BROMOCORAS
Testimony

Many people complain about the rain. But not a few are also so excited where when the rain falls. It rained. It will come down though many will dislike it, for it will rain on those who wait for its presence.

Glancing at the watch in hand, it was still not past midnight.

"Mas, what time do we get there?"

"Perhaps before dawn, you'll sleep again."

"Hmm."

They are not brothers. Even the one called Mas, his age was much younger than the one who called him. Maybe even his son.

His name is Ajimukti, a pretty interesting young man. White with ideal height and stature. The shape of his face is tapered with a slightly pointed nose and a slightly brown eyeball.

While calling him Mas, he was the nanny of Ajimukti since Ajimukti was three years old. His name was Dullah, but Ajimukti used to call him Lek Dul. Lek, if the Javanese Timuran interpreted uncle or om. His age is about fifty years more, tan skin mature, not too high but has muscles that are fairly stocky for the size of the body his age.

"We hope when we get there the rain has subsided, Lek."

"Yes, Mas. Hopefully."

Dullah confirmed his sitting position. At first glance his eyes glanced at Ajimukti who seemed to be agitated. I don't know what Ajimukti is thinking right now. Dullah did not dare to rebuke or even ask. It's just that Dullah memorized correctly with the face of Ajimukti. After all, he had nurtured a dozen years of Ajimukti.

From the window, the streets around are very quiet and continue to be flooded with quite heavy rain. Occasionally they pass through some dark streets without lighting. The driver also has to reduce speed.

The bus was not going too fast. Faintly heard the sound of memories of sailing with heavy rain outside. The cold weather makes almost all passengers sleep without caring about the rain. Hopefully, the driver will not be sleepy because of this atmosphere.

Ajimukti grabbed a mineral bottle in his backpack pocket. Open the lid and swallow it. Jakun on his neck was seen going up and down swallowing the water running down his throat.

Dullah just fell silent. Occasionally his eyes still steal a glance towards Ajimukti. Dullah is increasingly convinced Ajimukti is agitated at this time. Several times, Ajimukti also looked at the clock in his hand. Increasingly shows his apparent uneasiness.

Ajimukti realized a little that Dullah had been secretly watching his attitude.

"I'm confused, Lek."

Dullah held up his seat. Dullah was astonished as if Ajimukti knew what he had in mind. But Dullah understands very well, that is what Ajimukti is. Sometimes there is no need to ask, Ajimukti will eventually tell a story.

"Is what I'm doing right or wrong?"

Ajimukti. Throwing his breath long.

Dullah smiled.

"Mas Aji was convinced from the beginning, right? Why doubt now?"

"Doubt not, Lek. But honestly there are things that from the beginning disturb my mind."

Dullah just fell silent. Dullah did not want to ask blatantly about what it was. He let it go until Ajimukti told him himself.

"Bismillah, my dear."

Ajimukti nodded heavily then threw a slight smile at Dullah. Dullah knows that smile does not mean Ajimukti anxiety is lost, but quite the opposite.

"Yes, Lek. Just go to sleep again. It's still about three hours to get there."

"Sampeyan goes to sleep, too, Mas."

Actually, Dullah was still sleepy until Ajimukti suddenly invited him to chat. It's just that Dullah is not good if he continues his sleep.

Ajimukti seemed to be closing his eyes. Either sleeping or thinking of something, Dullah did not want to find out at this time. He turned his head back to the bench. His eyes quickly closed because he was holding back the sleepiness from earlier.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed, and the rain had not yet subsided.

Three hours passed.

"Preparation. Preparation. Terminal Preparation."

The bus conductor was heard starting to give instructions to the passengers who were going down to prepare their luggage.

Dullah had already grabbed his backpack while justifying his jacket. His eyes occasionally glanced at Ajimukti who was also preparing to descend. The restlessness was still clearly visible on Ajimukti's face.

Bus stop. All the passengers stood up and got off the bus. With Ajimukti and Dullah.

"Alhamdulillah, finally until yes, Mas."

"Yes, Lek."

Ajimukti saw the clock in his hand.

"Not dawn, Lek. Let's go get some coffee while we wait for dawn, Lek."

Dullah just nodded then walked following Ajimukti to the terminal suburban food stall.

A few hours later.

The sound of the dawn adhan flowed beautifully from an ancient mosque that is quite large. Some people with gloves and scots were seen rushing towards the mosque.

Ajimukti stands right in the courtyard of the mosque. The yard is quite spacious with paving pairs that have been arranged with neatly combined patterns. Because of its vastness, it may be enough to park about twenty large buses. Dullah stood behind Ajimukti.

Now Ajimukti's views are on a middle-aged man, a few years older than Dullah. The man was wearing white cocoa, a white sheath with a slight pattern of black stripes, a white peci as well as a strip of turban wrapped around his neck. Almost everyone in the mosque stood when he saw the man. Scramble each other to greet and kiss the man's hand.

"We're in now, Lek."

"Good, Mas."

Ajimukti walked towards the mosque in the Dullah's wake. His gaze was still fixed on the crowd of people who were scrambling to be able to greet the man in a turban.

Ajimukti heads to the corner side of the Mosque, puts down his backpack, takes off his jacket, then prays dawn. Dullah is like that too. Some people looked at the two of them with unfamiliar gazes. I don't know what they have in mind.

Iqomah reverberated from a young man who was very thick with his santri-style clothes. Ajimukti soon moved from his seat, joining the shoff at the back. Letting his backpack stay in the corner of the mosque.

