GOODBYE

56. local gossip

Be next Akas has “seru” activities that are not caught by people. Look at. Initially looking, then looked at, now looking at. At the limit of speech, amazing.... Imagine, looking at the sweet black is reportedly not bored, let alone this? This one doesn't have the law of boredom over time. How can you get bored if you do not get old, do not get damaged, do not get to die, and there is no bad. If the black is sweet, for a long time must be soft aka beak. May bet....

This gaze, in its dimension of authenticity, is the embodiment of that “remember-remembered” promise. Akas remembered Him through various maujuds, which in fact he was “read” the verses of Qauniyah, the verses of the universe. Inna fikhtilaafil laili wannahaari wamaa khalaqallaahu fis samaawaati wal ardhi la aayaatil liqaumiy. Verily, in the exchange of night and day, and in what Allah has created in the heavens and the earth, there are signs (of His power) for those who fear Him (QS. Jonah: 6). Then, by His will as well, he received the essence of the taste “remembered behind” by Him. Fadzkuruunii adz - kurkum wasykuruulii walaa takfuruun. Therefore, remember you to Me, I also remember you, and give thanks to Me, and do not deny Me (QS. al-Baqarah: 152).

Miraculously again, as Kyai Khalil said, the criminal now changed his face to kyai puseur dayeuh. Rotating 180 degree course, compact with heart. In tune. What is the heart, the same is the word of reason. Wayaj'alur rijsa 'alal-ladziina laa ya'qiluun. And Allah sends wrath upon those who do not use their wits (QS. Jonah: 100). So, the mind must be limited first in order to be worth using. Do not let its use can not be of value because of the powdery lust. Using reason is not just thinking. Think how? Which isn't? If only that, it is clearly lust. Intellect must be used with knowledge, that is, faith. Because, using that sense actually means “find me”. If it is not used for this, then even baldness has no price in the eyes of God. Innazh zhanna laa yughnii minal haqqi. Indeed, the presupposition is not in the least useful for attaining the truth (QS. Jonah: 36). Truth cannot be attained through processing...

Until one day, “Mas Kas, waduh..., where to, Boss?” greet Echan, when I meet Akas at the barbershop.

Akas who was sitting reading the newspaper, waiting for his turn to be trimmed, smiled. “Some, Chan. Just here-here. What kabr?”

“I'm fine. What boss is it?”

“Hehehe. Just mediocre. How are friends?”

“This is it, all on nanyain tuh. The story, have we forgotten the same? Sweet as long as thrown away, so?”

“No, Chan. I lose if I throw you out. You can still body it. There are dents, but it's natural. A little putty, smooth again. Sure still sell forcibly to those dizzy widows, hehehe.

“Damn,” Echan laughs.

Mr. Madura and the customer who was being pruned laughed along. I don't know what his real name is Mr. Madura. Her slang name is so from the past because she is original Madura. And, because it has become a trade mark, it has only been blackmailed until now.

Akas and Echan's conversation continued. But, it can not be long again because it appeared a “gadis” about forty years in the place of shaving the hair from the store next door. Apparently, Echan's new crush. She used to love Macarin widow. Normal dating is not an abnormal type, but a senior hobby. That's it, nothing lasts. For a moment the story, like dating a Junior High. However, there was no problem since Echan was indeed unmarried. Alias, bujang....

“That's it, Mas. Is in a hurry. Anyway, tomorrow night awaited at Mr. Munhar's house. If you do not come, do not tell friends,” said Echan while chanting.

I reply grinning. You see, Echan's new crush also grimaced. Busyet, his hawaii. Kutek's black men, combined with blood red lipstick. Wear tight jeans anyway. His clothes are negligent models. As used by Hawaiian tourists before sunbathing on the beach Tahiti. Maybe from here want to directly sunbathe also on the beach Magelang square.

“Where?” Echan asked for firmness.

“Iya, God willing,” Akas replied, still grinning.

Echan nodded in satisfaction. After greeting her, she and her boyfriend passed. I looked at the lovebirds who were crossing the street, looking like the number 10. The guy's stick, the girl's the egg. Clop-lah...

