BROMOCORAS
Set the Scheme

Budi looks upset to hear the story of Khalil and Imam. His hands look clenched. His teeth were clutched, it was visible from his twitching jaw.

"It's true I didn't think. Why would that kid dare talk like that to you."

"Dine, Bud. We need to teach him a lesson so he can understand who we are. If not. He'll be even more excited later." The Imam is increasingly pumping Budi. Khalil nodded confirming the Imam's speech.

"But you two really don't lose the debate is it the same kid? We can be as seniors. Can fall flat on us if we get other santri santri to know."

Khalil and Imam were mutually elbowed.

"Just calm down, Bud. Yesterday we lost the same boy who iqro' just not khatam."

Budi nodded. It seems he already has a plan.

"I have an interesting idea that will definitely make the boy and his uncle play with us seniors."

Khalil and Imam looked at each other and threw a faint smile at each other.

"What is your idea, Bud?" Khalil is impatient.

"We trap him. Formulate him. And I'm sure. After that he won't just get ta'zir, but he can be kicked out of here."

Khalil and Imam Smile.

"How?" The priest also seemed to be impatient.

"We're using that competition tomorrow."

Khalil and Imam looked at each other not knowing what Budi's idea was. Then they approached Budi.

"You mean, Bud?"

"We'll list him on behalf of him to the lodge manager. And then comes the day H. Darr!!! He's gonna be done."

Khalil nodded in satisfaction. The priest laughed.

"Campus is a child." Imbuh Imam's.

"It's good your idea too, Bud." Praise Khalil.

"It's really cute." Imbuh Imam again.

Feeling flattered, Budi seemed to show his pride. However, among the three of them, Budi is the most superior in all cottage lessons.

"But now you've restored your condition, Bud."

"Yes this. I don't know why it feels so dizzy instead of playing. Moreover, you came to give news like that earlier. Even my head is getting bigger."

"You've rested, Bud. We're just going ahead."

Only Khalil and the Imam stepped in, and Budi held them back.

"Waitwait. You said yesterday that they seemed to be close to Manan the santri songong?" Ask Budi then.

"Yes, Bud. Manan time change you teach them and our time collected on the page yesterday Manan also the same them."

I scratch his chin.

"It is only fitting that they dare to take up your debate. Surely they've got the same doctrine as santri songong."

"It's for sure that, Bud. Manan must have brainwashed them." Khalil Sahut.

"alright. Wait until I recover. We're rolling out our plan for the new santri."

Khalil and Imam nodded obediently. Then Budi told them to leave with his hand sign. They immediately stepped away from the room.

Not far from Budi's room. Manan was walking down the corridor of the santri's room. Khalil and the Imam saw that. Silence followed Manan who seemed to be heading towards Ajimukti's room.

"That Manan there seems to be heading for the new santri's room, Mam."

"Yes, Lil. It seems so."

"We follow silence. I wonder what they're talking about there. Manan must be planning something with the new santri."

"I suspect, Lil. Don't let what he said to us earlier be Manan's man."

"Persian. I thought it was like that, Mom."

They kept silent following Manan's footsteps. Manan did not know that he was being followed by the two senior students.

Manan stood in front of a room. Knock door. Before long the door of the room opened. Ajimukti immediately let Manan in.

"Lek Dul's coffee." Manan said as soon as he arrived at Ajimukti's room and immediately sat on the mat title of the room. Light a cigarette and start to cool with a cigarette in his hand.

Dullah immediately prepared a water heater. Ajimukti fixed the sheath and sat down with Manan on the mat.

"Wait for the coffee so be it, we'll have a good conversation." Chirps Manan then.

Ajimuktu terbaik hear Manan's curse.

Outside the room Khalil and the silent Imam eavesdropped. They sat next to a large pot in front of Ajimukti's room.

"There must be this important thing, Lil." The Imam's whisper to Khalil.

Khalil codes the Imam by hissing and the index finger is affixed to his own mouth. The priest nodded without a sound.

Not long after the hot coffee arrived. The aroma that the hot steam carried smelled so fragrant.

"Eat this, Lek." Praise Manan.

Dullah just smiled and then sat down next to Ajimukti.

Manan tapped his glass on the mat. That's how coffee connoisseurs settle the coffee grounds to quickly go down. Said.

Then sip the hot coffee. His voice enjoying coffee so radiates its own satisfaction. Finished one shavings Manan put back into the chafing of his little plate.

"You want to see my father?" Ask her later.

Dullah immediately looked up, his gaze focused towards Manan.

"Well, you want to come here, Nan?" Tanya Dullah then looked so excited.

"Maybe two or three days, Lek Dul. Yeah not sure yet. But if I come here."

"OKAY. Later tell your father to go to Prastowo."

"Yes, Lek Dul. Without me saying, you must have stopped by Mr. dhe Prastowo's house. That's definitely it."

Dullah nodded. I can't wait to meet Anggoro.

Outside Khalil and Imam looked at each other.

"You heard it wasn't, Mam." Khalil's voice whispered.

"Yes, Lil." The Imam replied in a whisper.

"It turns out the old santri his uncle santri new friend father Manan."

"This is why we have to tell this, Lil."

"Should. But later."

"Keep you didn't hear that, Lil. They called the name Prastowo. Isn't that a chicken vendor up ahead?"

"Yes, Mama. You're right."

Khalil nodded. "It turns out the old santri was also familiar with the seller of cut chicken."

"Can you, Lil?" Ask the Imam then.

"Come, Mam. Why the old santri could know his father Manan was also the seller of cut chicken." Khalil frowned and pressed his finger against his chin.

"I suspect, Mum." Khalil continued later.

The priest who changed now frowned. "Surprisingly how, Lil."

"Eitherway. I can't explain it yet. But I think the old santri and his nephew must not have accidentally come to this boarding school. They're definitely not strangers in this village."

"Emmmmm. That's it, Lil. If you think it's true what you're saying anyway, Lil."

Khalil nodded slowly.

"It is impossible that they are immigrants and know this boarding school from magazines like they said when they first came here. If they only knew from magazines, it would be impossible for them to know Manan's father and the chicken salesman." Continue Imam.

"Well, there it is, Mom. I smell something from them. But what is it?"

When they were talking whispering. A Deheman shocked them. Makes them misbehave and look at each other.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Anu it. Emm. Anu. We just. We're just." The voice of the Imam.

"Emmm. We're just again. Emmm, find something again. Yeah, something fell. Yeah, Mom." Khalil elbowed the Imam and he was no less stern.

The priest just nodded slowly while continuing to observe his interlocutor. His cold sweat began to creep from his forehead. A terrified expression from his face.

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