GOODBYE

30. How else?

Time folded back. There's no change. With or without the blatant resistance of Akas, it is still densely suffering dear Asih. Indeed, with all the fatigue of his heart, the jaka finally admitted that his charcoal had been cracked, before breaking. I mean, what else should he do. “I have to how...?” sad sigh.

Arkam. Just now Akas asked about Asih's last news. Pain or what? For the last few days he had not seen his bidadari into the mosque. Only his bodyguards held a kale.

“What's up, Kang?” Akas asked again.

Arkam was still staring, then sighed.

“Kang..,” urged the jaka. It feels, there is a “not right” again this.

“Brought to Teak Alas,” said Arkam, slowly.

Hearing that, Akas lowered his face. It was expected this way. But, where is Teak Alas? Why not go to Randu Alas again? So, he asked again....

“Pesantren Teak Alas, in Pleret area, Purworejo. To his place Father Kyai Sayuti Malik,” replied Arkam.

Oo, not far away. In Purworejo, not Solo. So Akas looked at Arkam for a long time. It seems that my brother understands what that means.

“You want to go there?” she asked.

Akas nodded immediately.

Arkam sighed. Seems to be weighing.

“Kang, just tell me where you're going. Let me go there...”.

Arkam shook his head, “Not so easy. Kyai knows Romo Sayuti Malik well, close to the nannies there. I heard, Asih was entrusted with the message of not accepting guests from Magelang who are not his family. You won't be able to meet him.”

Akas immediately lowered his head again while rubbing his face. I honestly want to cry.

“Kas, how ya.... I understand how you feel about Asih, but it's like this. Honestly, I can't wait to see you two. The one here is grim, the one there is crying almost all the time. Does this have to continue? If you say yes, whatever. But, this is how it is. I guess, sorry, there's no hope.”

Akas looked at Arkam for a moment, then looked back down.

Silence for a long time on the park bench of the square....

“Where, Cash? Still yes?” Arkam broke silent.

“If I, yes. But, I am ready too otherwise,” replied Akas, resigned.

“You mean?”

“Kan should be asked to Asih, he is yes what not?”

“Hmm, yes..,” Arkam mutters while mangosteen.

“The problem is there, Kang. I didn't get a chance to talk to Asih. Yesterday at Randu Alas, we did not say this. Just a beautiful story. Ever since Asih came home and the situation was like this, I have never been able to talk again. Boro-boro, by the way, just meet can not.”

“So, actually you want to talk also about this to Asih?”

“Yes, Kang. I also understand that this issue needs to be discussed. But, how? His guard continued to glare. I came home, dicuekin. I want to be tied up in a grave, separated. I want to send you a letter, who's it going to be? Through Jimmy? Sure it won't get to Asih. Definitely dismantled by his bodyguard.”

Arkam continued mangosteen.

“Now, Asih can not send letters from Jati Alas, right?”

Arkam looked at Akas, then nodded, “Kayaknya, yes.”

“Tuh, means I can't send a letter there either, right?”

Arkam nodded again, “No guests, no mail received.”

“Well, how should I? What to berserk like crazy?” said Akas, rasak. It feels so good in the heart. Busyet, until the fate of romance “Admiral Cheng Ho” in Magelang land.

Then, he revealed a strategy to bring Akas to Asih in Pesantren Jati Alas. There is a possibility of success because she belongs to the Kyai Sanusi family and knows some senior caregivers there. But, there are conditions. Arkam asks Akas to talk about this reality with Asih and he has to watch. So that it does not become slander he said. All right, Akas agrees. How will it later. Anyway, meet your dear Asih first....

Only then, they left. Arriving there, Arkam immediately ragged in, Akas waiting in the living room. It is a kind of room for families visiting. There are a few families there. Not long after, Arkam appeared while slightly smiling. Looks like this good air.

“Where, Kang?” whispered Akas.

“By being called, hopefully..” he replied. “Awas, by the way, huh? I brought you here to know Asih's opinion. Not nemenin you guys dating.”

