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Departure to Jakarta

“Pak Regent Yes.” Answer Shamir.

“Which Regent?”

“Yang this Sya.” Syamir then showed the Regent's photo.

“Kok he wants to nolong us anyway?”

“Syam also confused.” Syamir did not tell Syahira the truth about the incident that night.

They both arrived at the district terminal. After disembarking from public transport, Syamir then invited Syahira to find a bus that has a destination to Jakarta. The district terminal is indeed not too big, only one bus that has a destination to Jakarta. Syamir was told by one of the terminal officers that his destination bus would leave in ten minutes. Syamir and Syahira ran to get to the bus, fortunately they still could. Syamir then approached the bus and asked the bus fare.

“Yo Jakarta, Jakarta, Jakarta. Jakarta Mas ?” said the bus.

“Iya Pak.” Answer Shamir.

“Sip up Mas.”

“About the fare how much is Pak?”

“Two hundred thousand per person Mas, up to rambutan terminal.”

“Walah, watch yo Pak.”

“Ya endak lah Mas, it is already the price.”

“Which way sir, my money is only one hundred thousand. Can I still ride Sir?”

“Ya can-can wae but ndak until Jakarta. Especially the Masnya both, you are delivered according to the rates you have. Want ndak?”

“Emmm, yes already. Papalah sing pinteng can continue the journey.”

“Syam! Are you crazy, right? what will we ride there? How if we can not nyampe Jakarta and even jumpa-lunta.” Syahira did not approve of Shamir's decision.

“Moreover if we stay here. We're just gonna waste our time. InshaAllah Sham will try so that we can continue our journey again.”

“...”  Syahira turned her body.

“Ya already, this is her bag Sir.” Syam gave his bag to the bus.

“Come aboard Sya.”

Syahira also obeyed the orders of Syamir, they both akhinya continued their journey by taking a bus between provinces to Jakarta. The atmosphere of the bus is so crowded, fortunately Syamir and Syahira are still part of the seat. Syahira chose a seat close to the window, Syamir also sat beside Syahira.

More and more passengers, not to mention the plus peddlers who go back and forth alternately make the bus atmosphere so crowded. Not to forget the buskers with a shrill voice and ukulele picked carelessly also enliven the bus they ride. Shamir was sitting in front of a couple who were carrying their children. From the start of the bus leaving until now the children have not stopped whining, it seems this is the first time the children took the bus with a long distance. Syamir so remembered his first experience riding a bus to Bandung alone. At that time he was still a dozen years old, his mother sent him to boarding school to Bandung. Syamir obeyed his mother's order to study religion in Bandung. He who was still young at that time ventured to wander far away alone. He departed from a remote village in the land of Java to a place called the land of Pasundan.  His experience is what makes Shamir dare to wander alone to the land of Egypt to continue his education. Now armed with the experience and knowledge that he has gained Syamir hopes to benefit the people around him.

Shamir now remembered his mother. Every night Shamir always thinks about his mother's situation in the village alone. Her heart was painful, tears spilled onto her cheeks. What if something happened to her mother, she could not help her mother because she was now separated from her mother. Shamir can only calm his heart and continue to pray for the health and safety of his mother in his hometown.

The bus was speeding on a slippery asphalt road. The bus driver seems to have been good at riding this bus, evident from the smoothness of the bus was winding around every bend and turn of the road. Thanks to the shrewdness of the driver, passengers can sit safely and comfortably to the destination. This bus passed through the streets around which spread wide rice fields, the passengers crowded into the window to see the beautiful rice field scenery nan beautiful. It did not feel like their journey was far away.

The bus then stopped in an area with shops and houses that were quite crowded. Shamir and Syahira were then told to get off by the bus. It turns out they were just escorted here. With a heavy heart they both finally got off the bus.

“This is your bag.” The bus driver took their bags out of the trunk.

“Matur suwun yo Pak.” Shamir said to the brow.

“Iyo.” Kenek then returned to the bus and the bus finally left the two of them in this place.

“Come Sya.” Shamir brought the bag and took Syahira.

“Where are we going?”

“We continue our journey Sya.”

“We want to go to Jakarta on foot?” ask Syahira astonishment.

“Yes no, we first find a mosque for prayer and rest for a while. Only then do we think of a way to continue our journey. But clearly I do not give up and give up. God must have helped us.”

“Oh.”

They both walked to find the nearest mosque. While walking they were suddenly hit by two people who ran hard, making Syahira fall. Before long suddenly some other people who were quite a lot were chasing the two people earlier.

