A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

LELANANG FROM THE PAST

Faisal washed his face. Several times the water in the bucket was dipped and placed into the face. The coldness that nibbled on his skin pores was able to ignore him.

Did Ichi realize my words just now? Is that why he asked me to meet his father???

So concentrated dipping water to wash his face made the volume of water in the bucket shrink quickly and Faisal realized he could no longer wet his face because the four fingers used as a nose were not able to take the desired amount of water. Faisal looked into the bucket and sighed for a moment and placed the bucket on the mat.

The young man turned around, but his steps stopped. In front of him, the chinnese-faced new santri looked at him while showing off a smile, but Faisal felt that the gaze had a prana that intimidated him.

"Hi.." said the young Chinnese to remain in place.

Faisal just nodded. Since joining the community of santri Alkhairaat Buntulia, the young man is indeed irritable to talk. But he is more free to talk and express his ideas if dealing with caregivers personally. Faisal never spoke in the forum unless he was told to speak, as was the case of Ichi who put forward the theory of stones that could not be raised by God at the girl's initial meetings in the prayer discussion.

"You're Faisal Husein Polontalo?" guess the young man. Faisal sighed and sighed.

"And you're Isaac Rompies." Faisal replied as he stepped out of the room. When the two were side by side, Isaac suddenly placed his palm on the young man's chest.

TAPS...

HM???

Faisal furrowed his brows as Isaac held back his steps. He exerts prana to urge the energy of the opponent who is trying to hold his pace. Isaac smiled without looking.

"It's not just you who have Ki, man." said Isaac slowly.

Faisal widened his eyes. He looked at the young Chinese beside him.

"What do you mean hold back my steps, Isaac?" faisal asked as he put away the young man's hand.

Isaac smiled back. "I just want to get to know you, Faisal." he then looked at Faisal. The young man noticed that part of the iris of the cornea of the young man's eyes was greenish-gray, in contrast to most people of the mongoloid race who had dark brown irises similar to eagle eyes.

"You look like a closed person, but I'm surprised.in front of a girl named Ichi, you're so easy to speak." Isaac quipped. "Is that woman your voice audio player?"

"It's none of your business!" beat Faisal with ketus. "After all... Do you know that woman?!"

Isaac laughed. "Faisal Husein Polontalo.. Or am I calling you Faisal Husein Assegaf?" lure the young man with a soft voice when calling the clan next to the father of the young man of Arab descent.

"You!!!" exclaimed Faisal.

Isaac Rompies chuckles. "Bro.no need to be surprised. Your gawking mouth could have put in a kaniker seed." the chinnese boy joked.

Faisal's interest in Isaac immediately grew. "Where do you know my father's surname?" faisal whispered softly, afraid of being caught by people.

The Assegaf family is one of the branches of the Alawiyin families (the descendants of Prophet Muhammad Shallahu Alaihi Wasalam through the Alawi bin Ubaidillah line which is a descendant of Zainal Abidin bin Husain bi Ali bin Abi Talib.) The family originated from Hadramaut who migrated to Indonesia in the 17th century when the Vereenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie formed by Johan Van Oldenbarnevelt began to implant his nail of immoerialism in the archipelago. The call for the head of this family when the male is called Sayyid, while the female is called Sharifah.

"I'm just opening up old records." Isaac replied softly. "Again..you might not believe me if I told you that we are a cognate family?"

Faisal squinted his eyes. "You're a Ba' Alawi too?" the young man hesitated. "I did not expect that the Rompies clan had a kinship line with the Ba' Alawi families."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you that my grandmother was surnamed al-Jadid" Isaac said, turning his back on Faisal.

"No way!" faisal hatch. "The al-Jadid clan is extinct along with the al-Basri clan. Records of the Alawite Rabithah cannot be mistaken!"

"really?" isaac turned his head and threw a mysterious smile. "I think you need to reexamine, even more thoroughly and deeply, the chronicles of the Ba' Alawi clans" he said in a mocking tone and then stepped away from Faisal.

"Wait!" call Faisal.

But Isaac still took a leisurely step to leave the young man.

...******...

"Thank!!!" exclaim Beautiful, his senior in the dorm room. "Wake you! You slackers!" his yell.

