Among Thousand Journeys

Ulfa

“Sorry mom, sir there?” I said no long-winded.

“Oh there, for a moment I call, let's sit first in the chair, mother in first.” said bu Aminah friendly.

Mom immediately Aminah went inside, with Ulfa. A short time later Ibrahim came out, accompanied by Aminah's mother, and a maid who brought snacks and drinks.

“Eh nak Iyan, out of sightseeing with Ulfa huh?”

ask Ibrahim while greeting me.

“Yes sir, while there needs to be a little bit of the same

father and mother..” said I don't wait for trouble

verbiage.

“What it takes to look so

important?” said Ibrahim who sat in

next to me is Aminah's mom.

“Begini sir..” wah is a bit rowdy too

tell it, but if it's not explained

now it will even be longer and do not know when to end the base.

“That's sir...” I'm still clumsy too, even though it's already

breathe out repeatedly to stay deep

conveying, but it feels like a tongue is very mute.

“Have no hesitation, just convey..” says.

aminah saw my doubt.

Maybe I'm going straight to the subject, but find a small hallway to get to the estuary,

“Actually, Ulfa already has a boyfriend.” I said

waiting for the expressions on the faces of the two people in front of me.

“Wah I think it's normal son Ian, who is a teenager now who is not dating, see television shows today like this, teenagers must also be dragged, so I think it's natural, so you think,” said Mr. Ibrahim while laughing.

“Iya I think also what, if only that problem, later also her husband just want Ian a.” added Aminah's mother.

“But ma'am, sir, the problem is Ulfa has become pregnant.”

I said rather than muters.

“What, pregnant?!” the voices of the two in front of me

almost together. I'm mangosteen.

“Bruak..!” the table was kicked off Mr. Ibrahim, until

I was surprised without artificial, because I did not expect at all that the table would be kicked.

“Don't accuse indiscriminately without proof you're Ian!” snapped Mr. Ibrahim, with his red eyes and index finger pointing at me, keder also me.

“If you don't want to be Ulfa's match, say no

don't keep slandering without proof! Tak

I thought Mr. Mustofa's son, was so quick-minded.”

mr. Ibrahim's face was reddened, his neck veins

stiffens.

“Sareh sir.!, Remember your high blood disease.”

said Aminah ma'am. Even though I see him too

looking at me angrily, her hospitality earlier

just now I didn't fly where.

“But sir, I'm not accusing, father why

didn't ask Ulfa himself, so

the question will be clear.” I said, already

it's been fused, all wet.

“Call Ulfa bu!” snapped Mr. Ibrahim while

he shook his wife's hand

his arm.

“Review that this is just slander,” said Mr Ibrahim

glaring at me. Bu Aminah went in, and a little later came out again with Ulfa, not to mention Ulfa sitting on a chair, sir Ibrahim had snapped at him.

“You're really pregnant!?” Ulfa was silent still standing down, her tears flowing, until the black hijab of the flowers she wore was wet.

“Jawab! Don't cry, you're pregnant or

blaring.

Mangosteen ulfah.

“Iya...” her voice is softened by her feelings.

which rages.

“Basic son of a bitch, don't know lucky!” mr. Ibrohim stood up, and willing to graze Ulfa, hands

having been lifted up, I immediately jumped the table, and held his hand, and I pulled back.

“Already sir... patiently..” persuade me.

“No patience, child has smeared name

old man, must be beaten! Wanna put where

my face?!” said Mr. Ibrohim trying to get out of my grip.

Immediately I put my hand on his shoulder to channel the air to settle his anger, before how long Mr. Ibrahim flipped towards me and cried hugging me.

“Already sir, already happened, so

looking for the best way out.” I said while

patting her shoulder. The atmosphere was calm again.

But Aminah's mom was still crying,

“Laya... Laya.. What sin is this mother of yours, to try so hard?” said.

“Already ma'am, everyone must have been tried by

Alloh, so no need to complain, just look for the best way out.” I said after guiding Mr. Ibrahim sitting on the sofa chair.

“And I think the best way is to marry Ulfa to Imron, the man who impregnated her, but I do not want to interfere with the affairs of the father's family, so all I want to beg.” I said.

Ibrohim stood up and hugged me again,

“Sorry son Ian, I have accused you of not-no,” “Tak nothing sir, suppose I will also feel insulted if my son is accused of doing wrong.” I said.

“If you were Ulfa's husband, how

proud of me.”

“Well if not a mate, can not be forced...”.

I said goodbye, and Aminah ma'am immediately went inside to pick up the package of boxes and hand over the money in the envelope, I refused but Aminah ma'am still forced, I was forced to accept, I was forced to accept, I went back to Mr. Fadhol's place, too,

Arriving at the house of Mr. Fadhol, after performing the dzuhur prayer, I was ready to continue the journey, what was given by Aminah's mother I gave all to Mr. Fadhol, as well as the money in the envelope, I gave everything to him, what I don't know is how much it was, originally Mr. Fadhol and

his wife refused, but after I persuaded, finally the money and parcel in the box was accepted, so that I could continue the journey with a light feeling without burden.

The breeze of the rice fields, which carried the scent of mud and fragrant leaves ushering in every footrest, I decided to go to the Bojonegoro area through the rice fields and inland of the remote village, whose resident spies were staring strangely at me, sometimes I cross the river, sometimes I follow the grunts, sometimes I enjoy the birds that are flashing merrily on the branches, looking for food for their children who are waiting in the nest, and sometimes I enjoy the birds that are leaping on the branches,

While sitting I spread my legs under a shady tree, unwind.

Every now and then people in the fields greet me, ah

my fortitude lost to them, each

the day wrestled with mud, planted rice, and,

care for him, until the harvest, with patience, the harvest cannot be forced, how reliable

they, do not force the results quickly obtained, they,

although the old results are obtained, but they with

patience comes to the rice fields, either pluck the grass, repel the rats, and expel the birds, or,

Do I expect success without difficulty? Like I was just sitting on a barge, then suddenly close to Allah, the lover.

Ah I'm ashamed, quickly I swing my legs, maybe I should be more enthusiastic in my search, to be able to spell khaliah from Robku.

Yes Alloh lead my every move, my every move,

Two days of travel, I finally arrived in the city of Bojonegoro, for two days I slept in the wild, also only eat guava forest and bananas that grow in the forest, so the stomach is deflated, but I try to rely on the giving of life, the afternoon of the third day after getting out of the place of Mr. Fadhol I get to Bojonegoro,

I walked directly south of the old terminal, I walked up to one pacul area mosque, I turned to take ablution then pray ashar, I prayed,

After the prayer I sat drowning in a wirid, suddenly behind me came a plate and a glass placed on the floor of the mushola.

After the test was over, I looked at a man

the long-haired and white-fisted young man

sitting in front of him was full rice

with side dishes, the young man was around 30 years old

years, he smiled at me.

“Mari mas eat first,” said friendly.

“Wah I've been waiting from earlier, afraid it interferes wirid.”

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