BROMOCORAS
Could it be the Guardian of the Mastur?

The heat of the day was quite stinging. The white cloud hanging in the sky seemed to avoid the scorching sting of the Sun made the earth below it full of hot light.

Among the heat this afternoon, among the land that was not licked by the hot sun because of the spot covered by a big tree. Sobri, sitting under the big tree enjoying the wind that only occasionally felt the blow.

Not far from him, under another large tree, an old man was seen leaning against the trunk. Sobri glimpsed at a glance at the old man, it seemed like the old man was not a person here, he thought. Without realizing it, the man now turned to look at Sobri and threw his smile making Sobri a little awkward.

Shortly after, the old man was seen walking closer to Sobri.

"It looks like it's pretty hot today, huh, kid?" Ask the old man.

"Yes, Mbah. Not enough anymore, but very hot." Sobri chuckled a little.

The old man smiled, "Not really, son. Enough for me. Yeah, compared to the heat of hellfire." Now the old man widened his smile.

Sobri also smiled, "If that is clear, Mbah. But may we be kept away from the torment of the fires of hell, Mbah." Sobri Sahut.

"Aamiin, if that's the case, son. But if our model man, yo ra ketang dikit will ngicipi in dilat genine neroko." Said the old man relaxed and flat.

Sobri frowned, "Why is that, Mbah? Can our origin in this world be able to keep all that makes us not shocked in hell huh Gusti will definitely spare us from the heat of hell fire, Mbah?" Ask later.

"It's easy, son. Nglakoni is not as easy as when talking. That's not as big of an obsession to get into heaven, son. And that's a fact." Said the old man again.

"It is only if there is a desire that humans can look very good. It's good only when people see it. Sometimes even deliberately shown, spiced, prostituted ngono wae. As if goodness were public consumption and capital major raine menungso liyane." Next later.

Sobri nodded, "Waste is right, but if it is good, do you still taste the fire of hell, Mbah? Is that fair? Is not Allah Al-Adl?" Ask later.

The old man smiled, "It's not fair, son. Humans do tend to like to demand justice when what is obtained is not in accordance with what has been done, when his rights are not balanced with obligations, it is for humans. But humans forget, even their istighfar still needs to be in Istighfari."

Sobri frowned, "What do you mean, Mbah?"

The old man smiled, "Humans are always satisfied with what he has done, but always dissatisfied with what they get. Man always has his own law. When they do good, they feel like they are the best. When they are diligent in worship then feel that he is the most pious."

Sobri nodded, "Waste is right. That's human nature, Mbah."

The old man smiled again, "That's why I said, it's natural sik ra ketang weruh rasane geni neroko."

Sobri nodded again.

"Sampeyan work here?" Ask the old man later.

"I'm here, Mbah." Answer Sobri.

The old man nodded, "I was delighted when he saw the young man sregep naji. With so many young people who are beautiful, hopefully there will be more potential to spawn more and more kyai kyai alim in the country that began to morat marit."

"Aamiin, Mbah. Pangestune mawon." Sobri Sahut.

"But yes it must be true nyantri lillahi ta'ala. Not because of any other intention." Came on the man then.

"God willing, Mbah."

"There are no rich people without work, people who work until retirement are not necessarily rich. There is no smart person without learning, the person who learns is not entirely smart. There is no rank without Ragat, the person who ngentekno Ragat certainly can not rank. So is Kyai, son. There is no kyai without njai, people who pay are not necessarily kyai. Opo meneh sing ra naji." Came on the old man again.

Sobri nodded lightly.

"Waste is right." Sobri also laughed.

"But if I don't pay to be Kyai, Mbah. I just want my life for a little while this is not in vain." Sobri.

"That's great, son. Manut kersane Gusti's. Kyai is not a title to pursue. It's a people choice. When people feel that A deserves to be Kyai, then the trust must be carried out as it should. Dadi Kyai sing ngayomi." Said the old man again.

"God willing, Mbah. I also don't want to be grandiose. To be able to use what I have got is enough. To practice what I have to practice, to be grateful." Sobri Sahut.

The old man nodded lightly, "The Javanese have a lovely Tumbang sing'e, son."

"Blown? Convex what is it, Mbah?" Sobri asked a little curiously.

"Reg ngarso sung tulodho, ing madyo mbangun karso, tut wuri handayani, which means yes if in front ya should be able to be an example, but when in the middle ya should be able to build the spirit, but when in the middle of the, nyagak'i sing neng ngarep, nongkong sing neng mburi. And if it's behind, it should be able to give a boost. Supporting the one in front of him, nyengkuyung. We have to be optimistic, son. Must be in the front, in the middle also in the back." Answer the old man.

"Yes, Mbah. I understand that." Sobri again nodded his head lightly.

"As of this afternoon, son. We complain until we find a shady place. It is because of our lack of gratitude. Hot dikasih ambat, dikasih rain. The man was pancen mbingungne. But hot fitting like this let's look at the ice basket basket, they are happy, the trade is in demand. Cracker entrepreneurs, happy, can sunn their wares. Farmers are happy to be able to dry the grain. If it rains a lot of sweat the clothesline is not dry, muddy, can not go where. But the farmer was happy, there was no need to water their crops, and so on." again the old man chuckled.

"Waste right. Humans are so, Mbah. Rarely a nepakne. People with sore necks are to blame for the pillow really, Mbah." Sobri also would not want to laugh.

"Yes, Son. In everything, for example, mistakes. The main suspect is behind the mirror if we want to mirror." The old man then stood up.

"Yes, Son. Resume. Welinge Simbah, sampeyan should sregep ngajinya. This country needs spiritual refreshment not only economic refreshment." Said the old man again.

"Where are you going, Mbah?" Ask Sobri and then stand up.

"I'm going to the sareean down there, shove to my best friend's grave." Said the old man.

"Good, Mbah. Take care." Sobri said with a smile.

"Sampeyan too." The man returned Sobri's smile and then began to swing his legs and stepped out under the shady tree and returned to the scorching sun this afternoon.

Sobri smiled to himself as he watched the old man's passing from before him. The old man with a typical Javanese udeng had walked quite far from before him.

"The waste seems to be ngalim." Mumbled.

But Sobri was immediately jolted. His face was full of expressions of shock.

"Don't Dumpster that Guardian Mastur?" Mumbled again.

Sobri looked towards the man's departure, the man already did not see the reach of his eyes. Sobri hurried to chase after the old man.

"Definitely not far away, still time for me to pursue to know his name." Sobri muttered as he ran after the old man.

But Sobri no longer found the old man.

"Where is the symbol? That feeling turned here?" He muttered to himself while scratching his head.

"Oh, yes, Sarean. The tribute said he was going to his best friend's nyekar sareean. Maybe I can meet that Cesspit there." Again Sobri muttered and immediately rushed his pace towards the village's public cemetery.

Seriate...