BROMOCORAS

No More Than Three Months

Ajimukti was stunned to hear all the stories of Prastowo about how his past was so that he could return to a better path like today. Although not entirely he heard, but at least he already had a little picture of the events in the Prastowo story.

Ajimukti glanced at the clock in his hand. He realized that he and Dullah had been in Prastowo's house for too long. Ajimukti immediately invited Dullah to retreat back to Pondok Hidayah.

"When there's a chance we go on again, Lek."

"Mas Aji just calm down. Like I said. I'm ready behind Mas Aji."

Ajimukti and Dullah say goodbye and then step out of Prastowo's house. Ajimukti and Dullah walked rather quickly. Afraid that there is nothing.

Arriving in front of the gate of Pondok Hidayah.

"Where have you two been?"

The deg!

The voice without appearance shocked Ajimukti and Dullah. Their steps stopped. His eyes wandered around looking for the source of the sound.

"You're looking for what? Search me? I'm on top." Back the voice spoke.

Ajimukti and Dullah immediately looked up at a branch of a mango tree. A young man with a sack nangkring on a large enough branch while lying down.

Ajimukti frowned. He had never met this young man from yesterday.

"The young man immediately came down from the top of the mango tree. Jumped right in front of Ajimukti and Dullah stood up."

"Why is that surprised?" The young man was as if he was rubbing while patting his own clothes cleaning the dirt from the branch attached to his shirt.

"sorry. You who? From yesterday here I've never seen you?" Ask Ajimukti later.

The young man laughed out loud.

"This child is the same as the others." Whisper Dullah to Ajimukti.

Ajimukti coded Dullah with his hand not to comment first.

"You're a senior in this Hidayah Cottage too?"

The young man narrowed his eyes. Get closer to Ajimukti. Make Ajimukti take a step back.

"I'm not a senior. But it's like a second home to me. Since Kyai it's still called Ustadz here. I've been living here."

Dullah suddenly stepped forward.

"Waitwait. You've been here since you were with the old Kyai?"

The young man nodded and slightly squinted his eyes.

"That means you know the old Kyai? How's people?"

The young man built a body. Now he turns his back on Ajimukti and Dullah. His hands are now crossed.

"I'm the only santri left here. That was because Kyai who was now picky received santri. Santri who used to be an average is the son of traders and farmers. On the grounds that Khatam had, Kyai now held an endussanah for the old santri."

Ajimukti is getting curious. "Then why are you still here?"

"My father even though he was only a trader but he was a trader who was quite successful. So about the dues that are now enforced, my father is certainly among those who do not mind it. But that's my father. Not her."

"Rules now in effect? So Kyai's old time is still no dues?"

The young man laughed.

"Don't dues. All facititas are available here. Food is also to take. Our parents never made any money. Even Kyai doesn't hesitate to give us severance if we are boyong or family in the house."

Ajimukti head bobble.

"The new Santri also knows the new rules exist now?"

"Know not know no one cares. Protest means to go out."

"Oh yeah, you haven't answered my question. Where are you guys from?"

"From cigarettes and coffee."

The young man nodded. "Good, later tonight can I hang out in your room?" ketus later.

"By pleasure, my dear." Ajimukti.

"Don't call, Mas. Just call Manan. I think we're the same age. Except for this uncle." He said with a little chuckle.

"Oh yes, Mas Manan. Eh Manan's. I'm Ajimukti. This is my uncle."

"Dullah. Just call me Lek Dul." Dullah stretched out his hand.

Manan grabbed the hand Ajimukti made Ajimukti surprised but it turned out only to see the clock in the hand of Ajimukti.

"Come in. There will soon be a study before Dzuhur." He said as he took off Ajimukti's hand and walked away leaving them both.

"It turns out like that, Lek."

"Not done thinking about me, too, Mom. Could be." Said Dullah while shaking his head.

"We're in, Lek."

Ajimukti walked to the courtyard of Pondok Hidayah followed by Dullah behind him.

Throughout the hall, the view of the santri was fixed on Ajimukti and Dullah. I don't know what made them look at the two like that.

