The mood was silent for a moment. Diego tries to melt the atmosphere by giving the hand he and Rigla had bought before.
"Tante, maybe not much, but hopefully .." said Diego who was out of words because he was too nervous.
The woman smiled kindly as she accepted the hand of Rigla and Diego. "Thank you, son."
The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Diego and Rigla fall into silence fearing a misstep. For them, they are the cause of Fergie's condition, which is now lying on a hospital bed.
The woman smiled at the attitude of Rigla and Diego who seemed nervous not to dare to speak. "Fergie, he's a kid who really likes football. His favorite began when he accidentally saw on one of the TV shows, about a match between two big English league clubs. From that moment on, he really fell in love with football.
"He was an unyielding child. Every day, he always practiced tilling the round skin. But what power, his weak physique makes him have to bury deep in his dreams. Even so, he did not give up. He continues to study football, and aspires to be a great football club manager! A reliable manager, a manager who can concoct invincible strategies.
"He always told me about you two. About how you can stay strong, even if one school corners you. He always told the two of you with eyes that gave off a starlight. If he were now conscious, he would be right now in front of you, stretching out his hands with a very serious, but cute face.
"Then he would say, 'Ma, don't blame them! I'm the one who decided to help them!' well ... would definitely be, hahaha."
The woman took a slow breath, the laughter on her face turned into a gentle smile.
"Therefore, do not blame yourself. Be good friends with him. Because an opportunity like this .. is an opportunity that he has been looking for all this time. A chance more precious than even gold."
Rigla and Diego face the floor. Rigla's two hands that had fused since the beginning of the sit trembled. Same with Diego whose eyes are glazed.
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The sun will set. Rigla and Diego are out of the hospital. Both of them had seen what Fergie's condition was like.
Dak! Diego hit the hospital fence wall.
"I haven't even heard an apology from those bastards!" diego expressed his annoyance with Michel's irresponsibility and his plot.
Rigla just silently stared at the sun that was about to set. A few moments after the atmosphere of silence was created ...
"Yet, there's still a shortage of members" Diego replied.
"A deadline for the club to be officially formed until when?" ask Rigla.
"Two weeks away" replied Diego who had stood firm.
Both of them were silent for a moment.
"Means we'll go home at sunset from now on .." said Rigla, closing her eyes and sighing.
Diego doesn't understand Rigla's intentions. Diego asks about Rigla's intentions, but Rigla always dodges. Even as the two walked home, Diego still kept asking about Rigla's intentions.
This kid ... is only football in his brain ...? rigla's inner self begins to be irritated by Diego's endless questioning.
The two enter a minimarket, pay, then exit the minimarket and Diego is still constantly asking about the meaning of Rigla's words.
"Hah .. okay. I mean starting tomorrow, we'll work hard to find new members. Satisfied?" rigla answered by opening the bottle she just bought.
"Ohh! Ahahaha! Why don't you just tell me, you shy cat!" diego said with a laugh patting Rigla on the back while drinking.
Rigla who was sprained, immediately looked at Diego with a look of wanting to kill. Diego turned his face and entered the minimarket saying, "O-oh! I-I forgot to buy something!" then whistle away.
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The next day, as usual Rigla walks towards the school. Now, the 'humiliating' gaze he had always gotten had disappeared. But that look doesn't just disappear. The gaze turned into a diversion of face due to fear.
Any student who meets or meets with him will immediately take a detour. If anyone passes, they will cover their face either with both hands or other items.
"Aahaha! Rigla, it looks like your position has changed" said Mr. Yudha laughing at the terrified students looking at Rigla.
"Yes, sir .." replied Rigla who sighed.
Rigla walks through the school corridor like a king walking on a red carpet. No one dared to touch the red carpet.
"Oi, Rigla! Said this kid wants to join our club!" said Diego, who is the only one who dared to walk on the red carpet of the king.
Diego pulled the child by holding both sides of the child's shoulders.
Rigla looked at the boy who was terrified of Diego, especially at him.
"Diego, are you sure he wants to join?" ask Rigla suspiciously.
"Yes, yeah! I was handing out a call-to-join flyer to our club, and this kid took it straight away!" diego answered excitedly.
"Is that true?" ask Rigla.
The child shakes his head.
"Then why did you take the leaflet?" ask Rigla.
"The flyer just flew into my face! Then what should I do?! Letting my eyes close and hit the wall?!" answer the protest of the child despite the fear.
Rigla sighed for a moment then clicked Diego's head. "You can go" Rigla told the boy.
"But Rigla! I've been working hard getting-!" said Diego who did not accept that the child did not join his club.
"Don't playing football have to be heart-based? How could the child play football if he had to? Aren't you ashamed of your football identity?!" rigla holds both of Diego's shoulders and looks Diego in the eye.
Diego puffed his chest. It was as if dozens of nukes were exploding within his body. His eyes turned into a burning fire.
"You .. You're right! I have been wrong in taking this recruitment path! I'm .. I'll try harder, Rigla!" diego said with great excitement.
Rigla nodded and released Diego. Diego immediately ran while shouting, "OIII! IF YOU LIKE FOOTBALL, CALL ME!" all the way to the corridor around the school. Even a teacher yelled at Diego not to scream and run inside the school hallway.
Shame .. what I just said, it's embarrassing .... But there is no other way, just this type of word that is effective against the man the head of the ball, the inner Rigla who restrains the shame and then walks towards his class.
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