Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 13's. First See you

After the funeral of Mama. I asked Toni to go back home first to pick up some stuff and some valuable papers. Then asked him to take me to a well-known government bank to store letters and some valuables into a safety deposit box that is widely available in major banks. Then take Toni for a while to enjoy coffee at a local coffee shop not far from the bank location.

"Ton, I asked for the car keys" I asked, sipping a warm black coffee.

"Good, sir." Toni gave me the key, right on my front desk.

"From today, you're back at work, Ton. I've contacted Dipta, in order to prepare a place for you in Sudirman," I explained, then tendered the body in a chair.

"Do you no longer need me?" ask carefully. Well, this Toni has been following me from the first time, since the time my late grandfather started asking me to help raise the Kusumateja family business. Always come wherever I go.

"I want to pull Ton over, stay away from business, and also want to learn and understand about the science of religion. Pity the late Mama, if to send a prayer I can not," I lamented, cf. I cf.

"Father feel guilty about the deceased?" he asked slowly, and I nodded. I told Toni, if I forced Mamah to keep giving a surprise to the Empress.

"If I hadn't forced Mamah to stay, it probably wouldn't have been like this" I lamented again. Well, I prefer not to know the forbidden relationship of Maharani and Papah, than to lose Mamah forever.

"So where are you going?" I was silent for a moment, sighing, my chest still feels tight.

"Not yet to know, Ton. I'll just follow my heart."

I stood up, followed by Toni. Grasping her hands tightly, as well as thanking her for accompanying me all this time.

"Be careful, Sir. Whenever my energy is needed, I am ready to be called at any time" he said, then began to leave for Sudirman headquarters.

I immediately drove the vehicle out of town. In fact, I've long been fascinated with a place not too far from Jakarta. While having a meeting with colleagues, and passing through the area. The hilly and mountainous area behind the tea factory, belongs to the Kusumateja family.

I deliberately did not put my vehicle into the factory, preferring to go to a motel and book a room for the next week while I was here. Started contacting Julius, the top in charge of my tea processing plant, and asked him to meet me at the lobby of the motel.

It didn't take long, Julius came to see me. Experiencing, then sitting together while talking. After speaking at length about the company, I began to explain my main purpose of coming to this village.

"I hope you can keep my whereabouts here a secret to anyone."

"Good, sir."

"I want to settle in this area, not knowing how long it will take" I explained. "Do you know enough about this area?"

"For the area around here, thank God I quite understand, sir," he explained.

"I need a place that is not too crowded, not crowded and noisy, want to find peace. Where are the approximations that are not too far from this factory?" Julius was silent, thinking for a moment.

"There's a sir, behind my father's tea factory. A small village surrounded by our tea plantations. The place is beautiful, the population is not too much" explained Julius.

"In that place, there's no teacher, Yus?"

"Teacher naji, sir?" his face looks confused.

"Yes, Yus. As long as I pull away from my work routine, I want to learn to teach" I explained. "Why, can't you?" ask me again, pretend to be offended.

"Ohh, sorry sir, sorry. I didn't mean it that way" he said, his face a little shocked, afraid as if I were offended. Julius seemed to be trying to remember.

"There sir, there is. There's a kobong, a place to learn to teach."

"Kobongs?" I asked, it sounds weird, because I've never heard that word.

"They're some kind of little pesantren, sir. The simple pesantren whose teaching buildings are more in the form of stilts are made of bamboo."

"Bamboo?" tanyaku.

"Yes sir, bamboo. The village is still traditional. Even though electricity and internet access have already entered there," explained Julius.

"Do you know who the ustaz who taught at Kobong is?"

"I don't know Sir, but if you want, I can take it," Julius said, offering to.

"If some of them knew who you were. I don't want anyone in the village to know who I am." Julius remained silent.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to the village, please prepare a second motorbike. Not the old ones."

"Okay sir, I'll bring him here myself later this afternoon.

"Okay, I wait. And one more thing, no one else can know where I am in this village," I said again, I emphasized to Julius. He also assented.

"Oh, yes, Yus. What's the name of the village?"

"Cibungah Village, sir."

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Early in the morning, when the cold was still ambushing. The fog and dew still enveloped the tea plantation, I was already in the village of Cibungah. The village is surrounded by hills, mountains, and tea plantations.

The air is cool, the water is clear directly from the mountain springs. The village road is black paved. It was seen that the tea-picking workers were mostly women walking in groups, in wide caping hats and carrying large baskets behind their bodies.

