GOODBYE

10. the decision is decided

“Where, Mbah?” I seduced his grandmother. Just now he told me the purpose and purpose of Father Jo's arrival yesterday.

Surtiyah pensively looked at her granddaughter, then returned limping.

“Where, Mbah?” Akas repeated his appeal.

The grandmother breathed. “Ya already, said there with Mbah Bagyomu,” he said, pitched in agony.

“That's exactly the case, Mbah..,” Akas scratching the head.

“What problems? You will tell Father Jo, want to ask permission first to Mbah Bagyo. Yes already, say there.”

“Alaah, this Mbah, has not understood as well. Gini you know Mbah, Mbah Murti who told Mbah Bagyo. Let it taste good, so. Cook me?” Akas is back to seduce.

“Lho, why Mbah? Who wants to be a priest, who?” tangkis.

Acute head bobbles. Repot turned out to seduce former freedom fighters, even without a hint of service. Difficult to be invited compact, he wants to play straight-line continuously. In fact, sometimes it is also necessary to maneuver for the achievement of the goal. Aye, right? Cook busted the rhino all of it?

The problem is like this, Akas reluctantly said directly to his grandfather. Precisely, trembling. I don't know, yesterday the feeling of steel is now so krupuk. Wear the event back and forth all. That's why she needs Grandma's help to open up this conversation to her grandfather. Moral support of course. However, it turns out that the grandmother modeled so too. Difficult dialing...

After all, Akas was aware of his grandfather's Islam. If suddenly the only grandson who still looks like this says he wants to be a Christian priest, his dragons will be novel, at least starry. It can't be just a short story. Although the grandfather seems, as soon as his father does not force his family members to embrace Islam, but Akas' feelings say that Mbah Bagyo will not stay silent this time. You see, the rest of him is the only grandson who is still mixed nuances. All of her sisters are fully Christian. So, in Akas's mind, what remains must be mandatory “saved”. That way, more or less it sounds.

So, hows? I don't know....

For the next three days, Akas was busy weighing himself. Dumbness still accompanies to talk directly to his grandfather. Meanwhile, “logis” support expected from the grandmother, hampered. Haven't shot the beloved grandmother apparently to her husband. After all, the grandfather looks relaxed, not reacting “ as it should”. Duh, it's jammed.

The fourth night, as he stared at the ceiling of the room made of woven bamboo skin, Patet Jo said again in his mind. “The decision is finally on you. Not in me, not in Mbah, not in anyone. It's on your own..” And so, Akas let out a long breath. Wejangan Father Jo it is not new this once tinggalnya, yesterday-yesterday has been a lot. Only the one that just now was really feeling.

“It looks like it should be. So, what's my decision?” Akas deepened, then again sighed and pondered for a long time. In her daydreaming, imagine a beautiful. He saw himself wearing the uniform of a would-be priest, studying in a spacious and nice classroom. Do not wear dizzy-dizziness thinking costs because all has been borne by the church. Then, in time, he was in charge of guiding the people. Standing on the church podium, sowing the enlightenment of the soul. His congregation nodded with a brightly carried face. Uuh, nothing is not beautiful rainbow shadow. Can be said beautiful all.

So, hows?

I sighed a few times, then nodded. “Alright, I want to be a priest,” he said inwardly. That is, he accepted Father Jo's offer to study at the priest's school. The term Java kasarannya, guoblok tenan if you do not want. Frankly, his feelings were as if flying after being able to independently take this important decision. Uh, no, not flying, hovering truer. Like kites....

Whatever-be. Anyway the hammer has been tapped, the decision has been made. Tomorrow, early in the morning, he asked permission to his grandfather to play to Sedayu. Dare to just say that, all asking for the fare. Though...

“You what?” ask Bagyo.

“Cangen with friends, Mbah,” replied Akas, politics.

The grandfather mustard, then love the fare requested by the grandson. “Back today. Don't stay,” he said kalem.

Akas was a bit choked, but immediately nodded. Must be agile, right?

“Where to, Cash?” her new grandmother appeared, urun asked.

“Eem, anu..., want to play a while to Sedayu. Kangen with friends,” Akas replied. Nimble too.

The grandmother looked at her grandson for a moment, then nodded.

“Bome today, yes?” pinta his grandfather again.

“White,” Akas snatched, then quickly run away from it...

Long story short, he arrived at Sedayu. Directly to the house of Reverend Joshua in the downtown district. His feelings were frankly still like a kite. But, come forward undaunted defending the beautiful...

“Hoei, Cash! Where are you going?” a cry sounded towards him.

Akas. “Rab!” he shouted back, while chafing.

“Where are you going?” ask Arabi, after kangen-kenan.

“There is a need,” replied Akas, floating.

Nyerengeh. “There is a need, there is a need..., where to go?”

I replied, not answering.

“You to Father Jo's house, yes?” shoot the white Arab.

Also jerked Akas. How could he know? Maybe just guessing and coincidentally right, because the direction of the road is indeed towards the house of the priest. Of course Arabi knows exactly that his best friend is a mixture of cross and moon stars, with a tendency more to Christianity.

“Iya, right?” Arabi demanded an answer.

Akas nyerdeh....

“No Father Jo, I saw go,” Arabi said without being asked.

“Where to go?” ask Akas, without knowing.

“Well, right, you want to go there, right?” Arabi glared this time.

Serengehan Akas widened. Damn, guess. He had to nod because he was found out.

“Halaah, you are this. Want to be a priest?” shoot Arabi.

“Kok you know?”

“Hoo, yeah you know. What do I not know here? I'm a descendant of the ruler Sedayu, hehehe..” Then, he told me, he said the news of the recruitment of prospective pastors had spread in Sedayu. Four, ready three. “You came here, definitely in the fourth order. Yes, right?”

Akas nodded.

“While there was no Father Jo, I saw him leave this morning. Let's just go to my house, yuk. There is a good cake there,” take the karib.

“Ah, nag you,” refute Akas.

“Yee, don't believe. Tuh, ask yourself to Tumo,” tangkis Arabi, while pointing at someone across the street.

Turibius Permono, one of the church activists. Akas approached her to confirm her recent book Arabi. As it turns out, Father Jo is out of town. Not ngibul the hairy white Arab. But, from the beginning his son Mr. Kasim is indeed an honest child. Not a lot of money, except really, hehehe....

“Where?” ask Arabi, when Akas returned to his original position.

“He-eh, being out of town,” replied the youngest, rada lemes.

“Hehehe..., do not believe in the same ruler Sedayu,” Arabi grin.

Forced to grimace. God fucking.

“Yuk, to my house,” take her again.

“Here only. Let's see Father Jo when I get home.”

Arabi looked at her sidekick for a moment. “OK,” said.

They choose a position under a large stretcher tree on the edge of the ball field. There is a wooden bench there. If Father Jo comes home later, it will be visible from here. Before proceeding, eat meatballs first. Arabi the treaty....