Ichi, who was sleepy, was interrupted by the shouts of the head of the room and slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Beautiful lazily.

"Why brother?" asked Ichi in a weak voice.

"Wake up!" sergeant Indah while splashing his waist.

Patience, patience Ichi...

Lazily, the girl got up and sat at the bedside. The girl looked at Beautiful who was looking at her with a cruel look.

"Hurry up and clean this room!" he cried with ferocity.

Ichi sipped his saliva.patient, patient, patient...

The girl nodded. "Yes, brother." she answered and stood up and took a broom in the corner of the room and began to sweep.

In the dormitory, precisely in his room which was a bit roomy size, lived three students, including himself. Worse, the girl is paired with Rahmi who is her enemy in the class. Rahmi is most willing to pomp Indah which is appointed by the Parenting Section of Pondok Pesantren as the head of the room. The girl was recently caught liking Faisal and was jealous to see her junior close to the young man she dreamed of.

Beautifully glanced at Ichi who was still sweeping, with a cynical look. The girl realized that senior sister's gaze there felt so hateful to her through her fairy gaze.

Since childhood Ichi has been taught by his father, periperal staring techniques that function to detect opponents without having to look directly at the opponent. Shortly after, Rahmi arrived.

Seeing Ichi who was surrounded by his senior made Rahmi smile cynically and step casually inside and sit on the edge of the cot.

"Rahmi.. sorong little dong." pinta Ichi.

Rahmi looks at. "Why are you playing orders?! I love sitting here!" sergeant.

Ichi sighed again.patient, patient, patient, patient....

"I want to sweep under the bed." said Ichi patiently.

"Serah looo.." Rahmi replied with a mocking face. "I don't care."

Ichi looked at Indah who pretended not to see the quarrel. Ichi again sighed and exhaled slowly.

"Alright." replied Ichi at the end.

The girl chose not to sweep under the bed that made Beautiful again snapped at her.

"Hey! Sweep under the bed!" indah's orders fiercely while pointing at the bed that Rahmi occupied.

"Sister, how can I sweep under that bed if Rahmi just flinch from it?" ichi Kilah. "My work is not optimal" he replied patiently.

"Alaaah...just say that you are lazy to clean the room." said Rahmi Menukas. The girl looked at Beautiful who was standing by the side of the door while folding her hands in the chest. "Sister, it's usually a spoiled child. There's a reason."

"What did you say? Goat brain?" sela Indah ambushed and immediately stepped closer to Ichi. "The goat is you!" exclaim Indah while pushing her index finger into the head of Ichi. "Other people while cleaning, you're sleeping! Know it? Rahmi did the cleaning first. You're the last one and the rest you're doing!"

Ichi tightened his jaw to hold back the anger that was ignited because he was provoked by the spicy words Beautiful and pierced his feelings. In an effort to maintain her heart, the girl recalled her father's message.

Don't be angry if what they despise is you. Let's just say it's a whip to fix. Do not use a fist to reply. Boxing is only used to promote justice, not to incite anger.

Ichi closed his eyes and calmed his feelings. The girl then opened her eyes and threw a smile. "Sorry brother, I was wrong" he said. "Yes, let me do it all."

Ichi resumed his work of cleaning the room. Rahmi bengong saw the attitude of the enemy. Unusually, Ichi would behave like that. All the children of Alkhairaat Buntulia already knew the woman's temperament. Ichi's attitude that published a sense of wonder and confusion in Rahmi's mind.

At work, Ichi recalls his father's message.

A good fighter is a smart guy. Take advantage of others to get through your plan. Master them with your innocent attitude.Do not show intelligence in front of people who are not smarter than you.

Ichi smiled to himself while cleaning the room. Lovely snapping. "Why smile for yourself?! Already meng-meng yes?!"

Ichi turned his head towards Indah and again threw a smile. "It's okay, brother" he replied again continuing his work.

It was beautiful looking at Rahmi. "Rahmi, watch this son of a bitch. Don't let him rest before he cleans up the remnants of this job!" beautiful Decree to the fertile woman then turned and stepped out of the room.

The room left two students of that class. Ichi glanced at Rahmi and stepped closer to Rahmi.

BRAKKKIS...

