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Bakda magrib's voice was plastered silent, only the clang of the spoon clashing with ceramic plates were heard in the dining room at Kakung's house. N*fsu ate them as if they disappeared, unlike when breaking their fast in the previous days. Kakung and Darto were lost in their thoughts about the exit they had to find to help Harti.

"The dar... We have to help Harti, because Kakung knows well who Harti's parents borrowed the money from," Kakung opened the conversation when the food had succeeded he turned out half a portion and was left at the table.

"Who's the boss Kung? why should we help? isn't it good? like Harti being his wife? he's a rich Kung?" replied Darto who was lighting a cigarette ignoring the rest of the food on his plate.

"Tomorrow you will follow Kakung, so that you can draw your own conclusions Dar!" Kakung leaned back on the wooden chair and smoked the long lit cigarette in his hand.

"Where are we going Kung?"

"It's not just us, but Harti also has to come!''

he then stood up and left the dining room.

Kakung's words really managed to land curiosity in Darto's chest. The night passed so slowly as not to support Darto's curiosity quickly resolved. Until last night, Darto continued to think about what Kakung wanted to show and also the unwillingness of the girl he liked to go to belong to someone who even deserved to be his father.

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The day changed, saw Harti and Kakung already preparing in front of the house this morning. After Darto joined, Kakung went to open a large door made of wood, even so big, the folding door filled the wall of the room.

"What's really inside Kung?"

tanya Darto was curious. Because for 5 years at the boarding school, he had never seen the contents of the room.

"Kakung Kasian Dar, if Harti has to walk," he said then managed to open the folding door of the wood.

Seen 1 unit holden kingswood car white bone, a car commonly called tempe car by children. Still kinclong though a little dusty. Then Kakung cleaned the dust located on the doorknob, then entered and turned on the engine.

"Alhamdulillah, is it still on?!" kakung said looking relieved.

"Do you have a car?" darto's eyes widened to see the car that he rarely even saw in his life, was dusty in the room that Kakung called the garage.

"Well, although rarely used Dar, and the gasoline is still enough, so Kakung feel better use this Dar!"

not waiting for orders, Darto immediately barged into the car. admiring the entire interior, skipping small in his sitting position, admiring to the padded seat he was sitting in.

"Why doesn't Kakung wear this? just pick up Darto first?"

"You think gasoline lives in the Dar river? mana dares Kakung go to a rural village by car, plus the road to your village where enough in the car," said Kakung insinuating the rural road to Darto's house, the steep road that opens up the wilderness.

"Where is Mas Darto's house?" timpal Harti who had listened to the chat Darto and Kakung.

"Darto lives in the hamlet of Kemoceng Har," Kakung replied briefly because he was focusing on driving.

"Kemoceng Hamlet? not that's where Bulik (Mother's aka aunt) who met Harti 5 years ago huh Mbah?" tanya Harti made Kakung frown, trying to remember who visited Harti at that time, whereas as Kakung remembered, Harti only got a nod once during his time at the pesantren.

"You're Miss Lastri's nephew?!" said Darto and Kakung simultaneously, which made Harti's face look confused and answered with a nod of the head.

pedal gas back Kakung stepped slowly, on the way Darto explained about the events that must be known Harti, Kakung just stay and focus on driving while eavesdropping. The face of disbelief was plastered from the face of the treasure, responding to the series of stories that Darto threw.

..."Yes Ndok, the red pocong that you see is Bulik you, we have discussed it next time," said kakung who helped convince Harti to believe the story that Darto gave....

The atmosphere is back silent, they try to get rid of other disturbing thoughts, because they are also faced with problems that they have to face after the car stops, yes, debt problems and Harti's marriage.

"SPRAKE...! brak's..! brak..!"

the sound of the car door closed after the three of them reached the front yard of Harti's parents' house.

"Let's get this thing straight!" said kakung then set foot in follow Darto and Harti, towards the wooden-walled house and roofed precarious forming a cone in front of them.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" said kakung while knocking on the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" shouted a woman from inside the house, who was none other than Harti's biological mother who was now opening the door in her house.

"meaning? Kyai sir? please enter!" he said let us into his house. Shortly after we sat down, her mother came back from the room, carrying a tray and containing 3 cups of tea which she then served to us.

"Please drink, Mr. Kyai, Dan Nak.", he said stopped because he was confused with Darto he just met.

"this Darto Buk.. My grandson," replied Kakung briefly.

"Well, you're Pak Kyai's granddaughter to, this is in the drink son of Darto, sorry not to know your arrival, so there's nothing I deserve to present,'' he said to bring the glass that is still arranged on the tray closer to us.

"It's okay Buk, in addition I fast, so please this tea in the Mother's drink only," said Darto again offered a glass of tea served by Harti's mother.

"Just go ahead Buk, actually how much debt you have, Harti is like my own grandson, I might be able to help relieve" said Kakung who then grabbed the tea that Ms. Harti served. Well last night Darto sahur alone, because it has been 5 years, now Kakung does not always accompany Darto to fast every day, as in previous years.

"My debt is very much Mr. Kyai, I do not deserve help from people who have been caring for my child all this time, even without reward," his face bowed feeling guilty.

"Have no doubt, the money I have is not entirely mine, there is also the sustenance of others, because my property is also a deposit, too, so for example I can still consider this a favor from his grandfather Harti!" Kakung try to convince.

"Actually we used to borrow money from the same manager Agam only 50 thousand Pak Kyai, to buy seeds, and rent land. But our harvest failed miserably, even only returning a quarter of our loan capital, until now we have not been able to pay because our capital is really short to rent land again, and now the flowers that we have are piled up, about a total of up to 400 thousand Pak Kyai," said Ms. Harti with a downcast face. He was embarrassed, because 400 thousand money was enough to buy a plot of land to be used as a house at that time.

"Alhamdulillah, not as much as I thought, Let's go to the house of the master of Agam?," said Kakung continued to chug the tea in front of him and hurried to leave the room.

"Later to see for yourself Dar, do you think that the boss Agam deserves to be Harti's husband!"

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