The sun has not yet revealed its light, Julius's former motorbike has begun to enter the village boundary, which is only a stone peg without a name.

Kobong is where I want to learn to teach, the first location I'm looking for. But because I didn't know the place, I just fell silent on the side of the road. The location of the houses are like terraced because of the contours of the land uphill, making it difficult for me to find the exact location. The name of Ustaz who taught him I don't know.

While the weather still looked dim, the cold was so piercing.

"Wa-waalaikum greetings," answered my greeting, a little nervous.

"Who's looking, Bang? From then on, I noticed like a confused person," asked the girl, and the Sun who had been hiding suddenly appeared his light. Until the girl's face was clearly visible with a bias of sunlight behind her head, and for a moment I was stunned. Quiet enough.

"Bang?" the white girl's reprimand was shocking.

"Ohh, that's, I'm again nyari ...." I don't know why I forgot, the name of the term pesantren is simple. I forced him to remember.

"Search for what, Bang?" ask again, and I completely forgot.

"I forgot" I answered honestly. The girl seemed to wrinkle her face, perhaps the reason I sounded strange to her.

"Duhh .. ko can forget," the girl said with a laugh, and a red tinge was visible on her face. Her lips were natural red, and her teeth line looked neat. His laughter sounded so sweet.

'Beautiful than Maharani' murmured me.

"What, Bang?" he asked again, maybe my muttering voice sounded a little in his ear.

"No, it's okay," I replied quickly, I made it go awry. "What book are you holding?" The woman looked astonished. His eyes are watching me.

"About a Muslim?" tanyakanya.

My family is Islamic. We were scattered, but there were no religious values in our big house.

From Kindergarten to High School, I went to school in a Catholic foundation that is fairly well-known in Jakarta. Although High School, but the students are only special all men. In our big house there was no worship, because the elite residential neighborhood where I lived surrounded by ethnic Chinese majority. And my grandfather seems to be a believer, so does Mamah. The religious column I thought was just to fill it up.

"A moment" I replied, taking out an identification card, and looking at the religious column. It is not that I do not know, it's just that I am confused, which he said prayers and fasting Ramadan never.

"In KTP I'm Islamic anyway," I replied, and the girl's face was more and more astonished.

"What book are you holding?" ask me again, because I really don't know.

Still a little surprised, the girl still answered my question.

"This is the holy book of the Qur'an, to teach," replied the girl I did not know her name, and I immediately remembered.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered. I am looking for a place to learn to teach. Is that his name?" my many.

"Kobongs."

"Yes, that, Kobong," I said, confirming his words.

"Right, you're looking for Kobong and you want to learn how to teach?" I just nodded in confirming.

"If so together, I also want to go to teach morning in Kobong," he explained.

"Much not?" my many.

"That's the bamboo hut" he replied, pointing towards the stage-shaped hut house, on the hillside, over the other houses.

"How's my motor?"

Stay, God willing, in this village is safe" the girl replied confidently, as she stepped, and I followed her walk.

"Oh yeah, whose teacher's name is that?" my many.

"Ustaz, nya?"

"Yes, his ustaz."

"Ustaz who taught his name Ustaz Arief, while I teach his wife" he explained again.

"Oh, yes, until I forget. What's your name?" my question, while hand-stretching.

The girl turned her head towards me who was walking parallel to her side. His round eyes were looking at me with a twinkle of sparkle radiating, my heart pounding faster.

"What do you want to call me" he replied, without welcoming my hand. Letting him hang my hand in the air, with shame, I pulled my hand back.

"Your house isn't far from here?" ask again. But my question seemed to be ignored by him.

"Kobong for the man, while for the woman," said the hijab girl while pointing to the stilt house one by one, which was separated by the building in the middle.

"The middle one is his ustaz house, Ustaz Arief. Brother just go straight there," said the girl, whom I still don't know her name.

"No objection, right, if I ask you to help me drive me to Ustaz Arief's house" I asked him. We stopped for a moment, about 10 meters from the three buildings. The girl's eyes looked back a little sharply at me.

"Sort of a little boy just asked to be ushered in," he said quickly, then stepped to the right side where the Kobong women were teaching, without looking again.

The way he answered it sounded very sniffy, and I laughed to myself. Because usually, people who are a little afraid if they want to meet and talk to me, now it is even I who ask for company.

'I am considered a child' My heart laughed amusedly at the words of the village girl, then began to approach the building in the middle of the kobong, to meet Ustaz Arief.

In order to pray, Mamah, I want to learn to teach.