BROMOCORAS
The Dondong Opo Salak?

Khalil and Imam are still in re-position. Not yet moved from its place of sculpting. Let alone move, to switch positions only their knees are already weak. It was as if all the blood in their bodies had stopped from flowing.

Ajimukti is now standing in front of them. His hand reached into something from behind his cocoa pocket. Especially if it's not a cigarette.

Ajimukti takes a stick and turns it on. The breeze that glistens makes it have to close the end of the cigarette so that the match will light up.

Slowly full of pleasure Ajimukti smoke a cigarette that is now tucked between his mouth. And Bussssh!!! Smoke billowed from there.

Ajimukti observed the expressions of the two young men in front of him. His position has not changed. Stable in the bath. Just elbow them to code each other, I don't know what that means.

In a standing position, Dullah who had been just silently observing the excitement now leaned his back to the trunk of the mango tree where they are currently.

"What's the senior mas?" Ask Ajimukti later. They were fighting each other. There is no answer from either.

"Why has just one hadith made you two tremble? You guys are seniors? Even the three of you are khodam Kyai Aminudin. Santri trust ndalem." Ajimukti. They just kept quiet hearing that.

"Oh yes. By the way Where are you going, Mas? From yesterday afternoon I did not see it. Isn't where you three always been?"

"That's. Emm. Anu. Nous... Be less. Less feeling good." Answer Khalil. Mouth shakes.

"illness?" Ajimukti.

Khalil and Imam only nodded weakly.

Ajimukti smiled and then returned to smoking the rest of his cigarettes.

"I'm just wondering. Why as a senior who should be able to be an example for juniors is actually behaving like this. Sorry, Mas. Not that I want to judge you both. But as you can see. Looks like I know what." Ajimukti back to smoking his cigarette.

"From yesterday I was silent doesn't mean I can't talk. I want to stay as my senior. However, I in the world of pesantren can be said to be a child yesterday afternoon. Came here like an ugalan bitch. But not necessarily as a santri, let alone senior santri who certainly has eaten a lot of salt acid religious science behave as you have shown us." Ajimukti.

"Did not the Prophet of Allah have served us through the Companion of Abu Jurayy Jabir bin Sulaim, Laa tasubbanna ahada, do not insult anyone!" Ajimukti continues to corner them both in the dead position of fleas.

"Yaa ayyuhal-ladzina aamanuu, Laa yaskhar qaumun min qaumin'asa an yakuunuu khayram-minhum.ila end the verse. That's Al Hujurat verse 11. You know what it means without me reading it. I don't want to say riya' and don't appreciate seniors." Say Ajimukti later.

Jem! Khalil and Imam changed his facial expressions. Now it looks more sour to hear Ajimukti read the verse with a soft voice, so tartil, smooth and without a hint of wrong mahroj.

Ajimukti realized that. He did not want to make his two seniors more excited.

"Yaa ayyuhal-ladzina aamanuujtanibuu katsiran minadhdhanni inna ba'dhadh-dhanni itsmu, that's what the next verse is if not wrong. DON’T JUGDE THE MAN FROM THE COVER. But..." Ajimukti stopped his words and brought his face closer to theirs.

"The call is for those who believe..." He then codified Dullah and stepped away from Khalil and Imam who were still consistent in rigidity.

Before passing by following Ajimukti. Dullah patted Khalil on the shoulder. Makes Khalil look even more shaky.

"Dong opo salak, duku cilik. Ngandong opo mbecak, mlaku thymic." Dullah passed by following Ajimukti's steps while singing Javanese children's songs. Ajimukti just smiled to hear the nanny singing as if she was really happy mood.

And not without the intention of Dullah to kick the volley. It was a blow if only they could skin the word in every song by Kris Biantoro.

For a while, susanana was silent. Khalil and Imam were still standing there. Under that big mango tree. Their hearts are beating. Still shaking even though Ajimukti was not there.

Realizing that Ajimukti has really passed. Khalil took his breath, trying to restore his concentration. Even with the Priest, he was seen to take his breath in deeply and exhale it strongly.

"Buset. What the hell is a kid eating?" Khalil said then dropped his body leaning against the trunk of the mango tree. The priest also sat down.

"Then, Lil." Chirp Imam.

"Can we be seniors at matt kayak checkmate." Khalil grumbling.

"We think of ways to make the child know and open his eyes wide at who we are. Want to play with senior santri like us."

"Rubber, Lil. We tell Budi too. He should know this.".

"It could be even more disturbing that child if we let it stand. Only two days have we dared to guruin us." The priest continued to mutter.

Not long after they left that place. Their red faces were extinguished and expressions full of true emotions emanated clearly from the look on their faces.

Meanwhile, where Ajimukti is at this time. In a room that is not too large. Ajimukti dropped his body onto the bed.

"So did anyone come in?" Gumam Ajimukti later. Dullah who just took off the button of his cocoa shirt, sitting next to Ajimukti's legs were stretched out.

"It should have come in, Mom. That was a big blow.".

" Yes, it's easy after this they can appreciate others a little, Lek."

"But to be honest, Mum. Seeing their expressions I was satisfied."

Ajimukti just smiles.

"If they have any shame. Tomorrow they'll be covering their faces when they see us again, ma'am." Further.

"Slow down we can definitely hit them without having to use a fist, Lek."

"Yes, Mas. If I was alone. Uh, since the beginning I've chopped it up kid. Already I'm cracking their spicy mouth." Dullah looked adorable when he said that.

Ajimukti laughs. Then suddenly woke up from the fall made Dullah shocked.

"What's up, Mom?"

"I forgot something, Lek."

Dullah frowned. "What's up, Mom?"

"I forgot to tell Kang Hamid for a while Kang Marwan'dalin ngajar fiqihnya third grade, Lek."

Dullah laughing. Ajimukti is now the one who changed his frown.

"Kok Lek Dul laughed. What's up, Lek?"

Dullah even shook his head, making Ajimukti curious.

"All I have arranged, Mom. Just take it easy. Fathul Mu'in, Lubbul Ushul, Faro'idul-Bahiyah, not Kang Hamid who handles as long as Kang Marwan returns home, but Kang Harun. You see, I think later pity Kang Hamid if you have to teach fiqih two classes. While Kang Harun is only Mabadi' first class. So I think more time. Yes even so I also told Kang Hamid to help Kang Aaron, Mas."

Ajimukti seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sampeyan pancen ngeten, Lek." Giving his thumb to Dullah.

Dullah just smiled and went back to the head bobble.

Dullah continued to take off his cocoa shirt. For a moment the atmosphere returned to silence until a knock on the door broke the silence of the room.

Seriate...