ADJOINING REALM
LETTER

"Assynol?!" shouted the four teenagers who just arrived at the door of Darto's house.

"Girishamma?!" Replied Kakung from inside the living room of his house.

"Where's Dar?" ask Kakung to investigate. He was curious about the results of the first task, which he gave to his grandson.

"Alhamdulillah Kung, this is what Kakung asked for" replied Darto. Then he thrust a small kris wrapped in black cloth to Kakung.

After grabbing that keris. Kakung closed his eyes for a moment, then when he opened his eyes again, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"What a great grandson this Kakung! Hard to Dar?" Kakung asked with a proud face.

"Not too Kung. It's still harder to fit in training with Grandpa Sastro,"

Hearing that answer, the three friends of Darto immediately frowned in their faces.

They whispered to each other, but everyone who got a whisper always answered with a headband.

"Sastro's grandfather who's Gus?" Bidin opened his voice, followed by Harti's nod of the head as well as Surip.

Hearing the question, Darto also Kakung chuckled instantly. Darto was confused as to what to answer. His friends would certainly not believe it if he said that Grandpa Sastro was a creature that lived in his necklace. But inevitably he still could not prepare another answer other than to say.

"He's my teacher, Din. But he was not a human being" Darto answered their curiosity.

After hearing that answer they simultaneously nodded their heads, satisfied with Darto's answer.

"Oh yes, Dar?! You got a letter from your friend. There was a postman coming over here" Kakung changed the subject. Then rushed to the next room to find the letter that was entrusted to him.

Hearing Kakung's remarks, Darto was confused as to who sent him a letter. In his mind he felt uneasy, if it was true of his friend, it must have been none other than a letter from Anto in the village. And he was afraid that the piece of paper would tell him about the bad news there.

"It's Dar, the Letter," Kakung thrust a red and blue striped envelope filling all sides of the edge.

Stamp stamps with 500 mang ohle, on top of the picture of fat men wearing black clothes and bandana and glove boxes. followed by BIND writing and also Indonesian writing in red below.

Darto's face was hesitant to tear the envelope. His heart was agitated, he was afraid of getting any unpleasant news after opening it. While the three friends waited patiently even though they were also curious about the contents of the letter.

"Have, Dar?! Open it, "Tukas kakung.

"Jeez, Kung!" Darto answered briefly. Then tore the tip of the envelope in his hand.

The atmosphere became silent for a moment. Everyone watched Darto read, and waited for Darto to recount the contents of the letter.

Shortly thereafter, a wry smile on Darto's thin lips. He looked with happy eyes.

"What news is that, Dar?" Sambarah asked. Accompanied by nods of the heads of three friends of Darto beside him.

"Does you remember Anto?" Instead of answering, Darto again gave a question.

"What's in Tumin's house?" ask Kakung briefly.

"Can Darto go home for a bit?" darto's gaze slammed onto the ground. He recalled the long road that separated the pesantren and his home. The promised time to go home is next year.

"If that's what you want, then Papa Dar. Later Kakung inter, Let kakung prepare jerry cans to bring a lot of gasoline. Kakung heard that not far from here there is a Dar Gas Station, we use Kakung's car" replied Kakung. then stroked his grandson's hair slowly.

Hearing that remark, Darto's tears fell instantly. Unable to resist the longing that had piled up for the only family was also the only friend he had in his hometown.

"Matur nuwun Kung" said Darto. She kept her head down, embarrassed to cry in front of her three new friends.

"Can we come with Mr Kyai? I want to see the village of Gus Darto!" Surip asked enthusiastically, along with a nod of Bidin's head.

See the spirit of both. Kakung nodded slowly, hinting that they were allowed to attend the reception of Darto's best friend in a month and a half.

"Thank you Mr. Kyai!" Said Bidin and Surip, responding to Kakung's head nod.

"Can I also join Mbah?" Harti doesn't want to lose.

But this time it was not Kakung who answered Harti's question, but Darto himself. After wiping the water soaking in her cheeks, she turned her head straight towards Harti. Then he said, "You have to come, Har.. I want to show my future wife's beauty to my best friend,"

Hearing that answer, Harti's cheeks turned red instantly. The look on his face slammed face down, yet still seemed a wide smile from his lips. While Surip poked Bidin's cheek next to him, to laugh everyone in the room.

"Yasudah, tomorrow you guys Kakung invite to find new clothes, so do not be shy fitting kondangan. Cook santri Kakung kondangan clothes rich people want to go to the rice fields!" the taunts of the kakung again provoked the laughter of everyone in the room.

...***...

Time passes very quickly. All three of my friends left the house after making a joke. Now left Darto and Kakung who just returned home, after performing Isya worship at the mosque.

We go to the market tomorrow, Dar, and find out where the new gas station is," said Kakung opened the conversation in the middle room.

"Jih, Mbah. Darto Nurut, "Jawan Darto briefly, then lit a cigarette that had been tucked in both fingers.

The room immediately filled with cigarette smoke when Kakung also lit a cigar in his hand. And under the puff, Kakung advised Darto who was daydreaming in front of him.

"Not to be remembered! later the feeling of long waiting," said Kakung damaged the daydreams of Darto, and only got a response a smile from his grandson.

"Tomorrow in the market you must pretend not to see anything, Dar" said the kakung in continued sucking back a large cigarette in his hand.

"I mean Kakung?" Darto scrunched his forehead.

"What you see will be much different than what you saw two years ago" Kakung spoke without seeing Darto's face.

"What's different about Kung?" Darto was curious about him.

"Tomorrow you see for yourself Dar, Kakung doesn't need to bother to clear," he replied briefly, then turned off the fire on the tip of his cigarette, and went to his room.

Tonight back Darto in suguhi a teki. For hours he lay down his body trying to close his eyes. But his mind did not make it easier for him to fall asleep. Tonight Darto drifted in daydreams about his hometown, plus curiosity from what his brother said.

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