Suddenly Ichi slammed the broom and darted towards Rahmi. Not yet had the girl dodged, Ichi's stained fingers had managed to grip her clothes and slammed the woman in the bed. Rahmi slammed and gouged. Ichi directly occupied his enemy's hips.

BRUGG...

MMPPHHHH...

Rahmi was just about to scream in pain when the girl's mouth was smothered and her neck was held tightly by Ichi while being clamped so that it squeezed the veins in the neck area making Rahmi feel suffocated. Ichi brought his face closer to Rahmi's face as the girl tried to thrash around.

"Listen to my words, Goat Brain!" sergah Ichi with scant and ketus. "You think by utilizing your closeness with Kak Indah, you can bully me all you want? Never try!" threaten the girl.

Ichi tightened his deflection making Rahmi almost out of breath. At a critical moment, Ichi then released his defender making Rahmi gasp for breath.

"ichi! L****g P**i You!" as Rahmi said, "You're going to kill me, huh?!" rahmi screams hysterically.

PLAKK...

Ichi's slap again floated down the girl's cheek. Rahmi screamed and lashed. Ichi took back the broom he threw earlier. While holding a broom, Ichi stood on his waist and looked at Sangar towards Rahmi.

"We both have lived together in one room, Rahmi." said Ichi reminded. "I warn you not to lick in front of Kak Indah. How dare you do it again?" threaten Ichi while clenching his hands and listening to the sound of his finger joints that were stung by a tremble.

Ichi snorted for a moment then stepped towards the door. After Ichi's death, the fertile girl shouted hysterically while slamming her bolsters.

"ichi! I swear I'll kill you!!" rahmi screams hysterically.

...******...

The man had just arrived at his hostel when his dress shook. He reached into his pocket to pull out the device and stared at the screen for a moment and answered the call.

📲 "Hello.." greet the man flatly.

📲 "Sensei.." Reply man crossed.

The man took a deep breath and exhaled.

📲 "Skullen.." said the man calling the name of the caller. "What's wrong?"

📲 "The man who is close to your child is named Faisal Husein Polontalo.. That's his name in the school master book record." said Skullen.

The man nodded slowly.

📲 "Good... search for information about him." ask the man.

📲 "Do I have to go to bed too?" fishing rods Skullen.

📲 "To get to know the enemy, it must blend in with them, Skullen." said the man. "I'm not giving a job to do half-and-half."

📲 "Can you switch the task to Faisal only? Looks like she's better suited to be your daughter's keeper. Moreover, the two are close and impressed to protect each other." proposed Skullen.

📲 "Then, just prepare yourself for seppuku." replied the man flatly.

📲 "Don't be so dong Sensei!" exclaim Skullen protest. Eventually the man complained and nodded again. "All right, all right, I'll carry on this task until the end."

📲 "Good." said the man. "You I resurrected indeed to carry out that task. Remember Skullen, this task is part of your own penance because you were one of the causes of the deaths of the influential people in Banda in the 1621 incident."

There was a snorting sound across.

📲 "Does Sensei want to continue publishing my guilt by bringing up the incident?"

The man laughed softly.

📲 "It's Skullen. You're no longer Fujimoto Toshisada, Imagawa Norimochi's son. That name no longer exists. Your current name is Isaac Rompies bin Vincent Rompies who converted. Understood?" toilet the man.

Long time no sound heard.

📲 "Skullen? You hear?" call the man.

📲 "Yes, Sensei.." replied Skullen.

The man took a breath and exhaled.

📲 "As a former samurai, never let go of your pride. But live a new life with the old spirit. Insha Allah, Skullen, whoever repents, Allah will grant his repentance." replied the man.

📲 "Thank you, Sensei." said Skullen slowly.

📲 "Get the man from the past gone. You are now the one living a new life." said the man. "Okay, get back to rest. Tomorrow your stakeout will continue."

📲 "Yes Sensei. Then excuse me." said Skullen.

that mobile conversation is over. The man took another breath and placed his gawai on a nightstand holding a paper cardboard box where a crackle bag of logistic rice was stored for a week.

I just want my daughter to be safe in that boarding house. All he can do as his shadow is you Skullen...

The man sighed for a moment and exhaled as he lay on the bed that slapped on the floor of the room.[]