So tomorrow night Akas went to Munhar's house. He misses her as well as his magical friends. It's been a while since about a month before the Alin riots. You see, since then I've met an exciting-seru-seru continue. But that doesn't mean he forgot about them. Either the friends are still happy to play the world of bandages or not lately.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” say hello at the boundary of the fence. On the terrace, it looks like friends have gathered.

“Wa'alaikum greetings,” sahut them.

Acas mesem, walking across the courtyard. It seems that Echan told colleagues about meeting him yesterday. The airy bujang is indeed a typical race, senior demen plus twittering hobby.

My friends welcomed old friends. Ordinary, intro first. Wonder about busyness, news of bread, news of wife, news of children, and other news that is worth a pleasantries. End-to-end, “But, this critical cigarette, Mas..,” chirps Echan, completes section “D”. That's Iho, “UUD”, the ends of the money. Like the old habits of the world of bandages, which almost always the tail is stuck to money.

Akas nyerdeh, the others too. Not unwilling, not also pretending to forget, but Akas was forbidden his friends to bring it. That is, love “Pak Harto”nya only. Let Echan take care of it. Their cigarettes are different. Another lip brand, does not fit the taste if uniform although uniformed on the top cigarette. Akas did not memorize it, Echan who was staring out of his head. Memorize him to his bandrol each. Nyebelin is also this roomy bujang. For widows always there, but make cigarettes direct kere, hehehe....

Echan also immediately darted on his motorbike after receiving a capital deposit. A lot of this, can all martabak telor and friednya. While waiting for him, typical giddy fathers chat on the porch of the house Munhar was continued....

“Pak Aji didn't come, Kang?" ask Akas.

“It was going to be, but just now the phone said there was a sudden patient. So hindered for the sake of humanity" Munhar replied.

Akas. In his place, Mr. Aji does practice paranormal. Understandably, his name is also a khadam whiz. Reportedly he was escorted various jajaden, ranging from ancestral tigers to rhino spirits. I don't know, dewe-dewe. It's hard to be loved.

Since “temu” is not present, then the event is rolling like. Talk about it all the way around. Then, ngadu bako was getting hot when cigarettes, martabak, and fried food came. The addition of Munhar's wife provides a full pot of bandrek drinks.Yes, added lieur-lah them. That's like Mr. Aji's body...

“Make what, try? Going on Hajj once a year?” Safely open new topics in this forum lieur.

Wonderful, magical too. How the chat that initially discussed the batik industry Jogja because of the batik exhibition, wrote Ustadz Amir who he said bought there, how to get to Makkah? The connection is not connected, it is connected. This unique mechanism of connection.

“Truly Haji Dodot want to go on Hajj again?” Echan asked. Outside the santer news that Pak Haji who was on the rise was about to return to visit the holy land. As the last three years, since the business of sending TKW successfully gained dollars.

“Not to mention it,” timpal Aman, rada ketus nada.

“Emang why did you go on Hajj again, Man?” Munhar is lured in. You see he also hajj, although “baru” once and for a long time. While still serving in a government agency. Departure is also “abidin”, at service charge.

“Yaa, it's okay, anyway..”.

“Continue, what are you fussing about?” chase Munhar. Momentary feeling on the wind like Haji Dodot “TKW”'s. Only the wind is this small, not ******pile.

Aman. “Ngak ah,” said.

“And you open the page? Must be answered dong,” Haji “abidin” it keeps nguber. Curious maybe.

For a moment, Aman was still grinning. But, then replied also because of the sight of Munhar, “No problem. The problem is just not matching his hajj title with his behavior. That's doang.”

Munhar glared, but then faded. Because he thinks so too. Although he is not a neighbor of Haji Dodot like Aman who is RW with him, but whispers about the accuracy of Haji Dodot are commonly known. Including rumors about his lack of humane attitude towards the “commodities of non-oil exports" it. Not true, not lying, but that is how loud it sounds in the local gossip market.