GOODBYE

21. alon-alon loon origin

“Against here, Cash,” pinta Rani.

I nodded, then shifted this chair to the chosen position....

Already a week they moved to “new home”. The house that Sutomo and Rani bought. It is simple that his house is usually houses in the neighborhood. The land area is one hundred and fifty meters. Today, coincidentally a red date, Rani buys a set of sofas, buffets, and several other household appliances. Akas helps set-up. He was with Sutomo too, but then the lieutenant got a picket schedule at his base.

Beres jiggling, Akas sat on the new sofa while wiping the sweat. Delicious too, quite bulky even though it does not include expensive sofas. Rani approached, carrying a soft drink with ice cubes. Just bought it at the front shop.

“Still, Ma'am,” said Akas, receiving his brother's sodoran

“Capek?” ask Rani.

Akas.

“Your school, how?” rani asked, a moment later.

“Aman restrained,” Akas replied, imitating the style of his sister-in-law.

“Aman controllable, safe controllable.., how?”

“Aman, Ma'am, safe. Guaranteed.”

“This really?”

Akas nodded.

* * *

Akas felt comfortable living in Kampung Kaum this with his brother. Although different religions, his brother's pair is peaceful. Like his mother's father. Uniquely, Akas often heard Rani wake her husband up for Fajr prayers, or reminiscent of other fardhu prayers. On Sundays, Sutomo takes his wife to church. He was picked up again. That's the.

As is usual kampung called Kauman or Kauman in the land of Java, whose location is always close to the local big mosque, so is this Kampung Kaum. Its location is around the back of the Great Mosque of Magelang. Of course the majority of its citizens are Muslims, alim-alim sarungan. When the time of prayer arrives, especially maghrib and dawn, they flock to the mosque. And, Akas did not want to miss, slip him in between. Be the Javanese is often seen there, in the Great Mosque. Then, start getting acquainted with the existing “candidates of paradise”. The more days, the more mixed....

In the meantime, frankly he began to look for the teacher “hati” ordered Mbah Bagyo. Who knows if he is here. So, one by one the figures of the Great Mosque he investigated. Wejangan he-he when giving lectures or on other occasions, he looked seriously. Expect to be thrown a two-word word that is stuck with the benchmark. The teacher's benchmark of the nature opened by his grandfather.

However, after a long time passed, there was nothing involved. It seems that all the figures of the Great Mosque he investigated. Starting from the hard-line style, to the moderate flow. He all gave fiqh, the science of the way of implementing Islam. Laws, propositions, rules, provisions, and the like that are outward shariah. There is nothing to discuss inward affairs, except merely the rewards, the heavens. With no condescending intent, but that was not what Akas was looking for. She's looking for “hati”. Say Shaykh Junaid, “I'm looking for love..”.

***

Time keeps turning. Not felt, almost two years already he settled in Magelang. School work is fine. Her brother's household life was always peaceful, safe sentosa. Now Rani is filling in the second one, the first one has been born more than a year ago.

However, “majur Cinta” in the Great Mosque has not been spread as well. Don't say kelar, just start it yet. What is, is still revolving around rules, rewards, and heavens. Where are your hearts and feelings? “Cinta” this, as if still immersed in the ocean trough of life. I have not yet come to say hello. This is what it is, and Akas does not want to blame anyone....

That afternoon, ahead of Maghrib, he sat leaning on one of the pillars of the outer court of the Great Mosque. Facing towards the square, looking at the crowd there. A strand of stigi wood tasbih is slowly twisted in the fingers of his right hand. Accompanying Iantunan “La ilaha illallah” in heart, as expressed by his grandfather. Mbah Bagyo said at that time, “For a while, you bawam-kan dhikr this until there is a further explanation from your teacher. Thus mandated.

Then, as a group after a group or by themselves, the people of Kaum and others began to come to the mosque, as the time of Maghrib prayer drew near. While somewhat laughing because it was dissolving dhikr, Akas looked at the “candidates of paradise” who had sprung it.

Before, nothing special. That is, such a scene is common at every time before the arrival of the Maghrib prayer time. Until then, his gaze hit three girls who walked hand in hand towards the mosque. Who is the rightmost angel? Beautiful nian....

What can be done, his half-floating consciousness immediately recovered. Tasbih is still twisted, but Akas's mind has already stuck to the pink-hooded princess there. Almost two years he's been hanging out here, feeling he's never seen that one. If two friends, he knows even though he does not know the name. They are residents of the community and are often seen in mosques. But, princess in red hood, who are you?

Dug...! The durug dug dug dug dug... Dugm!

“Waduh, Kang Idung quickly hit the beduk, anyway? Don't know if there's a heart that's electrocuted?” Akas grumbled in his heart. Forced to resign he saw the pink withering swallowed by the mosque, into the sector of women who were limited by the veil of cloth. After scratching his head for a while, Akas also withered. Maghrib prayers.

The next day, the pink princess continued. In fact, it has been present since the ashar breed, taking part in the study of girls who were guided by a long-hooded mother. Sure, Akas secretly rejoiced. From the strategic position over there, his pair of eagle eyes stole a glance. The stolen ones seem unconscious. As he was not yet conscious, his attitude was natural. Because naturally, the more beautiful it looks. And so, the eagle let out a long sigh....

