His name is Khaula Nusaiba

Sons of Lanang

Arjuna Pov

I think I should get up immediately.I have to find a fresh wind to immediately forget this bitterness.I remember a village on the foot of a mountain in the central Java area with a very beautiful view, which is very beautiful, when I felt the frustration when Deswita betrayed me, I went with my best friend Reno.

There I met a kind alim.With him I learned a lot.I think I should go there.I even had someone paint a beautiful scenery so that I can continue to remember the beautiful place.When my memory approached the moment I saw a beautiful landscape painting on the wall of my room.

I tried several times to compartmentalize my mobile phone to find the phone number of Mr. Mahmud.A alim who lives at the foot of the mountain together with his wife.She has no children.But I salute this couple.Always can accept the shortcomings between to each other.

Finally, after I was tired, I looked for Mr. Mahmud's phone number on my phone, I found it.I immediately dialed the phone number.

"Assalamualaikum.." said someone on the other end of the phone....

"Wa Alaikum salam.." I replied, but I don't know what happened to my hearing.I feel very familiar with the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.

"Yes..Who would you like to talk to?"ask a woman at the end of the room.

I'm still stunned, trying to figure out whose voice is there.

"Hallo..please maap pak..bapak who has this phone is praying.please call again later" he replied.Then the phone connection broke.

And I'm still trying to remember, but I didn't find that memory.

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Pov Khaul

There's not much I can do for a week.In the meantime I just accept the guests of the brothers close relatives and brothers far away who know my return to just berkilaturrahmi, or I went to visit their house.I forgot the pain of the wound for a moment.I forgot the pain was temporary, whether tomorrow or the day after I don't know.

I also began to follow pack lek and bulek to the rice fields at the foot of the mountain.Paddy legacy of my parents who are now cultivated lek.Meski little but good for just the harvest on it is not much but good enough to prop up the stomach sehri day.It's all because of the condition of lek sir who can not work hard.

Occasionally I also go with pack lek to the dam owned by my father's cousin.I take fish, and then cook it with the bulek.This is very fun.

That afternoon after finishing the asar prayer I heard the sound of Pak lek's phone rang many times.None of the people who lifted him lek or bulek.Maybe lek sir is still in the mushollah while the bulek may still pray in his room.

I lifted.

Assalamualaikum.."I say hello.

"Wa Alaikum salam." replied someone on the other end of the phone in a hesitant voice.

"Yes..Who would you like to talk to?"ask me again in a loud voice.

But wonder why the people at the other end did not answer my question.

"Hallo..please maap pak..bapak who has this phone is praying.please call again later" answered mantab.Then I disconnected the phone.

Strange man.his condition is not even answered.my murmur in my heart.

"Pak lek maap.tadi someone called, but because lek sir is not at home bulek is also praying so do not lift...Lula said just call me later" I said while giving the phone to Mr. Lek Mahmud's.

"Who called La" asked lek sir.

"Kulo mboten ngertos mr. lek.likulane anak lanang" he replied glancing at her.

"O halah.entah wis sepisan taun anak lanang ora tau nelpun" replied lek with a special accent.

"Emang since when did Pak lek have children lanang"examine me with a serious face.

Because I know that Mr. Lek has never had children.

Mr. Lekku just smile.Then pressing the button on his old phone.

"Hallo....Assalamualaikum.iya son.iya....

long time no news.okay son.bapak wait" I heard sayup voice lek sir spoke to the person at the end of the phone that was written on his phone lanang child.

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This morning the weather is very good.Sunlight shines very beautiful.Morning again bulek and pack lek have gone to the market.Something special guest will come.Name Tama.She is a city person who used to live with the pack for a long time lek and bulek are here.

Initially, Pak Lek only helped Tama because of an accident.The car that Tama drove into our rice field.Tama's condition was chaotic at that time.She had just broken up from her boyfriend.The boyfriend betrayed her and dated her best friend.Tama frustrated, driving his car from the capital to the village unconsciously he said.Tama also influenced by liquor while driving.Then there was an accident.

Pak lek and bulek who fervent, he, up to a few months.Until Tama is really healthy and recovered.Tama also often visit after he recovers and returns to the capital.Tama is very happy with the scenery in this village.She said it is amazing if the afternoon sitting on the edge the rice field at the foot of the mountain is so beautiful.The orange color is amazingly beautiful.

Just like me who likes orange when the sun goes down in view of our rice fields.Very beautiful, can make people who see it feel peace like the color.

Tama is already very familiar with lek and bulek, sir,they often communicate via phone although Tama rarely comes late this.Kemaren once one day Tama invited Pak lek and bulek to the Capital to attend his wedding.But most often lek and bulej barangan pack to attend because the health of Pak lek was declining at that time.

Pak lek and bulek like to get a child he said.Because Tama also consider it like his biological parents.Tama often send shopping or send a doctor acquaintance of his from the city to just check the health of lek sir.Makanya lek sir until writing his name lanang on his phone.

I can only smile to hear the story of mr. Lek kemaren.I did not expect there are still good-natured city people.I also so impatiently want to see the children lanang Pak lek and bulek.But baby lanang could not bring his wife to the village, because she was outside the city .

After bulek and lek pack from the market I helped bulek to cook special dishes for his children.

"Bulek...we want to cook what?"ask me while removing kitchen materials from the grocery bag.

"Yes cook what La...Bulek...Lula is good at cooking.Lula aja who cook yes.Liar cuisine is not the village cuisine that" replied bulekku.

"If so Lula cook his goat meat with cooking rather to japan yahu bulek.namely beef teriyaki"kataku.

"Huh?what cooking is La" said my bulek while scratching his head that does not itch

"if the language of the village wong is cooked meat soy sauce bulek" I replied chuckling.