
Kang Ridwan looked troubled.
"Hopefully, it's not too late, huh Alloh," inner Kang Ridwan.
"Kyai, try, Mr. Kyai meditate, look for it, Mamat! I feel worried. Though I have promised, after the Rose is found, I will soon follow it to the Beach. But I forgot!" kang Ridwan said he felt guilty.
"Silence, Kang! Don't panic like that. If this was not Mamat's fate, he would have survived" Mr. Kyai said, trying to appease Kang Ridwan.
"Yes, but still, I feel guilty, Kyai!"
"Bismillah, I will try meditation. But, I don't know the bin–nya si, Mamat!" said Mr. Kyai suddenly.
"Astaghfirulloh," Kang Ridwan patted his own head.
"Ask the other driver, Kang! Maybe someone knows," said Mr. Kyai.
"Yes, there will be meditation" replied Kang Ridwan.
Kang Ridwan continues to bedo'a and dhikr for Mamat's safety.
"Well, where's the pomegranate stick!" kang Ridwan was a little surprised.
"You didn't bring it, Kang! I saw you sitting near the living room sofa" said Mr. Kyai.
"Yes Robbi! Forgive your servant. Slave a lot of sins, so it is easy to forget," said Kang Ridwan who felt anxious because he thought of Mamat.
"Patience, Kang! Don't panic that way! Genengan can laugh at the things of the past, and also the time that will come, just try to be illuminated using the inner eye of njenengan. Where is Mamat now! So that there is a little enlightenment" said Mr. Kyai.
"Can't, Kyai! My mind is in chaos,"
"If you feel like a mess, how do you save, Mamat!" said Mr. Kyai.
"Astaghfirulloh! Achaghfirulloh,"
"Patience, Kang! Breathe in, and breathe out slowly. Do it over and over again" said Mr. Kyai.
Kang Ridwan obeyed the order that Mr. Kyai had said. After a few times, he felt calm.
Aziz and Dimas just quietly listened to the chat between Pak Kyai and Kang Ridwan, without asking anything.
Kang Ridwan then took a deep breath, he held his breath, then closed his eyes with Mamat's sight with the Bayong demon.
Upon seeing the sight, the view was lost, and replaced with an ancient Javanese inscription.
"Bayong silhouette is the guardian of Babakan swamp, which already existed in the ancient century. People who have disturbed in the swamp, will be eaten by bayong fish, and will be released on the South coast. Bayong fish is a subsidiary of Nyi Roro kidul who is in charge of guarding the Babakan swamp. People who are successfully brought by Bayong, can become slaves and settle there forever, if the person eats the treats given by Bayong. Or, the person could come back, with a gift offer. Or neither, but returned in a lifeless state. A person who drowns in the sea will not be able to survive, even if he can sail the sea,"
(It's just author fiction, make it entertainment, yeah)
Kang Ridwan then opened his eyes. He exhaled his long breath, which he had been holding.
"How, Kang! What did you get?" ask Mr. Kyai curious.
"Berdo'a, Kyai, I hope there's still time. We leave everything to the Khaliq. Maybe this has become a way for Mamat," said Kang Ridwan lethargic.
While in Mr. Ruman's car.
"Sorry, Tun! The Mamat still has a job from the boss, so it can't go home yet. It just so happens that the guy's not the same as me,"
"Oh, but why can't the number be reached huh, Juned mas?" ask Mamat's wife from across the street.
"Maybe the battery's gone, and forgot to fire,"
"Oh, later when Juned met my husband, please say yes, Mas, if I call. If you may ask for help, can Mas Juned, lend me money first? To control my son, Mas!" said Atun softly from across there.
Juned sighed. He himself needs money. With the work given by Mr. Ruman, and a fairly large fee, the plan, Juned will buy a motorcycle, to pick up his son's school. So that his wife does not need to be tired of walking again, taking her son with a long distance.
"Yes, Tun, I'll say to Mamat ... If about money, sorry, Tun, I have not been able to lend, sorry ..." said Juned held back his bad taste.
"Indeed, how much money does Mamat's wife need, Jun?" tanya Ruman suddenly interrupted.
Juned looked back for a moment to see Mr. Ruman, Juned then asked Atun. "Eh, Tun, if you can figure out, how much money do you need?"
"About a million, Mas! For the cost of control and redeeming the medicine," replied Atun expectantly.
Juned distanced his phone, then answered Mr. Ruman, "it takes a million, sir! For control and also drug-reducing,"
"Okay, I'll transfer right now, send the account number," replied Mr. Ruman while taking the phone out of his pants pocket.
"Tun, send me the account number now! I hung up the phone ... Yes, Tun ... Yes, well .. I'm sorry ... Yes, yes, yes, Tun! ... Wa'alaikumsalam,"
Juned ended his conversation with Mamat's wife with a greeting. He breathed a sigh of relief, but it was also unpleasant to have to lie.
Clunting!
Account number has been sent. Mamat then read the number to Mr. Ruman. Then, the money worth 1,500,000 was successfully sent by Mr. Ruman.
Soon enough, a message from Atun came back in.
"Mas Juned, thank you. But this is mostly, I need a million, why a million five?"
Juned read the message and asked Mr. Ruman, "Sir, did you send a million limaratuses?"
"Yes, just tell me, it's Mamat's payment, more will I transfer later," replied Mr. Ruman.
Juned nodded, he then replied to Atun's message.
"Actually, that's Mamat's pay, Tun. More will be transferred later," Juned replied.
Juned ended the conversation of the message, he then held his throbbing head. Bambang who was actually driving, glanced at Juned.
"Hopefully, Mamat is fine, Jun!" bambang said while driving.
"Amin, Maize!" juned replied while looking out the window.
"I feel sorry for him. Yesterday, before there was a project from Mr. Ruman, Mamat story, if his son has a heart disease, and must often control. Because he could not make a very expensive ring. What's more, he has a bank installment. He also said, if he was asked to–i money by his wife, when there was no money at all, he owed it to loan sharks. And that debt has now flowered. Oh, what a pity, Mbang!" june answered the driver named Bambang.
Bambang has no wife, let alone children.
Ruman felt sorry to hear Juned's story. In his heart, he intended to increase Mamat's payment, later if he had met Mamat, and would give it directly. Ruman felt guilty also to him, for the disappearance of Mamat, because of him who used his services. To participate in the search for the rose.