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17. mbak letters

Time continues to turn. This process of Islamic learning continues in Akas. If it is afternoon in the mosque, if it is night in the prayer room of his grandfather. Not bad, now he can read al-Qur’an although still ndet-ndetan, and more and more know the basic understanding of “uran hati” in Islam.

Today, around nine in the morning....

“Assalamu'alaikum, Mbah!” a cry from the front of the house.

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” sahut Bagyo from behind the house. He and his grandson were preparing garden tools. The plan today is to harvest cassava. “Kas, try you see,” said the grandfather.

Akas nodded and immediately moved to the front of the house. Turns out, Mr. Roso, the village's. He saw Akas. Who can grin, grimace back as well.

“Good morning Pak Upas glorified by God, anything I can slam?” greet Akas, kidding. Mr. “Upas” Roso is a person who likes to joke, models like Ngatijo. Tengil bin jahil's.

“Lho? Mbah Bagyo is back young? Kok even ugly, hehehe..” reply.

Tuh, right? So Akas chuckled.

“There is a letter for you. But, where is Mbah Bagyo?” asked Roso, having eased his laughter.

“There's behind. Where's the letter, sir?”

“No, had to go to Mbah Bagyo,” Roso started grimacing again.

“Lho, the letter is for me?”

“No, just Mbah Bagyo, hehehe.

Akas....

“Soal all these money orders, containing finances. If you accept ugly people, right? Hahaha..”.

Akas also mendelik. But, that's Mr. Roso, don't put the heart in because he doesn't have the heart either.... He said it himself when was last time. I mean, let's just laugh.

“What's up, So?” Bagyo appears in the arena, because he feels his granddaughter is long back to back.

“Lha, this is the new Mbah Bagyo asline, which is the palsune, hehehe...,” Roso made because again while glancing at Akas.

Bagyo chuckled, Akas glared.

“Ono opo, So?” Bagyo asked again.

“This, Mbah, there is a letter to ugly people, but I love Mbah only. You see, it contains money. If later the money is used which is not the same ugly person, I will be strong, hehehe..”.

Bagyo chuckled again while receiving the letter and money order. Akas who just after glaring at him, forced to immediately replace the grin.

“Ya already, Mbah. I say goodbye, there is still a task,” said Roso, shortly after.

“Iya, yes. Thanks, So,” replied Bagyo.

After saying hello, Mr. “Upas” Roso also prepared to mancal jengki bike in his office. The way, the jengki bike was pushed first while a bit of running, if it can be accelerated, just ridden using cowboy horseback style. Rather jumped on his saddle. Here, the first mancal technique of jengki bike is indeed so. If directly pedaled from a stationary position, the pull is heavy.

Just as the bull jumped onto the saddle, Akas exclaimed, “Pak! Banana!”

Roso. Hurry she ngerem suddenly wear “rem kaki”, forget maybe pull the handbrake because surprised. His feet were busy pressing down on the slightly descending dirt road. As a result, the bike was shaken, ngepat-ngepot left right. Good thing it stopped before it broke into the gutter.

“Muter..!” Akas continued to exclaim, then ngakak. His grandfather also chuckled.

There, while holding a piece of his clove, Roso swerved to Akas. Slowly, then laugh. He realized that he had just been bullied by an ugly person who was learning the affairs of the heart.

“Oww... cah edyan! Watch out koe.” janda Roso.

That's how it happened the next morning....

After storing the letter and money order in the bedroom closet, Bagyo immediately took his grandson to the garden. “From Rani in Magelang. Later you read it if it's from the garden, yes?” her door. Akas nodded. Easy, just read it, right? Problem, nya, today they want to harvest cassava. Not good with his bark if he waited a long time. I made a deal before.

Because of the preoccupation with handling cassava with Ngatijo which later followed after delivering Mbah Surti to the market, Akas forgot the letter. After all, the cassava is big-gede, so their spirits uproot it. This harvest event ended before Ashar. Flip from “field massacre”, directly depart again to the mosque to facilitate reading al-Qur’an as usual.

Later that night, Bagyo called his grandson....

“What, Mbah?” akas asked, while sitting on the bale-bale beside the house as usual. His grandmother was there too.

