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kqmu cool, Bro (Romantic story)

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Islamic histiography courses make me have to call here and there looking for sources. The killer lecturer gave the task of reviewing historical relics around their respective hometowns. Luckily I lived in the Gresik pantura area, so I could research and explore, in the footsteps of the duke who is famous for Kanjeng Sepuh.

Several times, I deliberately went to the cemetery, especially when Friday pahing when many visitors and of course the tomb caretaker opened the cemetery wide.

There's not much data I found there, other than the line of headstones of the kanjeng family sepuh. The manager of the mosque could not give much information. Until there was a man, the approximate 40-year-old gave little information.

"Try to contact this guy, ma'am. This guy has a youtube channel that talks about this sedayu district. Who knows, maybe you get a lot of data from him."

"Oh, badgering, sir. Thank you." Thank you." I greeted the torn paper inscribed with a row of numbers from the man in front of me.

Before I ask the others, the good man has gone by riding his matic bike.

It was not in vain that I came here today. Even if I haven't had time to fill the hull with anything.

Gurgling, I set foot towards the row of stalls that are around the market pahing sedayu, before this body really demands its rights. I deliberately chose a bowl of meatballs to silence the worms in the stomach that began to sing. Sitting face to face with some gondrong men makes me shudder as well, especially they are serious with chatter and puff of cigarette smoke that is sprayed politely. The huft!

I spent the bowl immediately, paid and left the stall as soon as possible.

Ah, yes, I should call the number listed on the torn paper as soon as possible. Kurogoh pocket and copy it on mobile phone.

[Assalamu'alaikum, sir. My name is Meira. I am a student who wants to ask about kanjeng. I got the number from the manager of the mosque jami'. I hope you are willing to help me. Thank you]

Send.

I sent that long message to someone I don't even know.

A few minutes later. I received a reply.

[Greetings, okay. Want to meet or talk directly through sending a message?]

[How about we meet, sir? Let me get a clearer explanation]

[OKAY. But don't call me, sir. Just call Bro. Cooler]

Funny how he replies to messages.

[I can see you, Mr Bro where, huh? I am now in the Sedayu area.]

[Said call Bro just kok dablek.]

[Oia Bro]

[Meet me in the middle of the sewayu square. There are rows of large trees, you can meet me there while making coffee]

Maddened. I'm right now in the middle of the square good if that's it.

[I've been in the square, Bro. Yellow color casual dress with black rangs bag]

[Okay, wait for me there]

My eyes widened when I saw the sighting of the man who came over. Slengean style with long hair that impressed urakan. Quite unexpectedly, I thought this guy was quite climsy. Oh God. Isn't this the guy I met at the meatball stall? Which I had cursed in my heart because it was so disrespectful to exhale cigarette smoke to others.

Close-up. The man is getting closer. Hope he's not fierce.

"You're Meira, right?"

I nodded my head to answer his question. I'm honestly still in shock at what I'm seeing right now.

Without answering I put my feet to follow where the gondrong man in front of me stepped his feet. He stopped at a coffee shop. With a chin gesture, he again told me to sit right in front of him.

"Mbok Jum, regular coffee with each other ..." she glanced at me to order a drink.

"Just tea, please" I replied slowly.

"Es tea, Mbok Jum," he shouted back.

This man watches me mercilessly. A moment later, take out a cigarette and light it.

"You want to know about kanjeng sepuh huh?"

"Yes, Sir. Uh. yes, Bro."

The man just sneered while smiling at my nervousness.

"Before that, you must know first about the sewayu duchy. Wes got it, hasn't he?"

"No" I answered a little nervously.

Ih, let alone that. I'll meet him on purpose to let him know. I swear, the way he intimidates is incredible.

"If so, don't light it first. Let you know. How's it?"

"Good, Bro." I'm getting used to calling Bro.

"Okay, we retreat to the yuan dynasty huh, 1293. In Chinese sources, recorded in the yuan dynasty. When invading Java, the Mongols split into two forces. The first force was sent by land and the other half by sea by ship. They went to the interior of Java by the river sugalu (sedayu), from there to the small river Pa-tsieh (kali mas) .. bla. .. bla ...." The gondrong man explained the history he knew as he exhaled his cigarette smoke.

Great out of head the way this Bro explains history.

For almost two hours I listened to him tell stories. I deliberately recorded so that the data I obtained was not lost. At the end of the explanation, this man showed me some books that I had to read to maximize the riview that I would later write.

I showed you an outline of the skeleton I was about to write. Quickly, he scribbled some unimportant points and gave a more suitable alternative to use.

I was about to get up and pay for the drinks and food we had eaten, but my steps stopped when a remark just came out of his mouth.

"Already, just go home, it's late afternoon. I'm the one who paid. Just chill. Don't worry. All the knowledge was free for you and for you to share with others" he said, sipping the last coffee and away from me towards Mbok Jum.

I stopped the green bus and sat on an empty bench towards the village where I was born. What a tiring and amazing day.

***

Since the chat at the Mbok Jum stall at that time, you could say every day I contact him just asking for clear about the lack of data that I want to write.

Mr. killer lecturer, gave me a fairly satisfactory value when knowing my riview full of meat and supported by sufficient references.

This research made me realize one thing about perspective. Previously, I was so 'underestimate' towards the figure of gondrong who impressed that urakan. Even this view, it might also be the same as the view of others out there when looking at a skin.

Who would have thought, a figure that is like useless in the eyes of the community because of its appearance, it is precisely he who saves the next generation so as not to forget history. Valuing history means appreciating life with gratitude.

"Thank you, Bro. You're really cool. I hope another time I can learn another history from you."

The blue tick message was answered with a thumb.

Finishes.

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