BROMOCORAS

Heart Science

That morning when Ajimukti was in the market with Khalil and Manan.

"This is all or is there still something to buy again, Gus?" Ask Khalil while showing them their groceries.

"Attep, Kang. We'd better check before we go back to the pesantren than later back and forth." Ajimukti's proposal later.

"Yes, Gus. Let us check first." Sahut Imam while sorting their groceries.

"Egg already, Vegetable already, there tofu tempeh also already, cooking oil, brown sugar already, seasoning pawon, chilli, garlic onion, coconut also already. Emmm, what else, Gus? It seems like all this." Khalil said after checking their groceries.

"Yes, Gus. It seems like everything. If others seem to be in the kitchen there's still." Imbuh Imam then.

"Well, if you have, Kang. Let's just get it in the trunk first. Then we'll have breakfast." Ajimukti then opened the trunk of his car.

"Let's just us, Gus." Sahut Imam when Ajimukti want to help enter the goods.

"It's okay, Kang. Sampeyan just set it up. Let me help Kang Khalil lift him." Sahut Ajimukti, if so, the Imam did not dare to forbid his Gus anymore.

"It's all, right? Let's get breakfast first. Kang Khalil and Kang Imam want what breakfast?" Tawar Ajimukti later.

"That's it, Gus. We'll have breakfast at the cottage." The priest said a little embarrassed.

Ajimukti flicked his hand, "Hais, this Kang Imam. We had breakfast first. What do you two want for breakfast?" Ask Ajimukti once again a little forcefully.

Khalil and Imam then just throw one another a glance and similarly raise their shoulders.

"Manut then, Gus. Sak kersane njengan mawon." Sahut Imam then.

"Yes, then. We go to the food stall first, so we can make coffee." Said Ajimukti while pointing to a food stall where he used to coffee with Dullah if they were on their way to the market.

Khalil and Imam then just nodded, then walked tailed behind Ajimukti.

When he arrived at the stall, the owner of the stall that had been memorized by Ajimukti immediately approached him.

"What order, Mas Aji?" Ask the seller is friendly.

"What's the devil, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Emmm, today there are blazing chickens, oseng kikil, cuan cuan pindang, lodeh, oseng so'on, pecel, sama soto, Mas." Said the seller calling their food stall menu that every day sometimes different menus.

"Kang Khalil is Kang Imam what?" Ajimukti's question turned to the two towers.

Khalil looked crooked and scratched the nape of his neck, then glanced at the Imam as if asking for Imam's advice. The priest then only slightly raised his shoulders because it was equally awkward.

"Just get it, Gus." Khalil said in the end in a soft voice.

"Well, how's oseng kikil?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Snouts, Gus. Sneak." Imbuh Imam's.

"Yes, Kang. Oseng kikil three. Just like coffee, don't forget. Three too. It's hot, Kang." Say Ajimukti while chuckling at the seller.

"Ready, Mas Aji. This is the rice added eggs no?" Ask the seller then.

"You're okay, too, Kang." Sahut Ajimukti while reaching for onion nuts available at the table in front of where he sat.

Khalil and Imam only then throw one another a glance and it is as awkward as Ajimukti's treatment of them.

While they are cool to enjoy breakfast oseng kikil and eggs ceplok. Faintly they heard a commotion from the outside of the stall.

"Wis rapopo, Kang. In ikhlaske wae." One man shouted at another man while patting the man on the shoulder.

"Come, Kang. Ikhlaske. Suk Yo going by a slick lithe sing." Excited mom mom fat body add.

"Come, Kang. I ngono wis ikhlas. Piye piye wis kadung arep dikapakno meneh?" The man who was the subject of the conversation.

Ajimukti only turned his body, while Khalil and Imam were equally curious.

"What's up, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti to the stall seller when passing not far from his seat.

"That's it, Mas Aji. His father who was exhausted in his own brother's deceit. Their father's estate was sold to his sister." Said the stall seller while pointing at the man who was mobbed by several people.

"Oh...!" Ajimukti just nodded his head understandingly.

"What do I think is going on, Gus. It's a fuss about inheritance." Sahut Khalil while still chewing his breakfast.

"If you're sincere why is it still being discussed, Gus?" Chirp the Imam with a slight smile between his full mouth.

"Those idols sometimes just stop at sayings, Kang. Ikhlas is actually Sewu siji sing biso nglakoni." Ajimukti.

"Yes, Gus. Sometimes the lips talk sincerely, but in his heart still nggrundel, nggersulo." Imbuh Imam's.

"If it's still like that his name isn't sincere, Kang." Sahut Ajimukti who now starts lighting his kretek cigarette after finishing eating.

The priest nodded, and he began to reach for a cigarette as well.

"Then that's how it is, Gus?" Ask later.

"That's what's like, Kang. It's his name's sincere." Say Ajimukti while lifting the coffee cup parallel to his face.

