GOODBYE

27. chinese love ballad

The gate of the fort was closed, solid and thick. Akas stuck alone, imagined Asihnya confined behind the great wall of China. What are you doing, honey? Do you miss me? When can we talk again? When can I see your sweet smile? Tell me, what should I do? Say, honey, say....

The cause, although not voiced, was clearly intercepted by Akas. Not far, that's. First, it concerns the element of humiliation that flows within him. Second, connected to Christianity all the humiliation of her brother. Although he had been conscious since far away, Akas did not mind being stunned as well. To be honest, he had not expected to such an extent their view of this. “Say, which side is wrong, Ms Rani? What does this have to do with my sincere feelings of love for Asih?” jaka's heart.

When it comes to heredity, that is how it is. Akas did not want to deny that, because his mother was clearly Chinese. Grandparents of her mother, a Chinese couple. But why is it so easy to ignore the fact that he is now a Muslim? Just like them. Wh why? What is this really about?

Indeed, Akas occasionally drove his brother to church or picked him up, if Mas Tomo was being hindered by duty. But, his vow by Allah, he did not become a Christian because of it. Just take her sister away. A sister who lived in her brother's house, ate a drink and financed her brother's school, then she helped the brother. Was wrong? If this is wrong, please tell me, what is it really like?

About Rani's humiliation, Akas bobbing heads. “Look at my sister for a moment, take a good look, what's beautiful ugly? Evil what not? If anyone dares to brag that Ma'am Rani is like a witch, I'll tie you to the spot! Where's the evil side? Where's the horn? Come, show! I challenge you!” it's in the heart. Then, continue to shake.

What's wrong with China? In fact, the history of the Guardians clearly reported that he-he was a lot of Chinese, besides Arab. Including Wali Songo. Don't forget or pretend to forget that Admiral Cheng Ho is also Chinese. Not Java, not Sunda, not just a derivative. Original Cinema.

“He, bujang Jawa, delay you later. Dare to be alone here..,” Idung approached Akas, who was sitting in a roll of fret.

The Javanese bujang grimaced bitterly.

“Again?” ask Idung.

“Bengong. Let's be slow,” replied Akas, elek-elekan.

“Hah, let's move. The real thing, just figured you out,"

Idung pulls Akas' hand. From earlier this nephew met his gedenya gawking alone in the boundary of the cemetery area behind the Great Mosque. Look at the tombs there.

But, Akas survives. “Here alone, Kang. Delicious..”

“What's good?” Idung.

“Enak ngebayangin the dead. No problem.”

“Huah? Who says there is no problem? Come move-move...”.

Idung took her again, the present date. Forced play. Must have been Akas nurut. While grumbling, caught hearing by the jaka, his uncle said that Asih also suffered....

“Why Careful, Kang?”

“Hem?”

“Asih, why?”

“Oo, suffer greatly from him. For the Javanese bujang, hehehe..”.

Damn it, use chuckle all this Kang Idung. Forced to Akas so follow nyerdeh wry. “How is it?”

“Have a cigarette, don't you?” Idung balik nanya.

“Ada.”

“Well, if so, we go to the square. By the way there.”

“Why?” ask Akas, acting bloon.

“You sound Kyai Sanusi?”

Akas. “Let Kang Idung say, not me..”

Idung glared again, “Ya already. Not be.”

Then, sit them on one of the park benches in the square which is located in front of the Great Mosque. Cigarette issued. The same, there are only two sticks from a package that was given by Mas Tomo yesterday. It's okay, the important thing is Dji Sam Soe, even though it's a tight position. The match has Kang Idung, always ready for him if this part. The cigarette sucked. Then, chant the sad song. Akas listened feelingly....

“That's, Cash. At home, as I know, Asih fought back. So until now braked continues,” Idung said slowly.

I looked down, twitching his warm eyes. Apparently, Asih carried out a rebellion also behind the great wall of China. Opposed “womeness” being charged to him. Not staying silent, the same fight. Like Kartini or Nurbaya, maybe....

“Why is Kang Idung new story? Has it been a while?” Akas protest. Only now did he hear that story. Since her relationship with Asih her family had been recokin for almost the past six months, it was as if no one knew anything of the happenings in Kyai Sanusi's house. The people of the mosque are silent about this affair, even though almost all know because the news has spread. Meanwhile, Akas has no access to the inside.

