BROMOCORAS

Suko Cunning

Tonight after Isya' at Prastowo's residence. Ajimukti, Sobri, Manan and Prastowo were sitting in the living room. On the table right in front of them, from the cup of coffee cups in front of them, still reflected the smoke and pollinated the fragrant aroma of black coffee.

The sound of laughter and occasional conversation is heard from the mouth that more often smokes cigarette smoke in their hands. Even the large ashtrays on the table were almost full of ashes and cigarette butts of various brands.

"Warsito? Who is Warsito really? Why did I just hear it?" Ajimukti muttered in the middle of the conversation in the middle room of Prastowo's residence.

Prastowo only occasionally scratches his beard.

"I don't know either, Mom. The baron only knows his name. About what grudges with sampeyan, Baron when accepting the task did not want to know. For people who work like Barons the most important thing for them is a big paycheck." Prastowo.

"I don't think either, Lek Pras. Turns out that thug boss was a fellow sampeyan and father when young first." Sobri interrupted a little.

"Yes, Sobri. And what you faced yesterday was Suko, Dasman's brother. In the past, when he joined Kang Salim, Suko was only sixteen years old, the youngest of us. He dropped out of school because he was so bad. Malak likes, hitting friends at school even his own teacher, therefore he ended up getting kicked out of school." Prastowo recalled Suko's past.

"When the end of our mischief period, Baron was also Suko, who I heard they both went to Surabaya, he said working there. Not years, at Dasman's death and that brought us back together. Turns out they're spreading their wings back there." Prastowo.

"So they're in this town just because of this assignment, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"No, Mas. After Dasman's death. Suko contracted not far from the house of the late Dasman. Because when Dasman died, his son Dasman was about five years old, and the only Dasman family was only Suko. But, five years later, Dasman's wife remarried, Dasman's son could not accept his mother's marriage to another man, then quietly moved away from home." Prastowo Story.

"While the Baron himself, it has only been the last few years to return to this city, and to raise his wings in this city. That's why yesterday I took the initiative to go to the Baron. But really unexpected, it turns out my arrival actually opened all these problems." Prastowo continued his story.

"That's not why Kyai Aminudin was behind all these attacks." Manan interrupts Prastowo's story.

"Not necessarily, Nan. It could be, Warsito also has something to do with Aminudin. It could be, Warsito is also just Aminudin's man." Prastowo.

Manan and Sobri just nodded in acceptance of Prastowo's opinion.

"We can't accuse first, Lek. Excuse me. But we'll know everything once we find the guy Warsito, also find Kyai Aminudin's address." Cut Ajimukti.

"I asked Baron yesterday for help to find out Aminudin's address, Mas." Sahut Prastowo.

"Thank you, Lek." Reply Ajimukti afterwards.

Meanwhile, in another place with a considerable distance from Pondok Hidayah. A black sedan pulled over and stopped by the side of the road close to a bamboo fence that almost surrounded the entire yard on the side of the road near the car was stopped.

From inside the car, a tall, strapping man with a svelte haircut was like a soldier, get out of the car and walk on a path made with neatly arranged rocks along the side of the road until right in the role of a house. The man with a tall stout posture was Suko.

As he was walking towards the house, Suko saw a house next to the one he was referring to, on the porch of the house, under a very bright lamp, a man was sitting on a chair. Suko's view this time was on the man who was sitting on the porch chair of the house.

"That guy, it doesn't seem foreign. Hmmmm... But who?" He muttered by continuing down the path.

Suko stopped right in front of a closed door. Suko knocked on the door of the house. Before long, a man's answer came from inside the house.

"Sik Suko." Greet a man when the door opens.

"Mas Slamet, sorry to have a nightly guest. Is Madam Yu Gitun around, Mas?" Suko asked the male owner of the house named Slamet.

"There, Sister. Just finished praying Isya'. Monggo pinarak first." Slamet invited Suko into the house and once inside the house, Slamet immediately allowed Suko to sit in the living room seat.

Hearing that there were guests coming, Slamet's wife immediately looked into the living room.

"Dik Suko tho. I think who's coming." Gitun, wife of Slamet.

"Sorry, Ms. Yu. It just so happens to be passing by so you guys stop by." Sahut Suko later.

"You talked to your Kang Mas. Ma'am Yu made you drink first." Said Gitun while walking backwards.

"Not bother, Ms. Yu. I'm not long." Suko looks very shaky.

"Here, Opo tho Dik Suko. Just water. Don't stop by for a long time, so don't worry." Sahut Gitun half shouted from the kitchen not far from the living room, so Gitun's voice was clearly heard by Suko.

It did not take long, Gitun had returned to the living room with two glasses of warm tea and two jars of eggs and dry bread, and then sat down next to her husband.

"Lho, even ngrepotin Mbak Yu, tho." Suko sounded very blunt.

