Grabbing His Love
Chapters. 61

"Ang Muller!!" Faqih shouted after talking to his father, Mr. Hasan Ishaaq.

Muller who was thinking about something that did not edge it turned his head when he heard the voice of someone who was very familiar with it.

"Why even running around, you're walking around enough usually Deck!" Muller to his adopted brother.

Faqih immediately stopped his running pace, then smiled grimly overcame his brother's grimace.

"Hehehe Sorry Brother," said Faqih the eldest son of Pak Hasan and Bu Siti Aminah.

Muller patted the boards slowly toward the empty halls on his left, "Here sits beside him Brother!" Muller's orders.

Faqih obediently fulfilled his brother's request and then sat with his brother on the bamboo halls.

"What happened to you, why should you scream like Tarzan in the woods?" Asked Muller who was staring intensely at his sister.

"Begini Abang, our school won and successfully represented the district and one more week we will leave for the capital city of Jakarta," he explained Faqih at length.

Muller smiled happily at the news and information. What Muller expected and predicted came true.

"Continue?" Asked Muller whose eyes were still far away looking at and observing the increasingly choppy ocean that afternoon.

"I want you to come with us to Jakarta as a special coach for me, do you mind?" Faqih fully hopes his brother so that Muller can accompany him in the junior football championship under 17.

"Go to Jakarta!" Lady Mueller.

"Yes Brother, because thanks to his help Abang has been sincere and diligent in teaching us so that our school becomes a champion at the district level and I am the only one elected to represent the district to participate in the U-17 national team plate in Jakarta Abang," Faqih added, who was very happy and enthusiastic about expressing it while hugging the body of his only brother.

What they both did was seen directly by Mr. Hasan Ishaaq with his wife Bu Siti Aminah. They are both very grateful and happy because thanks to the presence of Muller in the midst of their families so that the economy and living conditions of his family drastically changed.

Even the local village was very proud and grateful to Muller who always gave them input and various forms of expertise he had to be taught to the community and the village youth voluntarily without expecting whatever reward it is.

Even Muller provides foreign language special training to school children who want to be taught various languages. It seems to be English, German, South Korean.

"I am very happy my husband because Muller is very meritorious in our lives, maybe without his presence here what is the meaning of our lives," he said Bu Siti Aminah.

"That's what you say, Muller is very good and meritorious with the progress of our village which for several years always lagging behind in any case, but thanks to his help, our village has been respected and taken into account by the provincial government." His name was Hasan Ishaaq.

Muller hugged Faqih back and suddenly flashed in the shadow on his head there was a woman who was being rammed by a big motorbike by a man. The face of the woman was quite vague but the face of the man riding the motorcycle was very clearly visible in his mind and mind.

"That's me, why can I ride a racing bike like that while in the village no one has it?" A thousand question mark language approached his mind so he slightly complained dizzy when trying to recall the shadow of the woman wearing the pink hijab.

Muller was a little surprised to hear the words from Faqih's mouth," ehh what?"

Faqih did not at all suspect what happened to Muller, "Did you agree to come with me to Jakarta? Because you can't possibly go as your only choice, brother" Faqih said with a big smile showing a row of clean white teeth.

"Should I have just left, maybe there I could have a clue from my lost memory" Muller said.

While Faqih was anxiously waiting for an answer from Muller. The look in his eyes Faqih implied a great desire.

"Alright, we will go to Jakarta and prepare yourself as well as possible because there are many rivals and certainly very great," said Muller, patting Faqih repeatedly on the shoulder.

"Thankful Thank God.yes! I'm going to Jakarta, Jakarta wait for me!!" Faqih's screams were standing facing the sea.

Muller smiled seeing his attitude and reaction Faqih.

"You deserve it Deck, you do have a natural talent," Mueller murmured while carrying some fish baskets that he had dried under the heat of direct sunlight.

Every day Muller always went to the sea to help Mr. Hasan catch fish. This month Mr. Hasan has bought two more new ships.

People who work with him are also increasing so that gradually his business is getting bigger, prosperous, successful and blessed and has been taken into account by the local government and the people in his village.

Every day Faqih if he does not have activities he will practice football under Muller training. Persistent and unyielding, Faqih never ceases to train because he does not disappoint his parents, school, village, and also the coach in particular.

Sunday coincided with the day of Muller and Faqih's departure to the capital. They boarded one of Mr. Hasan's ships to cross the island to the provincial city. There we will just go to Jakarta. But, must transit first at the international airport Sultan Hasanuddin Makassar just continue the trip to Jakarta.

"Faqih forgive Mr. Nak, you can not take you to Jakarta just to get here," said Mr. Hasan Ishaaq while hugging the body of his son.

Faqih shed her tears because during this lifetime it was the first time she had separated and would stay far away the next few months from her family and both her parents.

"It's okay for you, Faqih is very grateful, happy and proud of you for bringing Faqih to the city is already quite extraordinary for Faqih" Faqih said.

Her tears Lady Aminah and her sister Faizah were unstoppable. They are sad to have to part with one of their family members. To the extent that Bu Siti seemed unable to say a word to release the departure of her first son.

The couple's two balls were also agitated and frightened because Muller was with Faqih. They were anxious and afraid that his departure this time was for good because most likely their guess was that Muller was from the big capital.

The farewell was full of tears, some of his schoolmates and also some teachers and principals and village heads were also present to help usher in their departure.

They are sad but at the same time proud because the only son of the village and also the district represents his area which was chosen as a player u-18. One word to Faqih Muhammad Iqbal Ishaaq we are proud of you. Pursue your ideals as high as the sky to be able to show the world if Indonesia can compete in the international arena.