“Sya, It's okay right?” Shamir helped Shahira to rise.

“Maling!” shouted those people running after the two people who turned out to be driven.

“Sya, Shay wait here yes. Don't go anywhere.”

“Eh, where are you going?”

“Syam want to catch the thief.”

“Syam should still catch the thief Yes. Syam go now yes, assalamualaiku.” Shamir then ran very fast leaving Syahira alone in that place.

Shamir kept spurring his legs to run as fast as possible, he was finally able to chase the two thieves. Now the distance of Shamir with the two thieves is not too far away. Shamir continued to approach the two thieves and finally the three of them faced each other. Shamir prepared to take a swing to attack them. But Shamir didn't think they were going to put a gun on him. Shamir with his bare hands was determined against the two of them who were armed with a sharp knife. Fortunately Syamir has the provision of martial arts that he has learned when he studied in pesantren so he is not too zero. Fights ensued, Shamir was able to avoid their attacks, now it was Shamir's turn to attack them. Shamir managed to make them battered but has not made them fall. The two thieves now rise and attack back with their knives. Shamir managed to resist the knife attack with his hand, but because the knife was very sharp and Shamir held the knife with his bare hands so that his palm was scratched by the knife for five inches. His palms began to shed fresh blood but Shamir did not give up. He then crushed the two thieves with a series of attacks, the two thieves were finally defeated by Syamir.

Before long the people who were chasing the thief came, Shamir then handed the two thieves to them. Almost all the two thieves would be beaten by the men but Shamir managed to prevent them.

“We can't be a vigilante gentlemen. We better hand them over to the authorities, let the authorities handle them.” Syamir.

“Alright, you heard that! Fortunately there is this young man, if it is not finished you by us.” Said one of the men.

“Thank you Mas, this thief has long troubled our village. Earlier he stole money from the Mbok Ijah restaurant, fortunately they were caught.” Said the man.

“Sama-sama Sir. Uh, sir I'd like to ask. Which mosque is it, sir?” ask Syamir.

“Oh, that's Mas. Mas straight continue up to the deket stall keep turning right, from there stay straight Mas.”

“Good thanks Sir.”

“Sama-sama.”

Shamir returned to where Shahira was waiting for him. Syahira is now sitting on a roadside bench. He seems to be daydreaming. Shamir approached him. Syahira looked uneasy when Shamir came.

“Syam, your hand why else? Yesterday the nails now what else is Syam? You have no pity on your own body.” Syahira immediately nagged Syamir.

“Hehe, the Sham had resisted the attack of the thief so that the palm of Sham was scratched by a knife.”

“Huh, look out for tomorrow you why again.”

“What's Why? I don't like it if Sham why?” Syam is now shaved Syahira.

Syahira's face immediately turned a bright red, but his face seemed to cover it up. He then put on a feigned face of anger.

“Engga, don't ge-er you. I said it was just pity. At the end of it I also have to treat the wound, troublesome to know!” Syahira denied Shamir's remarks.

“Oh, so yes. Syam kira what.”

“What? You don't have to think of a macem. Watch out.”

“Ya already let us go to mosque.”

They both went to the mosque. There they perform prayer and release their fatigue for a while. The cold of the ablution water managed to reduce the fatigue of their journey. After praying their hearts become much calmer. After Shamir and Syahira prayer and then sat Lesehan in the mosque foyer.

“Syam after this we want to go where?” Syahira now issued his anxiety that from earlier he was quiet.

“We will continue our journey. We walk for a while while looking for a ride that wants to go to the city. In the past when Syam did not have the money to go to Sham to ride in a tub car that carried vegetables. The car owner was very nice, Syam was given a ride for free.”

“Emang today is still there?”

“We try first Sya, as long as we want to try and be patient God must help us.”

“Okay.”

Before long they were approached by a man who had been Shamir met when catching a thief. The man was walking closer to them. The man then greeted Shamir with a friendly face.

“Mas who caught the thief earlier right?”

“Iya Pak.”

“Mas called the same Mbok Ijah.”

“What's up Sir?”

“I also know less Mas. Better to come straight there. Mbok Ijah is in his restaurant, located on the side of the road near Mas just as Mbaknya get off the bus.”

“Oh, good Sir. Thanks for the info.”

“Sama-sama Mas, I say yes first. Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

The man also left.

“Why are you called there Syam? You didn't make anything weird, did you?”

“God is not Yes. Rather than suuzon we better get there now.”

“hem.”