GOODBYE

26 Why why

Thank God, it's done at last. Akas successfully graduated to “sarjana SMEA”. Of course, Rani and Sutomo were happy to see the performance of his sister's “kuliah” completed on time. The value of the diploma is good. The report was all blue, not using the red ink spill. Anyway, this is exciting news for a pair of brothers who have worked hard to send their sister in countless difficult times.

Furthermore, there is a good and right job title, all halal. Not wrong guess Akas, still have to wrestle it turns out. No one comes alone like a hawker. But that's okay because it should be. So, he began looking for information, then spread the application letter to various agencies that have been found address. Any agency, any office or factory, both public and private.

Along with this struggle, the struggle of Randu Alas road continues. I can't help but his name is also love always. In the last letter, Akas told me that he has now “sarjana”. Then came the reply this week. Asih said, he said he prayed to be allowed by him to match with “sarjana” whose house is behind the Great Mosque. Hoho, I can't afford to tell stories anymore. Out of words, rolled up in a string of lover's prayers....

“He, bengong only..!”.

Idung patted Akas' shoulders who was gawking at his strategic position. Ordinary, watch Asih in wishful thinking. But, Akas was not surprised this time, it was seen that there was a potential intruder. Then, the good uncle sat down next to him, staring at the side of the niece's face. Anu, Asih has not finished dancing. Liability, hehehe....

Silent moment. Idung began to belittle, Akas continued nyerdeh.

“Wah, this crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy...,” muttered the uncle.

Akas chuckled, along with the completion of the wishful dance.

Idung. “Saiki wae wes crazy, piye sesok?” he mumbled again. Slowly, but sound.

Akas who was chuckling, continued laughing. Damn not knowing who just enjoyed it anyway. If you know, it must be just as crazy, hehehe....

“How about Adek?” Idung opens the front.

“Good always, beautiful always. Just arrived...,” Akas grimaced.

Idung looked at his nephew, then marbled. Tuh, right? Insane hiccups too, when just heard. What if I follow you watch?

“Kang, if you want to go to Randu Alas, how to do?” I throw a question. It is up to you to be considered crazy. Emang is doing it.

“Hehehe..., what do you want?”

“Mau fishing cah ayu there, hehehe.

Then, they chuckled for a moment, like a pair of crazy warriors.

“Most is it,” replied Idung later. Continued justification of the reasons for the easiness to the Pesantren Randu Alas Solo. Ride this up that, through here through that, and so on. Until it should get there.

“But, what to make there?” he asked after this justification.

Akas flabbergasted. Ora quality once the question? Who's the real bloon, anyway?

“Make what?” Shoot again, like a real bloon.

“Yee, Kang. Kan, have you said you want to fish?” akas spray.

“Aleah reason, all the way there. It's been here, hehehe..”.

“Wah, this is not right Kang Idung. Whatdoes thatmean? I can't go on the same way, is that it? Ora iso!” grumbling Akas in heart. If the outward appearance, Joko Jowo is glaring at the uncle.

Idung laughs. “His sister's father Mr. Tomo.... Cook her brother PM, her sister doesn't know intelligence?” says sonorous.

I was flabbergasted again. “What the hell is this Idung Kang? Already brought Mas Tomo, calling all intelligence. The danger, wrong can be hit sambar Kopkamtib. Being resolute Mr. Soemijo now. Don't know, what?” chattering his heart, with more rounded eyes.

“Quiet, Bujang, day after home,” chirps Idung, after satisfied chuckling.

I'm getting flabbergasted, “Who's coming home?”

“Who else?” Idung behind her while opening her palms wide. “Kata Kyai Sanusi, enough first mesantrennya.”

For a moment, Akas was still gobsmacked, then cheered cheerfully. Unknowingly use applause anyway, such as “misbar” moviegoers (if there is a drizzle immediately disperse) if the champion appears. Idung also looked happy. In the eyes of Akas, his Great Mosque uncle was so handsome again now. It was an elek for a moment. You see, involving Mr. Soemijo all the hell. Busyets.

