BROMOCORAS
Nduk...!

The sun still leaves the rest of the tinge that makes the western sky look radiating a dazzling orange color. There are clouds of grayish clouds that appear to clump between the radiance of the Sun that began to be devoured dark.

A wisp of rustling wind swayed some leaves among the branches of the tree. Some dry leaves scattered on the ground also appear to fly away because of the sweep of this twilight wind.

Prastowo was enjoying a large cup of tea on the terrace of his house. Beside him there is Sumiatun looks like he is holding his face while peeling the onion skin. At that moment, his phone rang from inside his house.

"Nduk, Jeng! Please, Hape, I have a phone. You bring it here." Prastowo said half yelling at his son, Ajeng.

"Snap, Sir." Sahut Ajeng from inside the house also with a slightly elevated voice.

A few seconds later Ajeng had handed the phone to Prastowo, Prastowo saw for a moment who called him this afternoon.

"It seems to be." Prastowo muttered then raised the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dulce. What's up with the afternoon tumben telfon?" Prastowo asked as soon as the call was picked up.

"Wa'alaikum... You picked up my phone a long time ago, Pras?" Gerrutu Dullah from across the phone.

Prastowo laughed a little, "I'm sorry, Dul. Hape I put it inside, I'm running in the role." Sahut later.

"Read, the afternoon scare." Sahut Dullah.

Prastowo further hardened his laughter hearing Dullah's words.

"By the way you haven't answered my question, Dul. What's the afternoon you call? There's gotta be something, right?" Prastowo asked, repeating his question.

"Ah, yes, Pras. There is something I want to tell you." Dullah.

Here Prastowo slightly frowned, "What's that about, Dul?" Ask later.

"Maybe in the next few days Mbak Yu will go to the boarding school, Pras. As before, I ask you to help the same Sister Yu Sum to prepare for Mbak Yu there later." Said Dullah later.

"Oh, so it seems. You take it easy, Dul. I'll prepare, this happens to be my wife is also here." Prastowo Sahut.

Hearing his name called Sumiatun turned towards Prastowo.

"Ono Opo, sir?" Ask interrupted.

"Anu, Mum. Ma'am Yu is going to the pesantren. Ordinary Dullah told us to nyiapne ubio rampe during Mba Yu here." Sahut Prastowo on Sumiatun.

"Oh, Miss Yu Kartika wants to visit the pesantren, sir?" Ask Sumiatun again to make sure.

Prastowo just nodded then returned to Dullah.

"You're the one who broke Madam Yu, Dul?" Ask Prastowo then.

"Yes, Pras." Dullah from across.

"Emmm, what a coincidence then, Dul. There's something I want to talk to you about." Prastowo said afterwards.

"It matters? What's that important thing, Pras?" Dullah asked sounding probing.

"Later if you're here, Dul. It's not easy to talk on the phone like this." Prastowo Sahut.

"What's the matter, Pras?" Ask Dullah again to interrogate.

"Already, Dul. It's not what. Just go ahead." Sahut Prastowo does not want to be frank.

"God, Pras. You make me curious." Sahut Dullah then with a slightly heavy voice.

Prastowo here actually laughed, "Indeed let you be curious, Dul. But there's definitely nothing, Dul. You take it easy."

"Hmmm, fine then, Pras."

"I also happen to have something I want to talk to you about. Yeah, tarenan more or less." Said Dullah later.

"We e e e e, what's that about, Dul?" Ask Prastowo then.

"Yes, we'll see you later, Pras." Dullah.

"Well, revenge is the story. Don't you want to be frank?" Prastowo's grunt afterwards.

Dullah was heard laughing loudly across the.

"Are you the one who's playing secret secrets, Pras?" Said later.

Prastowo was finally no longer able to resist laughing.

Before long, Prastowo closed the phone from Dullah and again grabbed his cup of tea and sipped it once.

"Chat what sir is with Mr. Dhe Dullah. It looks like it's so exciting?" Tegur Ajeng who had just noticed his father laughed with a cellphone stuck in his ear.

"Yes, it's normal, Nduk. Just like you heard earlier, Mas Aji's mom wants to come here." Prastowo Sahut.

Ajeng nodded his head lightly, "When, sir?"

"Mr doesn't know yet. Only your Mr. Dhe said the next few days. Well, most Sundays this Week, Nduk." Prastowo Sahut.

Afterwards Prastowo looks to sigh. The sound of his breathing sounded so heavy.

"Sir, Jeng. There's actually something you want to talk to." Prastowo said then, looking a little hesitant, it was seen from the direction of his gaze that was not fixed on his interlocutor.

"What do you want to say? Just tell me, sir!" Sahut Ajeng with a soft voice.

Once again Prastowo sighed deeply.