“This is your letter earlier,” Bagyo handed Rani the letter.

“Oo yes, forgot me...,” Akas nyerdeh happy. It felt like something was lacking, it turned out this.

Akas sighed after reading it, while mesem. School business again?

“Where, Cash?” ask grandpa.

I know his grandparents read this letter. The envelope was open when it was given to him. But no problem, naturally it was, his name was also a parent. Rani is also a granddaughter. Others might have it if this letter was from his girlfriend Akas who had never existed, hehehe....

“Where? Do you want to go to school there?” Bagyo asked again.

“Eem, how good is Mbah said only. I am scared,” replied the grandson. Not this pleasantry, frankly Akas is at home here even if say there is nothing. That is, they are not people, that is.

“Well don't, let Akas be here,” Surtiyah said.

Akas. Oo, disagree seems the grandmother of this former freedom fighter. Wh why?

“It has been difficult to teach Islam, later return to Christianity again,” continued Surtiyah, with a grumbling tone. His wrinkled lips were instantly manyuned.

Her husband chuckled, Akas grimaced.

The story, so it's old, Mbah Surti is a woman too. So still entitled to frown as usual women.

“Surti, Surti.., God is everything. How confused?” chirps dear husband, who is also a former freedom fighter.

“Not confused, Mas. But, Rani Lak Kristen, later if Akas so melu-melu to church again, how?” timpal Surtiyah, do not want to lose.

“Hehehe. Whose church has it? Whose mosque has it? Who do I have? Who do you have? Who does ngatijo have? Who's rani got? Who do you have? Who does Christianity have Islam? Hayo...? Hehehe. ..,” Bagyo chuckles again after shooting serenteng “punya who”.

Surtiyah was getting so much maniacal dysentery by her husband. But, another with Akas, he choked.

“Whose do you have, Mbah?” tanya terloncar.

“Lho, Mbah also does not know,” Bagyo nyerdeh.

“Halaah, Mbah this. Who's got it, anyway?”

However, his grandfather still shook his head. Forced by the grandson, steadfastly did not want to say. “Later you find out for yourself.If you already know, do not forget to tell Mbah, yes?” he said, smiling in secret.

Rusty scratching head. Why go back to gini? Never mind, it is difficult to make a former freedom fighter who is now compact nyerdeh it. Surtiyah who was a manyun, now followed laughing at the grandson. The story, is in rhythm again with the once handsome Mas Subagyo. Might as well.

Back to Rani's offer....

“Yes that was, Mbah. I just know what Mbah said,” Akas answered the third question from his grandfather about this.

Mangosteen bagyo. Surtiyah.

“School is obviously important,” said Bagyo, after a moment of silence. “But, not only because Mbah agrees you join Rani. It seems, your place is indeed there,” he continued, looking closely at the grandson.

“What do you mean, Mbah?” Akas asked what you meant by saying “your place was there” just now.

“Mbah agrees you to go there, so you can continue school.”

“Anu, Mbah, that means your place is there, what?”

“Oo, if in fact you go there, it means your place is there, right?” Bagyo smiled knot.

But, Akas is not directly yes, because the smile of the grandfather feels contains secret elements like that. “Mbah, what's up, to?” his pursuit.

“What's up, what?”

“Kok Mbah Bagyo mesem different?”

“Heh? What's different? Surti, my smile is different now, huh? Hehehe..”.

The wife chuckled, until her betel nut came off. Then, the two sepuh it compact laugh. Akas grimaced scratching his head. Repot indeed if two sepuh heart combined. Others please disappear....

Secuil Coffee

Jengki term comes from English “yankee”, which means new person. In the era after independence, the word was used by Indonesians to refer to various things that smell foreign. For example jengki house, jengki pants, and jengki bike.

Uniquely, when you hear the word jengki, the memory of Indonesians always leads to a Chinese bicycle output. In the period of the 1970s until the year 2000, various brands of bicycles from the Bamboo Curtain Country have colored the lives of people from various layers. So popular, whatever brands of Chinese production bikes in circulation such as Phoenix, Flying Piqeon, Butterfly, and Peacock; all are called jengki.