President Council in Love (English Translation)

17

Co-translator : Akasha-Cataleya

   Chapter 17

Knock, Knock

“Sueh! Open the door"

I got up from the bed and took a deep breath, to prepared my heart, but my body was still trembling and my legs did not move like I wanted. I clenched my fists, my short nails trying to dig into my flesh to awaken my senses.

clack bang

“Sueh get up and talk to me right now” a voice shouted from behind as I slowly approached.

Turning around, I saw a large figure of the person who raised me since childhood, my father was standing there, trembling as well but in a different way like me. I trembled from fear, but my father trembled from anger.

“Why don't you go to the game?” My father came in and yanked me to his feet and shouted a question in my face.

“I'm sorry dad ..." I stood still and spoke.

“I asked why you didn't go play!! ”

I was confused when my father threw the keychain. I stood there and wrapped around my shoulders with my eyes closed. My Father was angry, very angry! When I opened my eyes, I saw that the soccer ball lamp had broken into pieces.

“Just now, Uncle Chum called me and said that you didn't go to the field and to call you won't work."

I try not to look away from the person in front of me

“What do you mean when you look at me like this, Sueh?” my father asked angrily.

“Father" I spoke in a firm tone, although I was slightly trembling, before holding my breath to speak the next sentence: “I want to learn painting.”

The whole room was so silent that a squealing sound could be heard. My father stood in front of me. I couldn't read his eyes.

“What?” asked my father.

“I'm sorry, I don't want to be a footballer."

“Sueh!” A loud shout caused me to shut up immediately.

"Why did you say you had fun? Why did you say you like to play football and you're happy. Why are you saying this all?” my father shouted and his eyes filled with incomprehension.

How long it was already that my father start to not understand me. We are two people, father and son all along. The activity that connect us is football, I never thought it would turn out like this. My father made me practice from a young age, although I still didn't understand it, I practiced like my father taught me.

Every time my pace improves or I can score a goal and grab the team made my father happy. And I also wanted my father to be happy. Just like that! When my father began to hope, I discovered that I just loved my father very much and I didn't want to upset him. When I got older, football was no longer just a joke, at the age of 12, I've been eliminated in the selection of the national football team to compete with Japan, admit that at that time, I was still young and not smart enough. During the performance test, I was very stressed. I've never played football and felt that pressure before, it's all bad.

 That was the first time I disappointed my father. Then I practiced hard, but the more I devoted myself to football, the more my love for him began to decline. I always put my stress out in painting. It makes me more calm and happy. I was starting to get tired of putting my body at risk of pain after training. I don't want to be a professional footballer, even if people think it's cool. Football is not what I really want, but to be able to think so I continued to train hard. I didn't dare to disappoint my father again.