GOODBYE

15. Islam

After the affair with Reverend Joshua, Akas stopped by Mr. Kasim's shop looking for Yamani. The story, want proclamation all vent a little. Share the flavor because Yamani follow “responsible”. Although it can be said to end well, but not lightly the inner pressure experienced by Akas at Father Jo's house earlier.

However, there was nothing that turned out to be the white Arab. His father said he was going to Jepara on business.

“In that case, I say goodbye, Sir,” Akas said to Tuan Kasim, his godfather mafioso meubel Sedayu.

“Pamit where to go?” ask Kasim.

“Return...”.

“Lho, tired of going down this mountain you just need to meet Yamani?”

“Iya, part.”

“Other parts?”

“So I've met Father Jo at his house.”

“Oo? What happened there?”

“Nothing, Sir. Just a regular chat.”

“Sini, here...,” Kasim pulls Akas into his shop.

The drawn ones are clearly deflated easily. Mr. Kasim has his hands big, curly-feathered too....

“Sit,” he said again while pointing at the chairs there.

I'm obedient, because it's free to oppose the will of the godfather. Yamani is equally hairy KO. In the past, if again upset to his father, the white Arab nicknamed his favorite father Al Capone, hehehe....

“Iyem! Make two drinks, bring the cake too!” Mr. Al Capone cried out to no one. There are a lot of people there. “Come stories,” the door to Akas.

“What story, Mister?”

“News what happened at Father Jo's house earlier.”

“Nothing happened, sir. Just chat.”

“Ya that. What happened to chat?”

Duh, don't lie Yamani. Complicated too Mr. Al Capone. Akas was silent for a moment. Should I talk to Father Jo?

“File, your father my sister, your mother also my sister. So, you are still my son even though it is not a mancung starch, hahaha..”.

I had to laugh. Damn, not too bad, he said.

“Come, how was the story?” pinta Eunuch. “If you don't want to talk, I fire you as my son.”

Akas grimaced scratching his head. Looking around, there was no gap to escape. Oh, never mind, be forced....

Akas also told a story. Starting from the arrival of Father Jo to Baturaden, set in Yamani under a palanquin tree, talking with his grandfather, to meet Pastor Josuah at his house earlier. Throughout the story, Mr. Kasim did not interrupt or ask at all. He just hears and hears. A good listener turns out to be this. Good time, in fact. Not that easy, frankly easy to be a talker than a listener.

As soon as it was over, without further ado, Mr. Kasim immediately embraced the child without his starch. Busyet, Akas. You see Yamani's father was a big tall usually Arab. Fat anyway. Tight chest Akas kegencet belly gentong the godfather. Good thing “persecution” is not used for long.

“You were right, Nafi, hehehe...,” muttered Kasim while sitting back down.

Mr. Kasim did not reply, continuing to chuckle.

“What's it, Mister?” I asked again, curious.

“No, it's okay.”

“Tuh, right? Turn sir, do not want to tell,” the youngest protest.

“Hehehe...,” Eunuch chuckled again. “Drink first,” he said.

A maid brought him a drink and cakes that the photographer had asked for. “Still, Mom,” says Akas. The forty-year-old maid returned a smile before turning back. Beaver eunuch, pay attention to the youngest child “adikya” this.

“Come to drink,” take him. Akas nodded.

They also enjoy a moment of the available treats....

“So, what is true, Mister?” Akas asked again, shortly after enjoying the dish.

“Hem?” Kasim looked at his young guest.

“So said Sir, my father was right. Right what?”

“Hahaha..,” Kasim laughed out loud.

“Wah, not fair game. If you do not want to tell me, I go home now,” Akas threatened. “It's full....

“Huahaha...,” even louder Mr. Al Capone's laughter.

Forced to join Akas. Then, “Master...,” he bluffs again while rounding his eyes.

“lya, yes..” said Kasim, as laughter subsides. “I remember your father. I used to scold your father about his Christian children. Your father said no, because he believed one of his sons would be Islam. Frankly, Hanafi calls you, Akas, and right turns out.”

I'm surprised to be happy, “Iya is, Mister?”

Eunuch nodded with a smile.

I smile back. Warm clear that suddenly burst up into his eye fertilizer, he held it hard so as not to spill here.

“Why me, Mister?” she asked. “Maybe you said the reason?”

Mr. Kasim shook his head. “Your father did not say, just said sure that you will become Islam. If I say, because you are the most similar to your father, compared to your brothers. Your eyes are a bit Haryati, hahaha.... It's not slippery indeed, but there are still tones of Cinanya.”

Akas grimacing.

“Well, if you are grinning so, it looks clear capital Haryati,” sambar Mr. Al Capone, then back.

Akas chuckled. God fucking. But, it's okay, because Akas knows exactly that his mother's eyes are as beautiful as diamonds....

That was part of the youngest's conversation with Mr. Kasim. From him he knew that his father had suspected that in the meantime, Akas did not want to deny that it strengthened his belief in this choice.

Islams....