Arriving in the room. Ajimukti dropped his body onto the bed. Both of his hands were used as a base to support his head. He saw the ceiling of the room. There is nothing, except a 15-watt lamp that if the flame is always swarmed by small insects.

"I'm getting excited, Lek." Said suddenly.

Dullah who was arranging coffee at the table turned to Ajimukti.

"Same, Mas. It's only been two days here that I can't wait."

"Quiet, Lek. Everything has its time. Let's just follow the game first. As my mother said, don't grumble."

"Yes, Mas. Anyway the origin of all can be as it used to be as hard as anything I now live, Mas."

Ajimukti again. Now he changed his position. Now he tilted to the right and supported his head with his right hand.

"Nothing's hard, Lek. Just the patience we need now."

"Well that, Mom. Patience that. It's hard to ask for mercy, Mom."

Again Ajimukti laughed at Dullah's words. Then he woke up from the fall, grabbed a cigarette and he picked it up and lit it.

"Just calm down, Lek. We just need to be patient in this case for no more than three months."

"Hopefully Gusti will always lead us, Mother."

"Aamiin, Grandma. I'm sure everything will go according to our plans for the next three months."

"To be honest I can't wait to see the end of all this, Mas."

Ajimukti smiled, then exhaled his cigarette smoke strongly. The smoke almost filled the ceiling.

"Don't be in a hurry, Lek. Let the results be maximum."

Dullah just nodded and participated in enjoying a cigarette that had been used first.

A few moments passed. Ajimukti turned off the rest of his cigarettes and then got up from his seat.

"We're going to the hall, Lek. I don't want to see the expression of not wearing the seniors if we're late."

"Yes, Mas. I still haven't forgotten how the three of them made fun of us this morning. I want to stick their heads out one by one."

Ajimukti smile. He knew exactly what Dullah was like.

Ajimukti justifies the scabbard and then steps out of the room. Dullah followed her and closed the door to their room.

The hall is still empty. Just some santri who was sitting cross-legged in his place. Ajimukti and Dullah immediately entered and sat in the corner of the room at the place this morning they taught with Budi.

Before long, the Imam and Khalil came to follow some of the santri who were teaching with them. But neither Ajimukti nor Dullah saw Budi.

Ajimukti coded Dullah with his eyes. Dullah understands what that means.

"Maybe it's too late, Mommy."

Suddenly Khalil approached them. Then down.

"This morning, let's take your holidays. Just wait, there will be other students who teach you. And I say enjoy." He said as he stood up and broke down.

Dullah looked at Ajimukti. Ajimukti just shrugged his shoulders. Nor did he understand what Khalil had just said.

Not long after, a young man walked towards them. But somehow the Imam and Khalil who saw it giggled. So do the other students.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Said the young man who came towards Ajimukti and Dullah sat down.

"Was... Wa'alaikumsalam. The manan? You?"

Manan immediately sat cross-legged in front of Ajimukti and Dullah. They are now sitting facing each other.

When he was about to speak, Manan slightly lowered his body.

"Forget about njai. I know who you are." Manan half-whispered.

The deg!

Ajimukti and Dullah were a little jolted.

"Who is Manan?" Inner Dullah.

"You pretended to read it."

Ajimukti according to. Pretending to open the book iqro' in front of him.

"I'm sure you're not like other students. Even though I don't know who you are." Manan's voice was still half whispered.

"Where do you think that?" Tanya Dullah also whispered.

"I saw you guys at the stall talking to Mr. dhe Prastowo."

Ajimukti glanced sharply at Manan.

"Do you know Prastowo?" Ask Dullah again in a whisper.

"of course. Mr. dhe Prastowo used to drive ayan cut here. He's a close friend of Kyai's. Also my father's friend."

The deg!

Dullah and Ajimukti both stared intently at Manan. Manan frowned looking at their gazes.

"Hey, guys. Njai doesn't sound like anything."

Manan turned his head quickly towards Khalil, his gaze sharp as if Manan was very dislikeful of them. Then back to reverse direction.

"They're always like that."

Ajimukti and Dullah just smiled.

"We'll continue later. God willing, I will have coffee in your room."

"We wait." Dullah.

For a while they continued to pretend to read his iqro to cover up Khalil's suspicions, the Imam was also another santri.

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