"How about you too, Sobri, Nduk?" Ask Prastowo then.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean what you're asking me like this." Prastowo added.

A moment of silence, after which he began to develop his smile.

"Jeng follows the flow, sir." Smirked.

"Hmmm... So it looks." Prastowo's after.

"Ajeng has indeed been slightly able to take off the previous one, sir. And honestly..." Ajeng stopped his words.

Prastowo also Sumiatun seems to set his sights on Ajeng. Waiting for what you will say after that.

"to be honest... To be honest Ajeng began to sympathize with Kang Sobri, sir. But, but Ajeng also can not be sure. It's just, Ajeng also hopes it's not limited to admiration as before." Continue to Ajeng later.

Sumiatun was seen developing his smile to hear the words of the Ajeng, even with Prastowo.

"If you are sure and ready. You said father, Nduk. You know Sobri is just waiting for your readiness." Prastowo said later.

"For something halal, Ajeng thought whenever Ajeng would be ready, sir." Sahut Ajeng was after.

Prastowo laughed a little. "It's not as easy as your shadow, Nduk. This is not just about halal haram or good bad. But it's about all the maturation. Both your dhohiriyah and your inner self." Bright Prastowo then.

Ajeng only then nodded his head.

"What your father said, Nduk. Don't let the dadi grundelane atimu." Imbuh Sumiatun.

"Yes, Mom."

Sumiatun only then developed his smile while stroking the back of his daughter's head.

For a moment Prastowo with his wife and Ajeng, his son, were equally silent in silence. There was a sigh of breath that interlocked to fill the stretch of the terrace that afternoon. A gentle breeze that blew away some dry leaves also swayed the leaves between the twigs occasionally felt his blow caressing the faces of the shade faces of the three of them.

Meanwhile, far away in another place a young girl was sitting alone on the porch of a house. His face was radiant, there was an occasional smile blooming between his solitude. Not far from where the girl was, a middle-aged woman seemed to be observing the young girl. From the middle-aged woman's lips was a smile.

The middle-aged woman walked up to the girl, then cleared her throat to make the girl faint.

"It seems like you're happy, Nduk?" Ask the middle-aged woman to the girl.

The girl only then smiled while hiding her face with a slight look down.

"What's wrong?" Ask the middle-aged woman then.

"There's nothing what budhe. I just can't wait to see Mamas. It seems like it hasn't been a long time since I've seen him." The girl still hid her smile.

The middle-aged woman momentarily frowned as if not just convinced by the girl's words.

"Tumben, Nduk? Usually, if you meet your mamas like collars, like rats and cats." Said the middle-aged woman then.

The girl only giggled while covering her mouth with her palm.

"Buddy... That was before. Now I rarely meet. Same adult as me." The girl then.

"Emmm, but is that really the reason? Not because there's anything else?" Asked the middle-aged woman to investigate.

The girl looked wide-eyed, then for a moment swallowed.

"You've been there a long time with your Pakdhe, there must be something so memorable there. Aye right?" Ask the middle-aged woman again.

"No, Budhe." The girl looked embarrassed.

The middle-aged woman only smiled, but she really saw that there was something that the girl did not want to tell her. Before long he left the terrace and let the girl back alone with his wishful thinking that made her look the flower.

The girl returned alone in her daydream on the porch. Now he put his elbow on the table to support his head. The wind that occasionally caressed her face also flicked the hijab she was wearing.

In his solitude, he recalled that afternoon when he said goodbye to a boy from a boarding school to a young man who meant so much to him. It's just that since his move, he no longer knew the news of the young man, who he knew was still in the boarding school that was once in his place and made him know the young man.

The feeling of being impatient to meet the young man had long been in his pendam. He had prepared for everything that might happen, even if in the end the young man had finished his heart for another girl, he was ready. The girl realized that her job was not to worry, her job was only to be self-assertive. Although in the end it is not to be united, but the girl is already quite happy with the achievements she has completed, keeping what she has promised to maintain.

"How is the boy? Hmmm, hopefully with Mamas there, he is also the science of Mamas." The girl again developed her smile while muttering.

After that, the girl then straightened her body and stood up. The wind again hit her making the hijab also slightly fluttering following the movement of the wind. There was still the rest of her smile left which she carried along with her swing of steps leaving the terrace.

The western sky began to darken, there was no more remnant of the greeting Solar light, there was only a black stay in the entire expanse of the sky that stretched. There was a speck of spoiled flashing stars filling the depths of the universe offering a view without having to be peddled.

"Sir, we're the day after tomorrow to your Mamas' place. What do you think, Nduk?" The middle-aged woman asked as soon as she saw the girl's prowess coming into the house.

"Certainly Budhe? Of course I agree without having to be asked." Her mouth is full of spirit.

The middle-aged woman only then replied with a smile that expands to see the girl's face look shining.

Seriate...