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12. chat tree stretcher

The tree chat continued....

“According to Islam, there were four prophets to whom the scriptures were handed down. That is, they are assigned to convey religion. First, Moses, the book of the Torah, his people were called Jews. The Prophet David followed with the book of Zabur which supported the Torah. Both are for the Jews. Then came Jesus or Jesus Christ. To him is revealed the Gospel, his people are called Christians. Lastly, Prophet Muhammad with al-Qur’an, his people are called Muslims.” continued Arabi.

“Terus?” ask Akas, because Arabi stopped a long time ago.

“Hehehe...., would you like to do?”

I countered a little bit to compensate for the sweet whimper of Arabi, the sweet pepper of nyebelin.

“When the Torah and Zabur were present, it means that God intended Jewish teaching as a religion. The time of the gospel comes down, meaning God wants Christianity to be a religion. Now, when revealed al-Qur’an, means Islam that He wills. Just, why be at a loss, huh?” Arabi grinned again.

Boro-boro followed the grin, Akas glared round. You see what Arabi said just now, very bad according to his reasoning. For, it is as meaningful as canceling all other religious teachings, except Islam.

“Hehehe. You've glared so, anyway.”

“Shortly, do you mean how is this?” Akas is still glaring.

“Yes that. Cook don't understand?” Arabi grinning nyebelin again.

“So, you mean, what is true is Islam? That?” Akas chased, remained round glaring at him.

“Kan, did you say the source was the same? Forgot, huh?” tangkis Arabi's.

I was silent, kept glaring.

“Tuh, right? It's hard.... Earlier, maksa-maksa asked for dirusin, turn diusin even screech. His eyes glare. Dad, hehehe...”.

Forced Akas to relax the tension of his eye muscles.

“Not that, Rab. You don't get mad dong..”.

“Lho, who is angry?” tangkis Arabi while moving his eyebrows, his lips remain tuned. “But, it's already ah. Quite this first for whose hobby glares. Fear me, hehehe.... Anyway, why don't you just ask directly with Mbah Bagyo? Beres.”

“Although Mbah Bagyo knows?” Akas was a little surprised.

“Yee, carelessly you. Your grandfather was a pesantren? Far know he is compared to me,” said Arabi.

“Ah, which is real?”

Arabi frowns. “You don't know, don't you believe? Your grandfather was his Islamic knowledge in. I keep killing if the debate with Mbah Bagyo in the mosque, just as he is visiting here. About kayak, little. Brought up with your grandfather. If you don't believe it, try it yourself.”

Akas gawking. Mbah Bagyo's? Ls i? All this time it does not seem passionate, just kalem-kalem innannya.

And, really. Arabi does not want to talk anymore. Fished, still unwilling. Just whiny. “Tanya Mbah Bagyo” continues, the answer. Yes, they continue to talk about the past and the stories of the present in their respective positions. Between Batu Raden and Sedayu.

Until finally, the time Akas had not to stay here was up. He should go home now. If it is late, we are guaranteed to run out of buses. Meanwhile, Father Jo has not been seen coming home....

“It's afternoon, Rab. I have to go back now,”.

“No Waiting for Father Jo first? Who knows when I'll be home.”

Akas sighed. “Ngot. I promised Mbah Bagyo that I would not stay here.”

“OK, I went back first yes,” said Akas, after a moment of silence.

Arabi nodded, “Need to be escorted to the road?”

“Ah, you are this. Kayak princess just play inter-dependence.”

“Lho, right? Shy princess already exists, this one confused princess, hehehe..”.

“Damn you,” Akas nyerdeh.

The two sides chuckled for a while....

Then, it was difficult for Akas to reject the leaf offered by his son, Mr. Kasim. You see, it needs to be. Since Arabi from the first love to play hard in this case, then “ imposed” he cantongi also his money. Anyway, who wouldn't? Ngatijo was demen, sure.

On the way to the highway, he crossed his old house again. Time also came through here, but that wasn't this big. Maybe I'm happy to say yes to Father Jo about the offer. Now another time, his heart felt squeezed by a giant handcuffs.

While continuing to walk, the shadow of the mother seemed to be present in the eye pelupuk. His beautiful mother, the white of her skin, the long of her hair, and the kind of her heart. “Goddess Kwan Im” was smiling gracefully. Truly, Akas wanted to reply, but could not bear it because at once his eyes were filled with clear glass. Then, by continuing to spread a smile, slowly “sang dewi” faded while waving. “Mother..,” Akas sighed slowly. A drop of clear detached from its petals. Rolling down....

***

Two days since returning from Sedayu, Akas much pensive. The feeling again floated like a kite. If you think of using reason, back and forth to mules, still the conclusion is stupid to reject the offer. Like throwing away gold that has been grasped. But, if you think of using the heart, then he must oppose his own heart, the conclusion is even more stupid. How can the heart be opposed? So, he was like a fruit like a yellow light at the crossroads. Forward hit, backward hit. Silence is also....

Father Jo did remind that sometimes it takes sacrifice. Not just sometimes, often even he said. Honestly, Akas was ready to go through that if his heart did not resist. Let's say his heart agrees, then his grandparents disagree, then he will sacrifice. But, this one is precisely his heart that opposes, his heart that does not accept. If forced, is that what is called sacrifice? According to him, definitely not. Where is there such a sacrifice? Probably lying.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. His eyes were closed, slowly opening. Ee, Ngatijo was entrenched again in front of him like a tumor. From yesterday his adopted son Mbah Bagyo continues to ngerecokin kementungannya. Ask “ada apa” only.

“What to, Jo?” jolts, whizzing.

“Oalah, fierce. Just want to come sit down,” timpal Ngatijo without sin, but his lips bland.

Akas grunted quietly, Ngatijo continued nyerdeh.

Silent moment.

“What's the matter, Cash?” Ngatijo started again.

Acute head bobbles. I don't know how many times Ngatijo is wondering continue “ada apa” since yesterday. The inn, ngeselin.

“Kas, what's up, anyway?” he repeated the question. Equally, just shift the place just his words.

“Angel, Jo, angeeel..,” Akas replied in a riled up tone.

“Oo, who used to be no angel, huh? Now just hard, hehehe..”.

So Akas moved to reach for his sandal. But, this good foster brother immediately scatters first. Overwhelmed by the responsibility, Akas chased him to some distance over there.

“Iya, yes..., who wants to be a father...!” exclaim Ngatijo, while running fast-ngepot.

Heh? I was shocked, and immediately braked suddenly. What say? Want to be a father? How can you know? “Hoei, Jo! Jo...! Wait...!” I asked him to stop. But, Ngatijo continued with a chuckle. Acute head bobbles. Segan chasing him again because the rancid ran towards the rice field which is clearly slippery riper because last night it rained. It is good to wait at home. If she's hungry, she'll be nongol herself...

Akas returned home with the addition of another confused one. How could he know, huh?