GOODBYE

29. stubborn

The three-week interval of the jaka rolled up fretfully, came word from Arkam. He said, tonight Asih was picked up. Because, reportedly there the virgin also did a fairly action of resistance to shake the family. I am confused too. He should be excited or even more anxious to hear this. I don't know.

However, fretting turns out. The old treatment, it happened again. Asih, who now if walking always lowered it, looked carefree, pale, and pias. The bodyguard next to him was so willing to carry out the duty mandate. The heart of Akas feels rotten. A meltdown is like a skyscraper being torn down. Debris scattered, the dust scroll as if it was not going to be finished subsiding. “Yes God, should I let this?” he mused a long time ago, “No!”

So, Akas also began to show a blatant resistance. No playing underground anymore. Every before Maghrib and dawn, he deliberately waited for Asih and his guards to pass. When he met, Akas stared intently at his lover's bodyguard. The model of the gaze of the eagle of Batu Raden who glared at the polpolan. Whoever the bodyguard is, the jaka doesn't care. Male or female, biological or not, the same. He was determined to give up. That is, until the opponent takes his eyes off. Asih did not know this sight-seeing event, because he now if walking always looked down.

Not only that. But despite the responsibility, Akas now does not want to understand that Kyai Sanusi who became a prayer priest. Cuek alone, sitting in the outer courtyard of the mosque. Later, when the congregation was over, then he prayed alone. Stand openly among those who are praying. Of course, many reprimands came to him for this lack of attitude. From his friends, including Kang Idung and Arkam. But, Akas was just grimacing the horse. Friends don't know what it's like, do they? So, the jaka continued to bersuek ria....

There's still. If Kyai Sanusi gives a lesson, Akas goes along. But, sitting in the back, misah from the crowd. Already so, instead of listening, he was busy staring at his father Asih who was guiding the people. If Kyai Sanusi glances, quickly the jaka looks down. If it is safe, back to glare. Keep going, like Tom and Jerry.

Once, in the middle of the show, Akas saw Kyai Khalil smiling at him. Uniquely, the jaka reply mesem. In his mind, he felt Kyai Khalil knew of this severe case. Let it be, everyone knows it too. Then, when the assembly broke up, Akas joined the salaman and kissed hands. But, not to Kyai Sanusi, to the other half. So, Kyai Khalil returned smiling to receive the jaka's kiss. Apparently, Kyai Sanusi does not know the reason for the bully of his youngest daughter. You see, people scramble shaman with him. He thought, the bachelor “nyebelin” Java had also been. Hehe....

Keep repeating for a long time. To this day, Akas faces off against a triumvirate of Asih's non-concept brothers in the back sector of the mosque. In a patch of empty burial ground. What business? Combat preparation. They were upset by the resistance of the Javanese bachelor who did not budge. Meanwhile, Akas is also annoyed with their style that pretentious brother Asih. “Hah! You're new brothers! I'm her lover!” snapped the jaka, when they were involved in the coachman's debate about Asih near the ablution two days ago.

Actually, they're friends. Before this “case berat” spread, their story is as genre. Joking together, sharing together, and so on together. Then, because of “Admiral Cheng Ho”, the togetherness stiffened, continued to stretch. Now, it seems ready to be a real peg. Of course, the original Akas did not expect this. Maybe they are too. But, this is what it is. After the coachman debate two days ago, today Akas got news, he said they boasted that if he was not his sister PM, had been given from yesterday. Goddamnit! Want to know Batu Raden eagle strike?! Come on...!

“He! Uh! What's this! What is this!” Idung appeared in the grave while carrying a stick. No responsibility, the stick is swung left right like a tramtib apparatus.

“File, get there you!” yell again.

I was silent, continuing to stare sharply at the three prospective opponents. Arkam and several senior mosqueers came to help Kang Idung. I think there's intel reporting. Then, without further ado, Arkam flanked and pulled Akas away from the arena. The love is struggling, really struggling. Arkam. Two of his colleagues came to help, three of them were crabbing the eagle. KO-lah, Akas Nurut dragged out of the cemetery. There, three prospective opponents were also led away by Kang Idung using his stick. Directly obey them, like a duck in his shepherd.

Yes already. It wasn't a gladiator that day.

Only, frankly, tomorrow Akas becomes reluctant at the mosque. That is, lazy get-together there. Come maghrib, pray, keep coming home. Come again at dawn, pray, go home. Wis, just like that. Rani and Sutomo who can hear the story of the failed battle in the cemetery arena was also a head-scarf. Bandel turns cucune eagle....

