Among Thousand Journeys

Eat Big

“Let's go to mas.” said Mr. Dadang who

amaze me.

“But I'm on a bus malem sir, what's father's house

this close here?” I was afraid of being left by the bus..

“That's dad's house in the back, looks from

here, Ian stop here first, goods three four days, anyways kyai also three days to go

here, so later to the cottage can be together.”

“O, kyai want to come here?” mr. Dadang mangosteen.

“Yes then I took my bag which

still on the bus, all of you said that I did not continue the journey.”

“Ya better be so.” then I went to the parked bus to pick up the bag and talk to the driver if you get off here only.

After that I immediately met Mr. Dadang who is still

standing in front of Mushola. And he took me to his house, a big, luxurious house that was dominated

marble and teak wood are combined in an artistic and classy way.

“Mas Ian sleeps in this room aja.” voice pack

Dadang.

Because I was busy enjoying the architecture of the house made so simple but elegant, with high bifet cabinets touching the ceiling. And the floor of the marble is shiny like glass..

I immediately entered the room before Mr. Dadang.

After telling me to take a shower first, Mr. Dadang did not leave for long. I immediately removed the clothes I was wearing, to take a shower, and,,

This room is spacious, approximately four square meters, two large beds in the room, with a thick blanket, one of the walls of the room is covered with a large bifet closet, there are twenty-nine inc tivi. Also Dvd player Aiwa, the AC is always on, so the air feels cold,,

I immediately entered the bathroom

it's in the room, the bathtub to soak in

it was full, and beside it was

fresh drinks whatever the name is, I'm too lazy to explain everything.

My body also soaks in water that feels warm. And tasting a drink, licking it before, fearing it intoxicating..

After the shower and the body felt fresh, I

change clothes immediately, knock on the door,

after fully wearing clothes, then I opened the door of the room, seen a young man dressed in a light blue uniform with

yellow shirt braces.

“This mas please eat, already prepared.”

he said, bowing, I just nodded my head and went out of the room, well in front of my room in front of the tivi on the mat that stretched, the various dishes were lined up neatly.

“Please mas enjoyed, I stay first..”.

he said as soon as it passed.

I who was left behind, saw

this much food, confused about which one to choose.

Warm rice in the basket, next to it there is fried cuttlefish flour, sea fish pepes, mushroom pepes, tomato sauce, stingray lodeh, beef soto, dried fried chicken, black cook cuttle, catfish pecel, and, crispy fried pigeons, dried fried beef liver..

Ah there are many more, I do not know the name, there are also fried jengkol, lalapan petai, purple eggplant and all kinds of neglect leaves that I do not know the name.

I also started eating, I tasted one by one, toel there, toel here, comot there until my plate was full, when I was enjoying eating, Mr. Dadang appeared, comot there,

feel free, consider your own home.”.

just saying that he passed.

This time I ate until

this many, with a variety of dishes and various colors of side dishes, first I did

excited, because of the tendency of lust, the,

all I wanted to take, but after I thought about it

think, ah it feels just that - that's it, pleasure

pseudo, throat limited, crispy, savory, salty, bitter, sweet, wry, chewy, stuffy, spicy…

Ah boring, I take the poci tea and pour it into

small cup, screw it up slowly. I take the fried beef liver and step out, I take the Djisamsoe filter cigarette and then I light it, I say,,

I was sitting on the front steps of Mr. Dadang's house, the night was getting late, but the car that visited this restaurant was getting rame.

Especially the bus from Jakarta

area, also from the area towards Jakarta.

not a few private cars arrived.

Finally I know this restaurant is the property of Mr. Dadang, the name Nikki is the name of the first founder of a restaurant in the Subang area, now after H. Nikki died, then the restaurant continued by his son and siblings including Mr. Dadang.

I heard that some explanation from the servant who served me. After the two cigarettes I finished, I went back to my room and immediately went to bed.

Waiting for kyai for three days at the house of Mr. Dadang, it was boring as well, when Kyai came three days later, I was very happy, I immediately kissed his hand, I immediately kissed him,

My sense of reverence as a disciple, as usual, Kyai sleeps on my lap, and asks me to massage his head, oh love because Allah is so delicious.

I know Kyai loves me as much as I love him because of God. If kyai sleeps in my lap then for sure, he will ask about the state of my family, and warn there will be people who are jealous of my family, it will happen this way, so, and don't forget that Kyai passed down his knowledge to me.

I am sometimes overwhelmed by Kyai's love for me

which is very large, until kyai memorized it correctly

people who are in the scope of my life, although I never once mention the names one by one, but kyai memorized one by one.

So unfortunately kyai to me, wherever I work, kyai must visit me, even sometimes to wait for me for days, because I do not want to be dholimi by people who wear my services.

I once said to me, "if anyone is hostile to you, then I will be the shield of your life, then never be afraid to stand on the truth."

“Mas Ian..!” kyai said that he slept in

my lap, while some male guests

women, circling us, there were about nine people.

“Iya kyai..”

“Later Iyan back to the cottage first yes..!

All of you stop by the house of the Tigers..” said kyai

holding my hand, I ordered him to step in the direction above his eyes.

The tiger is a santri call, which

at the time of my death, the man was corrupt, drunk, stoned, played women, fought, became king of the gank, but then converted, and became a disciple of kyai, who was assigned to resuscitate drunkards and thugs.

His followers were mostly of the damaged people in his area already many, even in a hidden state.

“What's kyai, kok I have to place

Macan?”

Seriate.....