TOWARDS THE END OF THE ROAD

Prepare to Watch a Ball Game

Hola, the author forgot about their education and never went to school. This is because it is too fun with the storyline. So sorry once again. Okay, happy reading.

Evening arrived. It's time for mom to go back. We all drove mom to Soekarno Hatta airport. The time is 15:30.

"Eh kal, what time is Persib playing?"

My toot.

"That's 18:15."

Legally. Mom arrived to come closer.

"Son, take good care of yourself. Ndah, kal, joe, take care of your sister."

Mother's message.

"OK ready."

Our word in unison. Again, she gave her thumb while smiling. We walked to the passenger lounge. And until it finally arrived.

"Rif, ndah, joe, kal, great mom. Assalamualaikum."

Pamit mom's back. I was about to cry but Beautiful's sister grabbed me from behind, and Haikal patted my shoulder, and Joe patted my left shoulder.

"Patient deck, I'm gonna make us some money"

"Sing patience yo."

"Patience, bro."

The words were kept by my two best friends. Raka mah ngan cicing weeeh. After the plane, we went home. We weren't actually sitting on the passenger's seat in the waiting room, but we were sitting outside the waiting room building. Dad's still busy in his random hole. It's a little bit of a downtake. Fortunately, there is Haikal.

"Udah ah, yuk otw stadium."

Haikal.

"Eh ntar first, samper first Fida."

My solute. We also went home using an angkot. Quite far away, from Soekkarno Hatta to my house.

"Woy, what date is it?"

My toot.

"Yes yes, now tangal 7. Get the game out tomorrow,"

Sahut Haikal who remembers Persib's schedule.

Arriving home, we immediately rested and I received a message from my father.

Dad: "Rif, sorry dad, today I'm not going home. Because the boss asked dad to overtime until 1 until half-duaan. Afraid of slums and afraid of thugs yesterday come again the rest."

Arif: "Oh, yes or no. Look out ati ati if you want to leave the office. Arif insya Allah Arif safe same brother Indah and friend friend here."

Dad: "Oh that, yeah. Tell the temen you temen you temenin you there."

Arif: "Okay, well done."

"Okay guys, we're leaving yeah."

Lead the Beautiful Brother.

"Okee's."

Our law is in unison. We drove to school. When we got to school, we parked our bikes and walked to class.

"Assalamualaikum son of anak."

Greetings to the buguru who entered the class.

"Buuu's side. The waalaikumsalam."

Child's lawful.

"We have new students coming. Joe, please introduce yourself."

Joe came in and stood in front of the board. I heard the whisper of the next door neighbor who said Joe is ugly, itemm lah, fat lah, ugly but sweet, macem macem. Joe heard it.

"Have I negosipin?"

Suddenly the child was silent.

"good. Since you guys are such a bad response, I'll just let you know a little. My name is Joe, my origin is from Surabaya, I am 15 years old, from the early school from SMP negri 10 Surabaya."

Joe explained with a Javanese accent that is so medok. Everyone applauded. Someone asked:

"Wiiih, kowe Bonek yo?"

Wiih, you're a Bonek? Ask one of the students named Suro.

"Come on, I'm a bonek."

Joe is still ahead.

"To the children, the introductory session is over, Joe, please sit next to Arif ya."

Buguru said again. Joe walked over and sat down next to me. Today's lesson is just math and Ipa. After that we were allowed to go home.

The time to go home also arrived. Me and my gang have gathered at the school park. I used to call my gang the club's blue sweep. It's a village, but it's a simple name I think.

"What time does the boss leave?"

I asked the driver, Haikal.

"Jam 16:30 aja. Let's get a little haunted by it,"

Legally.

"okay, boss. Ready. Hayu atuh ah, urang jajan heula."

Take me. Obviously everyone agreed and started following me where I was going. I took a bicycle to the famous cendol artisan delicious around my school district. Cendol mang kankin we call it. After the Cendol snack, we drove to each house to change clothes. When I'm done, I cover my nine friends. After everything was collected, we drove away from the complex. With Raka's sister leading him in front. I see, there are already many supporters who cheer singing yel yel yel our favorite team of fellow supporters. Kak Raka turned towards the bicycle parking lot. After that, we walked in to buy tickets. Fortunately there are many. About 20,000 more. After that, we went in and separated. The chick chick, the guy guy. I joined my team's supporters. I was cheering yel yel yel pride of my team. We're here, always with you. Unyielding you are my pride. Tiredless, and unyielding, here, we are slalu, with you.

Seriate.