Nyerengeh. Duh, how, huh? Thate.

Before long, the angel came from the door. Unknowingly, Akas glared. Beautiful nian Asih, although it looks a bit pale and slim. Slim victim feeling. Looks like Arkam didn't say that he came with Akas. Then, a moment of Asih was surprised, then raised a smile. “Mas...,” his sigh, raspy groan. Uuh, the eagle is also flabby. But, he immediately spread out the most beautiful smile he had. Go live on the pol-pol scale.

Fortunately in the pesantren, then there is no show muter-muter style Indian movie talk show that while berkilukba ria on the power pole. Enough with the smile dance. This too is amazing.

Then, they continued to smile without touching. Until then Arkam interfered with the intimacy. “Ayo...,” he said, somewhat glaring. Pissed off maybe because of feeling embezzled. I sighed, then nodded.

It's also time....

“Why, Mas?” tanya Asih, perhaps because of seeing the look on the face of a lover who suddenly stiffened after a smile.

I shook my head, forcing another smile. Then, silence. The weight of his mouth will be opened, as if it were blocked by a double padlock. Arkam nudged him again. Without a sound, only his eyes were three-quarters glaring.

“What's up, Mas?” Asih asked again, slightly wrinkled her smooth forehead.

“Begini, Darling...” Akas sighed, then flowed “tale reality” it, following his scientific study. Closed with the question, is this relationship worth maintaining?

So, Asih who was smiling, back inflamed. His white face flushed furiously, clear tears instantly gathered in the dam of petals. In a moment, it must have spilled. “Sabar, Urgent, Patient.... Don't get mad..,” Akas riled up.

Arkam also looked worried. Maybe he did not expect this kind of reaction from his beautiful non-candid sister. It seems that the older cousin wants to participate in calming Asih.

However, late....

“So, this soon, Mas?! If it's usually only this way, why not say it from the first time!” exclaim Asih. Then she cried while running in.

I'm stunned for a moment. Arkam chased and calmed his sister. Quickly Akas joined in. But, instead of tranquilizing, Asih even more so. Ramelah the living room of the pesantren. Duh, chaotic it turns out that this originally intelligent-looking plan of reason....

“Assalamu’alaikum,” heard greetings with a heavy authoritative tone of voice pressure.

Jep, a moment of silence this room. Then, “Wa’alaikum salam,” sahut all. Including Asih, with a hoarse voice because he was crying. Father Kyai Sayuti Malik was present. The guests took turns to greet him, including Akas and Arkam. Also bright.

Then, stay quiet after that. Only the remains of Asih were heard, not yet finished crying. Akas saw Father Kyai Sayuti Malik smiling at his bidawari. Not looking because of the look down. Unexpectedly, he turned back to her. Akas gasped, quickly lowered his head.

“Hahaha...,” Kyai Sayuti Malik laughed softly, patting Akas's shoulder. The one patted, keep quiet. It feels really good to move.

“Arkam, how are you Kyai Sanusi?” he asked the inside man.

“Alright, Romo,” replied Arkam, takzim.

Kyai Sayuti Malik nodded. “Asih login..,” said.

Dutifully, go in. At the door, he turned to Akas. The eagle sent a sincere smile. But it seemed Asih even like he was going to cry again, he hurriedly continued his steps. Akas stared at the nanar, as if his soul was being uprooted along with the step away from the virgin.

“Hahaha...,” Romo Kyai laughed again, slowly as before.

I look at her heartily. Frankly, his gaze was begging for help. Help me, Father. Please.., so about.

Kyai Sayuti Malik smiled. I don't know what for.

“Go home,” he said, staring at Akas.

Yes, it's over, show. After saying goodbye to Father Kyai Sayuti Malik, they returned to Magelang. On the bus all the way home, Arkam became quiet. Silent, villain-style to deny his wrongdoings. Regrets are behind. Akas was yelled at after asking about the next step. “Not knowing!” the bursts are fast, swerving round. Waduh, so unscientific him, after coming home from Teak Alas....