BROMOCORAS
Shakut Dullah

It was cold this morning, maybe because of the drizzle overnight that had momentarily flushed Pondok Hidayah and its surroundings plus the smell of the soil rancid that is still wet makes the morning atmosphere more fitting for a moment to enjoy a cup of hot coffee. On the other hand, the wet leaf leaves that sway in the wind occasionally drop a clear grain to the ground, maybe the rest of the rainwater that was mixed with dew overnight.

Ajimukti and Dullah are walking in the courtyard of the mosque is quite wide. Walk towards the gate to the stall where they met Prastowo a few days ago. Just wearing a black shirt and a sarong, like not feeling the cold this morning. In contrast to Dullah who had always swiped his palm and occasionally blew it to warm his body a little.

Not yet arrived at the gate of a Range Rover Sport car that is quite luxurious entering the gate of the mosque. Obviously it's not just anyone who can own such a fancy car. The price of the car can reach 2M more. Ajimukti and Dullah momentarily pulled over to the side of the gate. The luxury car with silver paint suddenly stopped at the gate. Then open the car glass. Ajimukti observes who is behind the driver's wheel.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Kang Ajik." Suddenly someone pulled his head out from behind the glass of the car.

Ajimukti for a moment flinched. Then hurriedly approached the driver of the luxury car.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Gus Faruq." Sahut Ajimukti while slightly bowing his body.

It turned out that someone behind the luxury car was Faruq, an alfiyah class teacher who still had a relative relationship with Kyai Aminudin's wife.

"Where are you going, Kang?" Ask Faruq then.

"This, Gus. Go to the shop."

"Oh, yasudah, Kang. Monggo. I'm going in first."

"Monggo, Gus." Again Ajimukti bowed his body.

Faruq closed his car glass and drove his car to Pondok Hidayah.

Dullah approached Ajimukti who was still standing in the middle of the mosque gate.

"Oh, that was Gus Faruq huh, Mas?"

"Yes, Lek."

"Not too arrogant, I think. The proof he took the time to stop once he saw the sampeyan. Just met yesterday."

"It looks like it, Lek."

Ajimukti again continued his steps towards the stall. Dullah followed him again, when he looked back at the parking lot of Pondok Hidayah where the car driven by Faruq now stopped.

Seen by Dullah Faruq out of the front door, then hurriedly opened the back door and after that someone's legs look stretched out. In Dullah's view it looks like the woman who will come out from the back bench.

"Come, Lek." Ajimukti's call made Dullah immediately pass to Ajimukti who had walked far enough away from him.

"Gus Faruq is married, huh, Mas?" Ask Dullah then.

Ajimukti. Then laugh.

"Where do I know, Lek. Yesterday I met just an acquaintance. And again fitting there needs to be the same Manan."

"Ohh." Dullah nodded his head.

"Why ask Gus Faruq is married yet, Lek?" Ajimukti narrowed his eyes.

"Not what, Mom. I saw Gus Faruq get out of the car and go to the back door. Looks like the woman behind it, Mas."

"It's possible, Lek. Or maybe Miss Nye could too. Because it was fitting to stop also did not appear there were people. The glasses are dark, Lek. Try asking Manan later. He knows better than he does, Lek."

Dullah just shrugged his shoulders.

Ajimukti and Dullah were already standing in front of a stall. Ajimukti went into the stall, while Dullah his eyes went around observing around the stall who knew Prastowo was around there.

"From what, Lek?" Ajimukti who just came out of the stall surprised Dullah who was still observing around.

"Oh, no, Mas. Who knows Prastowo is here."

"Are we going to his house, Lek. All chat. Yeah, no activity." Ajimukti's proposal later.

"May I, Mas."

"Come on, Lek."

Dullah now walked first, Ajimukti followed behind.

The atmosphere of the morning is still not just releasing the cold. The sun is still ashamed to show its might this morning. He chose to hide behind a cloud. Although occasionally peeking, but not enough to warm the body below it.

"What's in the cottage no activity seems to have been able to come out." Prastowo asked as he opened the window of his house. Suddenly the wind brought the cold into the living room.

"Nothing, Lek. It's still noon." Ajimukti.

Prastowo then sat down with them. Prastowo's wife soon came to bring a tray containing a hot coffee cup as well as a plate of fried food.

"Thank you, Ma'am yu." Said Dullah to Prastowo's wife.

"It's just coffee, Kang. Monggo. Being treated so." Prastowo's wife invited the two Prastowo guests. Then back to the back.

"Oh yes, Pras. How's your son doing?" Ask Dullah then.

"Alhamdulillah, Dul. Later this year Ajeng my eldest son Akalu Sannah, he said. If Anto just wants to enter Tsanawiyah."

"Excellent, Pras. You managed to educate your children to be santriwan santriwati."

Prastowo just laughed. "Don't do it, Dul. It's all thanks to Kang Salim's help, Dul."

Dullah nodded.

"What about your own son, Dul? You haven't told me much about your family yesterday." Prastowo.

"Yes, actually the one that Mas Aji came here originally, Sobri, my only child, Pras. But since ndalem needs him, I'm the one who finally accompanied this Mas Aji here. And again a little much I know the ins and outs of this area, Pras."

Prastowo just nodded.

Prastowo married shortly after leaving his old life. Thanks to Zaini's help, Prastowo was finally brought closer to Sumiatun who still had blood ties with Zaini. From the wedding, Prastowo was blessed with two daughters and a son. Ajeng and Anto are called. Since his son was a child, Prastowo has entrusted his son to one of the boarding schools in the Pacitan area, East Java.

While Dullah himself, married Tri Murti girl from Jogja who is still his relative Kartika, his mother Ajimukti. From Tri Murti, Dullah was only blessed with a boy named Sobri.

"Well, surely your son is qualified, Dul." Puji Prastowo's.

Dullah just smiled at the praise of his best friend.

"Maybe we'll have to introduce our son, Dul. To continue to build this friendship of ours." Prastowo.

"Well, don't don't you want to be with me, Pras?" Celtap Dullah then.

Ajimukti who heard that laughed. He knows very well how Sobri. Sobri is very difficult to be attracted to women. Even Ajimukti remembered how Sobri responded when a santriwati arrived to send him a letter at that time.

"It seems like a good idea, Lek." Sahut Ajimukti then still a little laughter on his lips.

"Why not. Yes, Mas Aji." Susul Prastowo.

Dullah now laughs and they reach for a coffee glass that has not been plastered since Prastowo invited him back.

"By the way, Pras. Why didn't you tell me Anggoro used to come here and his son still lives here?" Ask Dullah then.

Prastowo changed his sitting position.

"I forgot, Dul. So happy to see you again I forgot the story. Are you the same Mas Aji met Manan?"

"Already, Pras. But for our plan. We haven't been able to tell Manan."

Prastowo.

"It's best to wait for Anggoro here, Dul. Let Manan know here." Prastowo.

"Well, I mean so too, Lek. Later if Mr. Lek Anggoro just come here. While let us keep everything a secret from Manan."

Prastowo confirmed Ajimukti's speech.

The crane! The crane! The crane!

The phone rings stopping their conversation. Prastowo got up from his seat and grabbed a cell phone lying on a long cot in the corner of his living room.

"The Wedok boy, Dul." He said to Dullah who then immediately picked up the phone.

Seriate...