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HOMECOMING

At that time, their journey from the market was plastered. Despite continued objections, Darto kekeuh invites Kakung to return, to the show where his mother's killer is dancing.

"What do you want to do, Dar? you want to be a vigilante there? you will look stupid, you have no evidence for now," Ketus kakung who is still focused on driving a vehicle that has arrived in front of the boarding school.

Didn't answer Kakung's question. Darto just kept bowing sobbing in tears as he walked towards the house after the car was perfectly parked. Seeing the state of Darto, his three friends did not dare to follow him into the house. They prefer to leave alone, give time to his friend.

"What's my mother's fault? why did he kill mom?" Ask Darto. He asked the old man who had just entered his room.

"Your mother is not wrong Dar, and not only your mother, Sambah Rayi (grandmother), even Sewba Buyut you have become a victim of him" said Kakung. His gaze was lowered when required to tell a scourge that had given a big blow in his life.

"I mean Kakung?" Darto's views were lifted, from those originally submissive after hearing Kakung's absurd reply.

"You should know, Dar. He lived long before Kakung was born, he was really the most savage human Kakung had ever met" Kakung said. His originally submissive gaze was now looking up, his eyes were looking towards the ceiling but his mind was looking far away, piercing through the memories of the difficult times he had experienced.

"You better ask Sewah Turahmin, Dar. He who feels the most pain, beyond the pain you feel," said the sack again. His view now shifted to his favorite grandson.

Without answering or asking again, Darto just kept quiet. Because he witnessed the look on his face from Kakung's face. He brought his seat closer to Kakung. And now his feelings are gradually recovering from the pain. In his heart he was determined, when visiting his friend in the village, he would ask about the truth that happened to his family to Sewah Turahmin.

"You're patient, Dar. Kakung will help whatever you need, if kakung is able to do it," said Kakung back. Then grabbed the head of his grandson, and gently rubbed his hair that was still covered in hazelnut oil.

"I'm sorry Darto, Kung. Darto is still too easily controlled by emotions, Darto promises to be a better grandson, and Darto does not want to see Kakung sad again" said Darto who is now staring at Kakung. With lips floating, though tears still dripped occasionally from his chin.

Heard his grandson trying to comfort himself even in difficult circumstances. Kakung could only reply by giving his grandson a smile. Kakung's eyes really glazed over, after seeing the determination of his grandson's heart.

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The days alternated, did not feel the time described in Anto's writing was only one week away. Pesantren still seems lonely, because only a week passed the big day of Eid, most of Santri and Santriwati are still on vacation in their respective homes. This afternoon, Darto and his three friends were busy preparing the supplies they wanted to bring. Because tomorrow is the day that Kakung decided to leave for his grandson's village.

Darto and his three friends had bought souvenirs in the pesantren area after Isya. And now the four of them are in the stall Pak Ndut, eating their favorite spicy fried rice with greed.

"Gus, I can't wait to see Gus Darto's village, there's a pretty girl Gus isn't there?" Said Surip who was holding a cigarette in his hand in the shop Pak Ndut.

"Ho.oh Gus, really, Where there is a beautiful girl who wants to be the same bachelor model Surip," chirped Bidin who immediately invited laughter.

"You have Just Din! you also ngenes, especially yesterday just rejected the same raw Yati! Duh, Dek Yati, Kang mas will faithfully wait for you until you ma..," Surip said the contents of the letter that Bidin had written to santriwati in the cottage, the, but his speech was stopped by Bidin by silencing Surip's mouth with his palm.

"Lack of Teaching you Sur!" Ketus Bidin grumbled. His cheeks were reddened, it seemed that he was holding back the shame on his chest.

Seeing his two friends like that, Darto and Harti continued to lie down at that time, until the time felt very quickly passed. Now they are in their own rooms.

That night was long for Darto. He kept trying to close his eyes, but his impatience forced him to stay awake. His mind continued to look at his hometown, his longing was really no longer held back, making him continue to open his eyes until the morning greeted.

"You why Gus? his eyes are black?" said Surip who was lifting gasoline jerry cans on top of Kakung's car.

"I can't sleep Sur" he answered briefly, trying to put luggage in the trunk.

"Eatya do not think too much Dar, it would be difficult alone right now, can not sleep last night," said kakung chuckled to see his grandson sleepy in front of him.

Hearing Kakung's words, Darto could only smile himself. And when Harti finished putting a lot of luggage into the trunk, the journey began.

Kakung and his three students stopped by the gas station and filled the tank and jerry cans on top of his car. And step back in that gas pedal under his foot.

The neatly arranged cobblestone streets have been successfully passed for four hours, now Kakung and his four students are stopping at a cottage house that sells traditional food. Voraciously they all cut food on a platter of woven bamboo with banana leaves. After being full and finished congregating, they resumed their journey. The long journey, which he said would be taken for a full day, requires them to stop several times to eat and perform worship.

After the second tank was fully loaded at the last gas station, they continued their journey back, but this time, the road they were going to take was not as crowded as before. A dense forest stretched out in front of them, and had to pick it up to reach the nearby town of Darto's hometown.

The sky has begun to darken, the car that Kakung drives has entered the area without residents. There is no settlement, nor has it crossed with any of the road users. The road in front is just a mossy rock, explaining that the road is rarely passed by other riders. The road that requires Kakung to be more careful. Be careful not to slip, also be careful that the car does not choose a damaged road. Although it was dark and quiet, they had to continue their journey. Ignore whatever is waiting for them in front.

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