“Yaa, I'm sorry, Kas. The problem concerns Kyai, be disinclined. Youknowah. Right now, I can say I'm reckless. Yes, right?”

Akas sighed. You can understand the reason. It is indeed.

“What's up, Kang?” after him, there was a reckless informant.

“Yaa, about that anyway. The point is, Asih keukeuh refused. I've heard him cry screaming, don't want to! Anyway, I'm Akas! So...”

I'm looking at his uncle, “Truly this, Kang?”

Idung. Very convincing in his style.

Akas was down again. You see, the eyes feel increasingly warm glazed. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

“Oo yes, not all Asih brothers do not like you. There are also those who fans, hehehe...,” Idung chuckles down.

Akas looking up, “Who?”

Idung mentioned a few names. Among them, himself and Asih's older cousin named Arkam. Kang Idung is still a relative of Kyai Sanusi, Asih counted his nephew though not directly. If Arkam is closer, it may be said to include people in the palace. It is fitting that he never put a face like Akas, like others, although not also familiar. Maybe because the situation is now a million storm typhoons. Previously, Akas and Arkam did not have a chance to know because Asih's older cousin had just returned from the mesantren, ahead of the storm storm. Get to know the ordinary, introductions as fellow masjiders, “callons-candidates of paradise”. Said.

That's so....

Tomorrow, Akas gets a more in-depth story from the man in the palace. The outline of the plot was the same as that Kang Idung had reported yesterday, but that now felt even more heart-slicing. Arkam was good at describing the situation. She narrates by including her taste as a sister.

“Yes Allah.., Asihku alone in there, tormented and languished. What can I do to help him? How-to? Truly, whoever knows, please inform me.” The jaka's heart groans in silence.

This sadness, it feels like it has reached the top of the thistles. What her brother used to worry about, turned out to be true. I know “salahnya”, but do not understand why. “What's my fault? What's my fault? Is it because of my insolence? Is it because of my brother's Christianity? Is it because of my failure to chant a bald Arab? Or maybe because of my Islam? What...? say!” his heart screamed loudly.

So, shabby, Akas came to the house of his father Asih. Two days and two nights, the beautiful face of her languishing pink princess was as if firmly attached to the eye sockets. Spung deep into the recesses of the heart. “Damn it! I really love him, why do others torture? Don't you realize that must hurt that way? If you don't believe me, ask Ms. Rani..!”

However, how many greetings he sent through the pressure of the neck veins, did not come a response. I tried again several times, staying the same. Sang jaka also shook his head while staring at the nanar. Incredibly annoying and irritating. The flames of anger began to aggressively lick the crown. Akas no longer care for the gazes of the citizens who watch his brash action. Like the word, if he should be struck by Kopkamtib because of this, snare! But, be careful, he must have gone berserk first. Guaranteed!

Shortly before his feet really broke the door of this fence, suddenly a drop of dew dawned, “Kas, what are you doing?” greet Rani, with her characteristic soft sighs lashing out. Akas was surprised, momentarily stunned to look at the motherly face of the second brother....

“What's wrong?” Rani nodded again.

“Wait friends, Ma'am,” replied the sister, after sighing.

Rani Mesem, “Neither came her friend, huh? Home yuk..”

Then, without asking for approval first, Rani immediately took Akas' arm and brought the brother who was being rolled up the hell heat away from the fence. Miraculously, Akas seret also although obviously his brother did not play betot like Kang Idung yesterday.

Later that night, at about half-time three in the morning, Akas heard her brother report to her husband about his sister's behavior yesterday afternoon. Perhaps the youngest brother is already or still sleeping. Who could?

And so, Akas listened. In essence, Rani is sad that her old pain, now befalls her sister and Asih. The same goes for the romance of his parents. Then, with wisdom wisdom in the representation's deliberations, the husband calmed down the sobbing “Goddess Kwan Im”. “Quiet Ran. I'm not admitting to eagle cacune? The eagle must have been able to overcome this. If not strong, name it. Lagian has not asked for life, still around the victim feeling,” he said, rada nyebelin.

Forced to grimace wryly. Fucking Mas Tomo. But he wasn't angry because he knew his brother-in-law was well-meaning. Just, by the way can you borrow the gun, Mas? Just sec. A lot of bullets....