To be honest, only this time did Akas feel the vibes like now. He admitted, the red-hooded girl is beautiful, but sure not because she just so horrified like this. If only beautiful, his SMEA friends are a lot of geulis. In addition to being one of the national rice barns, Magelang is also known as “bulog” nu geulis. Akeh the ahem, that's it. In the past, Dutch sinyo-sinyo was very cool to play here.

So, what is this? Of love? I guess.., yeah.

“He! Bengong only,” sounds a surprising greeting.

Akas who was daydreaming pink all stealing the eagle's ration turned his head. Kang Idung next to him.

“What the hell, Kang?” he said, a little bit.

“Hehehe...., why are you? From yesterday I saw gawking, keep?”

“Who's gawking? People are dhikr...,” refutes Akas, while lifting the prayer beads in the right hand.

“Alaah, you think I don't know, what?”

“What to try?”

“It....,” Idung points to a crowd of cute girls who are studying. “Which one, which one? Call it...”.

Akas grimacing, “Sembut what?”

“I what are you bloon, anyway?” Idung.

Akas continued grimacing, not answering.

Then, without being asked, Idung mentioned one by one the names of the girls there. Busyet, memorize it turns out this good uncle...

“Well, which one?” he asked again.

Ringisan Akas widened, but still not able to answer.

“Yang pink...,” sighs the eagle. Still, shocked myself because this speech was not planned. Just like that.

Idung nyerdeleh, looked again at the crowd of girls, then looked back at Akas while shaking his head. “Weight, weight..,” murmur.

“How heavy, Kang?” akas's forehead immediately wrinkled.

“Everything else. Tuh, the yellow veil...”.

Akas. But, “No, just pink. No more, no less,” sue the eagle.

Idung back bobbing heads, “You really don't know him?”

Akas shook his head, staring at this “paman Great Mosque”nya.

“Wah, lousy bujang Java,” grumbled Idung. “Name Nyi Mas Asih Rahayu, youngest daughter of Raden Haji Ahmad Sanusi...”.

Akas directly patted the jidat. Duh! Youngest daughter Kyai Sanusi turns out to be a hard-line figure in the Kaumai community here. One of the respected scholars of fiqh in Magelang. The man is fierce, firmly bin straight his game.

“Where? Dare, no?” Idung.

Swaying bitter.

“Bare, no?” challenge again.

I looked at his uncle who was blissfully slipping it.

“Bare,” answer later. After all, it was constantly challenged....

“Hehehe. I want to see, how strong are your rounds against Kyai Sanusi, hehehe...,” Idung chuckles.

I'm so chuckling, but euy is too.

“OK, later I will tell Asih,” said Idung.

“Ee, wait for Kang, be patient..,” Akas quickly fend off.

“Why? Said dare?” Idung back chuckled.

Rusty scratching head. “Bold ya dare, Kang. But there is a strategy, dong. Cook to shoot live like that?”

“Alaaah, many reasons. Already, firmly, dare not?”

“Brave, Kang..., but..”.

“If you dare, do not wear but-button,” Idung cut, and immediately slaughtered away while grimacing.

“Hoei, Kang, Kang.... Where are you going?” I tried to arrest his uncle. However, the uncle cuek passed while continuing to cry. Forced to be pursued, just want to stop. Talk to them, slowly, of course. Good, can add, an info. Mang Idung said, the beautiful pink-hooded sister had been mesantren in the Pesantren Randu Alas, Solo. Now he is returning home in order to have his mother die.

“But, Kang, don't rame first, huh?” pinta Akas “Kalem only, so.”

Idung. “What? Alon-alon from loon?” he said with Javanese.

Akas. “Not that, Kang. Use technique, to be smooth..”.

“Alaaah, smooth-smooth everything. Who wants the same is a lot. Late, yes, gone. Want you?”

“Oo, many have a crush, yes?”

“Hehehe..., Akas, Akas.... You think you're the only one alone who's carefree? Your rivals are heavy-heavy, young pieces all. There are also Egyptian graduates. If not reckless, what is your mainstay? Hehehe...”.

Akas gawking. Busyet, single hair fiqhter.

“How to, Kang?”

“You are reckless capital? Yeah, just keep going, hit everybody. If wanted.... If not, stop now. Free diterusin.”

I looked at his uncle....

“Where?” the uncle stared back.

Akas still looked at him for a moment, then nodded. Right, “bonek” only, bondo reckless. After all, what else would you use capital?

Idung. “Good, good. I'll send you a greeting. Accepting anything, is none of my business. Just pray long, huh? Hehehe...”.

Akas wryly grimaced.

Coffee shop

The philosophy of Java alon-alon waton loon is usually used to remind you not to rush into doing something, but must be carefully thought out. Either from the bad good side, or accuracy and neatness.

Ancient times always prioritized maximum results, not perfunctory. Or commonly said waton dadi or waton completed. 

To apply the philosophy of java alon-alon waton lunar takes patience, accuracy, and caution. Of course, it is not intended to be slow or slow in doing something. His work is stretched out, let it last, not so yes