Until one day, Arkam came to meet Akas at his house, bakda ashar. The recalcitrant does not go to the mosque, prays at home. The story is going bad. Sit them on the front porch. Diem-dieman for a while....

“Kas, Kas..., it's a pity that you are the same Asih, yes?” Arkam makes opening. Use a little variation.

I'm just silent. Wear her again? Is it less clear?

“lyalah, I know you love my sister. But, reality should also be considered,” murmured this Mas-nya Asih.

What do you mean by reality? And Akas remained silent.

“Begini, Kas...” then, Arkam also spoke about the suffering experienced by Asih behind the great wall of China.

In silence Akas listened, then slowly drifting dissolved. More weight turns out to be now borne Asih than before. Obviously heavier because it was flirted cheerfully when on the last Randu Alas. When the letters “Nyi Mas Badriyah” visit him every week.

“Live severe pain that has not. If the heat of fever, it has been a drought..,” Arkam completed the first session of his speech.

I stared at Arkam: Is this really the news?

Akas is back down. It feels that both eyes warm, then slowly clear-cut glass.

Quiet for a long time.

“Kas, don't be moody. So not good. I came here, not a messenger of anyone. I want to, because you're my friend. Count my sister when you see her age. My other brother, many Kas...” Arkam sighed, but rather strangely his last tone. Seems to contain the mustahal hil of Mr. Asmuni.

Akas looked up. Whatdoes thatmean?

Arkam nyerdeh, has not yet given an explanation.

“What do you mean, Kang?” finally Akas asked.

Curious too. “Yaa, so. Many sister. There are men, women there, hehehe..”.

Forced to grimace. Clearly it's the shrimp behind the peyek. However, where can it be? Is there a “beating” Asih? Not just about the ayune, other aspects as well. Especially that heart. So, after grimacing for a while, Akas continued with a glare.

“Waduh, don't mess around with his eyes, hehehe.... My intentions are good, Kas. Don't get me wrong. Listen, reality is not always the same as we want. The desire to come here reality to there, could have happened. It can be so. Many examples. Well, you see for yourself this reality of yours. Want to keep this up? If you want, please. Rights of each.”

“Ah, Kang Arkam's. Keep fighting dong. Cook up?”

“Ah, this is my sister. Different with smart. Do you want to bablas kecemplung well even though it can actually avoid? Just keep fighting until you get into the well, then? It's not fighting, it's ridiculous. So, play smart. Look, realize, then make the right decision. That's how it is, Dik..”.

Akas sighed. At first glance, it permeated also the delivery of this ally. Being chased by reason, it seems. Say, there is no hope. But love is not a matter of reason? Love is a heart. If you use sense, it should not be made from the beginning because of. As Kang Idung once reminded. Will there be a yellow veil, a green veil, a white veil? The ones without the hood are also available. Then, why keep the keukeh want a pink veil? In fact, it is clearly rumored that the youngest daughter of Kyai Ahmad Sanusi. Who does not know him, means not the people here. So, hows? Liver business? Aye!

So Arkam's proposition was broken.... Arkam bobbing heads see the hardness of the head of this Javanese bujang. Teuas babatok, if Sundanese. Akas doesn't care. Anyway, once Asih remains Asih. Life Asih ...!

“Already, gini only. Let's go to the mosque now. While waiting for maghrib,” take Arkam, forcing. The tone, frankly there is - a desperate tone.

“Depart, Kang. Still old.”

“Now...!” replace the Arkam who is ticking now.

I'm gasping, “Why the hell, Kang?”

“Already, don't ask around!” Arkam is getting bigger.

Yes, I had to obey. Change clothes, take a sarong and a skullcap, then pull it out to the mosque. All the way there, Arkam scowled continuously. I don't know why. Maybe still upset because the reason behind his mainstay was broken in two.

Ee, he knows there are two of his sisters Arkam in the courtyard of the mosque. Less clear, whose sister this is from. Anyway two, and pretty all. Arkam can also slash horses again now. Glad he saw the java bujang kelimungan. Wear flickering eyes flickering all the sister who is blinking it. Busyets.... For a moment, Akas admitted that Arkam's reasoning seemed whole again. I think that's right, he should play smart. Play reason in love.

However, after the Maghrib prayer congregation, set set set.., Asih dancing in the jaka eye pelup. Not just there, penetrating the head and in the hearts of all. Yes, tenan euy. As if - composed of the original genuine parts of the angel of heaven. Sorry, through the two beautiful sisters. And so, Akas was slammed back. “Tidaakk!” he replied, when Arkam asked for a conclusion. The good allies were stunned. What isn't? What's crazy Akas? Pardon paralun....