Marrying Princess Jin

#34

The sound of the crowing of the forest rooster rang out loud splitting the silence of the forest. Satri noticed the clock on his phone. It's been a third of the night. From the beginning of last night, they fought to get rid of the bushes and vines in front of them. They all look tired. With their hands and whole bodies scarred by the thorns of the vines and the small trees that covered the forest floor, they felt unable to continue their work. They had gone deep into the forest without knowing if it would end up right where Adinullah was. One by one they look rested unwind. Some were leaning against the trees, on the leaves and the logs they trashed. There was even something like not caring about sleeping and sleeping barefoot on the floor of a muddy forest.They were curled up to face the coldness of the air in the forest.

Dawam approached and sat down next to Satri, who was leaning against the tree trunk. He asked for a cigarette held by Mr. Satri and then ignited it. I heard snoring from the side. The mujahideen are asleep.

"How about this, Mr. Satri. We can't force our friends back to work. They're already too tired. But if we don't continue, we'll be late one night or maybe two or three days. We don't know how far we're going to get to the Sheikh's place." Dawam picked up the flashlight lying in front of him. After turning it on, he pointed it towards the back. On the road they just made. It was far away and nowhere to be seen where they first started. But up ahead, it's all still unclear. The forest is too big. He could not be sure how far they would go to open the forest until they reached the banyan tree where Adinullah was.

Satri did not answer. He still looks cool removing the cigarette smoke he sucked from his mouth and nose.

"Satri sir? Mr Satri sleeping?" dawam said when he felt Mr. Satri did not also respond to his question. Mr. Satri turned his head for a moment.His body was lowered slowly with a half-lying position. His head was still firmly resting on the body of the tree.

"You don't have to think about that. Regarding the delay, let me talk to Sheikh later. If tomorrow this road has been penetrated into the place of the Sheikh, I am sure the Sheikh will not scold us. Dawam. He then brought his body closer to the body of Mr. Satri.

"By the way, tomorrow Mr Satri would like to ask what is the same Sheikh?" said Dawam half whispered near the ear of Mr. Satri. Mr. Satri smiled. His gaze glared at the darkness of the tree trunks. Strain it upwards.

"I want to be rich first, Dawam. I'm tired of being poor. I want to make a big house and have a car of course" said Mr. Satri. His satisfied smile continued. He looked towards Dawam.

"If you want to ask what?" said mr. Satri. Dawam scratched his head. His forehead shriveled with his two eyeballs moving around, like he was thinking about something. He sighed short.

"Too many, Mr. Satri. I was confused" replied Dawam. Mr. Satri smiled.

"Seek one first. What matters."

Dawam.

"Emh...I want to get married, Mr. Satri. Shhh...Don't tell anyone. None of this is willing to be with me. I really want to,"

"I'm sure after this you can definitely get married. Are there candidates?"

"Wouldn't there be a candidate." Dawam was silent for a moment. He turned to look at the people lying in various positions around him. The sound of clapping their hands while driving away the mosquitoes that bite all over their bodies, occasionally heard a buzzing silent forest.

"Secretly, sir. Got me can't. It's dead" whispered Dawam. Hearing that, Mr. Satri spontaneously laughed. Dawam who was shocked immediately covered the mouth of Mr. Satri with his palm. He panicked and was afraid that his friends would listen to him.

"Don't worry, Dawam. I'm sure your problem can be solved by the Sheikh. You will be a mighty man and have many wives" said Mr. Satri after his laughter subsided.

Dawam smiled and nodded his head.

"Hopefully, Mr. Satri.If that happens, I will put my seedlings on all the women I meet," said Dawam. Mr. Satri's words seemed to make his power has recovered.

"Yes, yes, yes. Tomorrow we will continue our work. The sooner you meet the Sheikh, the sooner your wish is fulfilled" said Mr. Satri. Dawam then pulled out his leg. The sense of happiness that now enveloped his heart, like melodious singing that slowly began to bring him to dreamland.

Mr. Satri turned off his cigarette butts that were still burning. His gaze glared through the darkness of the night as an unceasing smile poked from his black lips. It's 4 o'clock in the morning. It's almost dawn. It's good he rested for a moment while waiting for the morning.

The sound of chicken crowing again sounds earthy as a marker of the arrival of dawn. Mr. Makripudin who had taken ablution water immediately woke Mr. Satri. After performing the dawn qobliyah sunnah prayer, Pak Makripudin began to lead congregational prayers.

Not feeling, the atmosphere inside the forest slowly began to light up. The fog still dominates. The cold forced the forest-dwelling farmers to start making fireplaces in front of their huts.

Three cups of hot coffee with two iron plates containing boiled yam look warm in front of the fireplace made Johani. Mr. Makripudin and Mr. Satri who had just finished zikir after the dawn prayer were immediately invited to sit in front of the fireplace.

"Come, sir, have breakfast first. The tub is still hot. It will be cold" Johani said. After the two sat down, Johani sat down near them.

"After this, I may go home to tell my wife, sir. All of you bring a little stuff to stay here for a while," said Mr. Mas'ud after sipping his hot coffee. Mr. Makripudin nodded.

"But don't be long, sir. We have to work straight to make a trench. Soon it will rain again" said Mr. Makripudin. Mr. Mas'ud nodded.

"There are a few groundnut seedlings also at home. Maybe we can plant it on the sidelines of corn plants. Let it be later if Master Teacher occasionally comes here, he can taste it," said Mr. Mas'ud.

"Maybe that too, sir. Master most seneng coffee while eating fried beans," said Mr. Makripudin.

"It's still not raining, I'll go home first, sir, Mom. Let the return be quick" said Mr. Mas'ud after finishing his coffee. The key to the pick-up car he hung on a sawed-wood branch near the cottage he took. After putting up his black peci and saying goodbye to Pak Makripudin and Johani, he immediately stepped towards the car parked beside the cottage.