"That's, Gus?" Ask the Imam then.

"Yes, like this coffee, Kang." Ajimukti sipped coffee that still slightly puffed the smoke.

The Imam looked at Khalil. Khalil shrugged his shoulders because he did not understand.

"How's that, Gus?" Ask Khalil later, because he also wants to know the meaning of the sincere version of Ajimukti.

"You want coffee and tea, sugar is in this part of the drink, Kang. Which makes this coffee delicious because of its sugar. Because this coffee sugar is sweet. Try if this glass of coffee is not given sugar, it must taste bitter. But even though the sugar part can not be abandoned, but the sugar is never called. Coffee or tea gets its name." Clearly Ajimukti is still in a position to hold his coffee glass.

"Oh, so tho, Gus. That's right, Gus. I've heard that but I didn't think about it until there." Sahut Khalil while scratching the nape of his neck.

"But this coffee can also teach us to be sincere, Kang. Not just sugar." Imbuh Ajimukti later.

The Imam and Khalil both frowned. "What about coffee, Gus?" Ask the Imam then.

"Yes this coffee grounds, Kang. He makes the coffee taste. But once it was gone, there was a waste. This coffee grounds are forgotten and eventually discarded. Sincere coffee grounds, he never demanded to drink." Clearly Ajimukti again while now sipping coffee again.

"So there's a picture, Gus. How sincere is it actually. It's not easy to be honest, Gus. It's not as easy as when we say the word sincerely itself." Khalil was heard starting to balance Ajimukti's words this time.

"Yes, indeed, Kang. It is like the letter of Al Ikhlas in the Qur'an, Kang. Try to find in the letter Al Ikhlas his sincere word, surely there is no right? That's kind of true, Kang. Sincere is an action, or verb, not just stop at speech." Continue Ajimukti again.

"Yes, Gus. I also often hear that. Indeed that is the privilege of the letter of Al Ikhlas, which has no sincere word in it." Timpal Imam then.

"Other than coffee we can really learn that sincere from coconut, Kang. Ever heard?" Ask Ajimukti to the two towers.

Khalil and Imam shook their heads.

"No, Gus. But if the coconut from the curl to the tongue can all be used I've heard, Gus." Khalil Sahut.

"What is that, Lil? Where did you hear it from?" Ask the Imam this time to Khalil.

"Then it was Junior High, Mam. He was told by his grandfather, my friend Junior High. So everything in the coconut can all be used, Mam. The flowers can be for medicine, the sap in the deres is used as brown sugar, the manggar can be for fuel, the papah as well. The water can be for antidote to poison, fresh drinks as well, sepet fibers can be for broomstick, lidinya for broom stick also skewer. meat for coconut milk etc. Bathok can be for siwur. The leaves can be woven for rhombus even the roof, its blarak can be for torch. Its glugu rod can be for building materials. And many more, Mama. The most versatile plant." Khalil is obviously long at length.

"That's right, Kang Khalil. Well, it turns out that Kang Khalil knows that too." Praise Ajimukti later.

Khalil seems embarrassed, "No, Gus. It's also because someone told me."

"But good of it, Kang. That lesson too. So multifunctional and full of benefits. Kayak coconuts." Ajimukti.

"Snouts, Gus. God willing." Khalil after that.

"Then the sincere science of the coconut was how, Gus. Let's get this complete." Sela Imam then.

Ajimukti smiled slightly, "Oh, yes, almost forgot, Kang. So look, Kang. We learn sincerely as we witness how hard it is to be a coconut. The coconut must be dropped to the ground from the top of its tall tree, then after that the coconut skin must be peeled, chopped, and grabbed as hard as possible. After staying his bathok, was hit again with all his might until it broke. Already broken, the fruit should still be gouged with a sharp knife, after it is separated from its bathok, in grated on a small nail nail, after soft, still squeezed again until it becomes a sari, sari, already the sari is still heated again with a burning fire to boil. After that put banana or yam. But after a hard life is forged, in the end the result is called banana compote, not coconut compote. But even so, coconuts still sincerely accept all that. He didn't protest." Ajimukti.

Heard that the Imam and Khalil laughed.

"Well, if coconuts protest, Gus. Could want to switch places with our heads." Sahut Imam while giggling. Ajimukti then along with them.

"Once in a while Ijolan's okay, Kang. Than to have a little head bit by sambat ngelu." Ajimukti chirps are still a little broken.

"Lha, yes, Gus. Mbingonges. Got a head, no wago head. Hadegh." Khalil's timpals that made Ajimukti widened his laughter.

While the three of them were still chatting in the food stall. Suddenly Ajimukti's shoulder someone patted him from behind who then made Ajimukti rotate his body. Khalil and Imam were a little astonished to see that someone who arrived was already behind Ajimukti without them noticing his arrival.

Seriate...