* * *

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, until about two months. Entering the third month, this beauty began to dim. Slowly but surely, the veil of cloudiness stretched out after the full moon. Asih's relationship with Akas began to sniff out his family. It cannot be covered up. Asih's friends must know his familiarity with the jaka when they are in the mosque and its surroundings. Initially just a young old gossip, then seep penetrating into the old people's area.

Furthermore, the cloudiness is getting darker....

Asih is no longer present at the study of bakda ashar girls. Coming to the mosque for Maghrib prayer, it was near the time. Also followed by his brother. After praying, immediately pulled home without pause. When worshipers pray Fajur more strict guard. Akas was stunned. Wh why? Wh why?

Of course he asked nicely. However, it turns out Asih was not given the right to speak, who answered his bodyguard. “Nothing!” his mouth was sniffled, while looking at the jaka. Very sad to be treated so. Frankly, if this bodyguard is not a girl and not “candidate sister-in-law”, want to feel she bleated all of them. But, it didn't happen that. Like Ebiet's message, “All I didn't do, says love people must sacrifice.”

A sacrifice? Okay ...!

Thus began the sacrifice. And, more days added runyam. As if they consider Akas a virus that must be prevented as early as possible. No gap at all. Not only siblings, whose no bladder also now participates in keeping Asih from him. Full bodyguard, female there, male available. Good thing that bar nongolnya later. If it shows up before Ebiet.

Coming to his house? Loving. At the boundary of the fence, Akas immediately barred the announcement saying Asih is not there, Asih is leaving, Asih is bobo, Asih does not want to be disturbed, and others like it. Or, no announcements at all. Just ignore it, until go alone “virus”nya.

But not all end up that way. Lastly, Akas is welcome to enter. Said the bodyguard, Kyai Sanusi was about to meet him. The jaka sighed, stiffened himself, then stepped forward....

A short time after Akas sat in the living room chair of Asih's house, Kyai Sanusi appeared. The jaka hurried to say his greetings and kissed his hand as usual. Despite being hit by “sejuta typhoon storm”, Akas still follow the fiqh assembly Kyai Sanusi. At the mosque, his attitude is mediocre to him. As always fair. Flat, equally. As if there was no “sejuta hurricane” event his Captain Haddock, his friend Tin Tin.

“Please sit,” he said, after answering greetings and receiving “kiss”.

Akas sat back down.

Silent moment....

“You can teach?” Kyai Sanusi asked, breaking silently.

Akas. Reading or reading? If teaching, referring to the definition of his grandfather, frankly he does not feel capable. When you read, whisper.

“Eem, Kyai mean, read al-Qur’an?” I asked back, looking at this Asih father.

Kyai Sanusi's forehead looks a bit wrinkled. “Iya,” answer later.

“Oo, can, Kyai..”.

Kyai Sanusi nodded, then briefly entered the house. The exit again brings a book that looks like the outside of the Qur’an. I sighed, won myself. It looks like there will be a test....

Kyai Sanusi flipped through the pages of the book. “Try you read from here,” he put the book on the table, in an open position.

And so, Akas gasped. “Duh! Mate me...” serun in heart. His eyes were round, his blood felt a quick sigh and both of his hankers instantly lemes. How not? “Arab bald” turns! I don't know what the title of the book is astounding, which is clearly bald-gundul pacul loose with letters. Hijaiyah letters, which are non-tajweed. Minimalist style, plain plontos.

Furthermore, Akas was only able to fall silent....

“Can?” asked Kyai Sanusi, a moment later.

I look at this sad to his Asih father a gaze please dispensation. “I can't if Arab is bald, Kyai. Usually an ordinary Arabic letter,” he said slowly, then lowered his head.

“Hmm...,” Kyai Sanusi mangosteen, then close the book.

“Please time to study,” pinta sang jaka, very.

Kyai Sanusi continued the mangosteen, but did not give an answer. After a moment of silence, he sent his young guest home. The exam is over.

Rela was not willing, Akas went home. His steps swayed shakily, his head lowered deeply. It felt, hovering over a kite again. For a moment, the eagle disappeared. Really am....