After the Fajr Prayer, Ajimukti is still sitting on the terrace of the Mosque. Some of the passers-by looked at him still with a foreign look. Dullah who has since felt uncomfortable with the views of people around him.

The sacrificial man who had made all worshippers scramble to greet him who was also an imam of prayer, now came out of the mosque in the presence of three people behind him, including the one who earlier proclaimed the iqomah.

Seeing the man walking not far from him, Ajimukti immediately woke up from his seat.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Warahmatullah Westarakatuh."

"Who is this? Not very polite. Don't know who this is? It's good to call sir." Say one of the young men behind the man with an unhappy face to Ajimukti.

The man raised his hand. He gestured for the young man to be quiet. The young man immediately lowered his head.

"I'm sorry I don't know whose father. Sorry for my sass." Say Ajimukti with a slight bow.

"It's okay young man. If you can know who this young man is and from where? How come I just saw you both this time." Said the man while looking at Dullah who had been silent behind Ajimukti.

Ajimukti smiled, "I'm Ajimukti, sir. And this is Dullah, my uncle."

The man only nodded his head, while the three youths behind him were still staring at the two of them with a dislike look.

"We came from Jogjakarta." Ajimukti.

"Yes yes. It's true that you don't know who I am."

"Origin and you know yes. This is Kyai Aminudin. He Kyai is very respected in this area because of his many students and come from various regions in Indonesia. So do not just call your father to him. Call him Kyai." Said the young man who had not liked Ajimukti since then also Dullah.

"This one doesn't seem to be a santri like us. So it's only natural not to know how to behave to a Kyai like our Kyai." Came the other young man.

Ajimukti just smiled, his head slightly nodded slowly.

"Already have. Its alright. Because they are not here. It's only natural not to know." Sahut the man whom three young men called him by the call of Kyai Aminudin.

"Oh yeah, if I could know where you two are going?" Ask Kyai Aminudin later.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity again, sir...."

"Oh, Kyai." Ajimukti justifies his own talk.

"We came here because we wanted to find Pondok Pesantren Hidayah, Kyai."

Three young men behind Kyai Aminudin laughed. Kyai Aminudin smiled faintly.

Dullah was amazed at what made them laugh.

"Do you know where our cottage's name is?" Ask one of the young men.

"Kok can-can't know the name of his cottage but don't know who his Kyai is." Came another young man.

Once again Kyai Aminudin waved his hand and the three young men understood what he meant.

"If you can tell, what need are you looking for my Pesantren Cottage?"

Ajimukti smiled faintly. His facial expression changed.

"I want to be a santri here, Kyai." Say Ajimukti quiet.

Once again the three young men were broken.

"Nyantri here you say?"

"You can read the Qur'an yet?"

"Yes, not just anyone can be a santri Pondok Hidayah. You knew! This cottage is a boarding school that already has a good name. Santri here is already well known for his teaching ability."

"Let's not you just want to boast with the frills of our Pesantren. You can't do anything."

"Well, could drop the Pesantren's good name."

The three young men fought each other to denounce Ajimukti. Ajimukti is quiet and calm. Without expressing anything. While Dullah just shook his head slowly.

"It's already." Kyai Aminudin.

"But there's a point in this too they say, Mas. Do not let the big name of Pondok Hidayah just for frills let people look at."

"I haven't been able to do anything, Kyai. That's why I'm here to learn. Because what I heard, in this cottage all the students are good at teaching and piety."

Kyai Aminudin. Seems happy with Ajimukti's praise.

"Of course, Mas. If that doesn't need to be asked again. Who does not know the big name of Pondok Pesantren Hidayah? Also my godliness as a Cottage Nanny?"

"Then from that, Kyai. I want to learn from a well-respected cottage. Not just an ordinary cottage."

Again Kyai Aminudin laughed happily.

"alright. We'd better talk at the cottage, Mas, sir. So you can also see for yourself what the Hidayah Cottage is like? And how much cunning."

"OK Kyai then."

One of the three young men raised his hand to speak. Kyai Aminudin.

"Kyai is not wrong to accept them as santri here?"

Kyai Aminudin smiled. "What's wrong is we give opportunities to those who want to repent."

Dullah gulped.

"But Kyai. All the santri here came with their parents. Almost everyone comes in a nice car. Many of them were sons of officials or rulers. Lah, this is them just here, I don't know what went up. Can they pay monthly dues here?"

Obviously the young man was mocking Ajimukti and Dullah because his gaze had been fixed on Ajimukti and Dullah.

"That's what we think about later. Let's go to the pesantren first. It's noon."

"Okay, Kyai.'

Kyai Aminudin invited Ajimukti and Dullah to the boarding school. The three young men still did not move. Obviously their dislike of Ajimukti at this time.

When Kyai Aminudin turned towards the three of them. Only the three of them were stirred up to walk after his Kyai.

Dullah took a deep breath and then exhaled strongly. Ajimukti realized that. Ajimukti understood very well with his nanny since childhood. Understand the discomfort and anxiety of Dullah.

Ajimukti grabbed Dullah's shoulder. Tidied for a moment. Tried to calm him. Convince Dullah that everything will be fine.

Dullah smiled faintly at Ajimukti. Now Dullah knows why since on the bus Ajimukti looked agitated. Maybe this thing that happened is already being read by Ajimukti. Once again Dullah took a deep breath and again released it strongly. In this condition Dullah tried to calmly follow what Ajimukti would do.

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