"Wis tho, let's go on the porch. Anane sak." Sahut Gitun is very friendly.

Suko then grabbed the tea glass in front of her and sipped it a little. While Gitun saw something on Suko's face.

"Sampeyan opo out fighting Dik Suko? Kok Ma'am Yu saw that there was a blue bruise on Dik Suko's cheek." Tanya Gitun looked at the bruises on Suko's face.

Suko simply smiled, "Biasalah, Ms. Yu. There's a little problem."

Suko just smiled. Although Gitun is his brother-in-law, and even now married to another man. But both Suko already considers Gitun like his own biological brother, and vice versa.

"Where are you going, Mom?" Ask Suko on Slamet. Angga is Gitun's son with Slamet..

"Then to the mosque, all salary with Mr. Ustadz, Dik." Slamet Sahut.

Suko just nodded lightly.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Yu. Former house that I used to contract, now there is a contract again huh?" Suko asked a moment later.

"Yes, Brother. Just a couple of Weeks. Not even a month." Gitun Sahut.

Suko nodded back.

"Who's contracted, Ms Yu?" Ask Suko later.

"Mbak Yu still rarely met. Only a few times could he talk but it was also the same for his wife. Her husband was rarely seen out of the house. His name is Miss Sarah. If it's her husband, Ms. Yu doesn't ask. They seemed to be from the village next door. They are also religious families. Their daughter, her name is Mama Habiba. Bocahe ayu, Mbak Yu had a chat with his son too, but now he has returned to the boarding school he said." Gitun.

Suko once again just nodded. His memory was immediately opened, he remembered when a few days ago Ari met him and asked for help to find someone's address. And the man on the porch of the house that had been in the lyrics of Suko, Suko sure is the person Ari was looking for.

"A few days ago, Ari met me, Ms. Yu." Said Suko later.

At that instant Gitun was surprised and immediately straightened his sitting position.

"Ari, Dik? Where is Ari now?" Tanya Gitun hunts.

"He's not long, just want my help finding people's addresses, that's also his friend's request. After that, he went straight back to London. I told you to stop by but the kid is just as stubborn as Kang Dasman." Suko complained.

Suddenly Gitun could no longer hold back her tears. How not, since her marriage to Slamet, her current husband, Ari never once met her.

"He's okay, isn't he?" Ask Gitun worriedly.

Suko nodded. "As I have often reported, Ms. Yu. Ari's fine."

Slamet noticed Gitun's uneasiness and longing for his son with his previous husband, and then stroked Gitun's shoulder to try to calm him down.

"It's wrong, Ms. Yu, Dik." The crying of Gitun was increasingly unable to be held back.

"Already, Bune. Don't blame yourself. If you think you are wrong too. We're just as wrong because of our selfishness." Slamet.

"True Mas Slamet, Ms. Yu. Don't blame yourself. It's all been happening. I'm sure in the next few days I'll bring Ari here." Suko said with confidence.

"Ari might want to, brother. Hadn't he been trying to persuade her all this time. As a result, Ari still does not want to see me, right?" Gitun's voice sounded desperate.

"This time is different, Ms. Yu. Ma'am Yu just trust me." Suko reassured Gitun. Gitun started to show her smile.

Not long after spending a glass of tea presented by Gitun to him, Suko resigned from the house. Gitun and Slamet drove Suko to the front door. While walking to his car, Suko turned to the house next door again, the man was no longer there. Suko immediately rushed to her car.

When he was in the car, Suko did not immediately start the engine of his car, he actually pulled out his phone and made a call. There was a voice shortly from across the phone.

"Ari, Mr. Lek has the address information you requested." Said Suko after hearing the answer from across.

"Really, send it to me immediately, Lek." Ari aka Godril seemed excited when she heard that.

"His wife's name was Sarah, and she had a daughter named Habiba, now she's in the boarding house." Suko said to Ari Godril.

"Hmmm, then their address, Lek?" Ask Ari Godril.

"There's a condition for you, Lek." Suko.

"Condition? What other conditions, Lek?" Ari asked sounding lazy.

"You come and meet your mother. If you're there, you call Mr. Lek, and Mr. Lek will tell you." Speak Suko without stale bases.

"Ah, what kind of condition is this, Lek. Are there no other conditions?" Ari denied.

"just that. There's nothing else. It's all up to you. The decision is in your hands!" After saying that Suko immediately closed her phone without waiting for Ari's reply. Suko knew, if the chatter continued, that there Ari would argue and reason, and in the end Suko would only lose the argument with Ari. Impressed cunning, but Suko has no other choice. After all, he wants Ari to be able to accept Slamet as a father, he continued, just like Slamet who from the beginning accepted Ari even like his own son.

After closing the phone, Suko immediately started the engine of his car and passed from the front road of the house Gitun. The bright lights from his car immediately pierced through the dark streets along the village road.

Seriate...