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Father Child Chat

That afternoon at Hidayah.

"So you could follow Hexa, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti on that occasion to Khalil.

"Yes, Gus. Just got caught with him. Emmm, it seems like since the market she already knew that I was tailing her." Sahut Khalil later.

Ajimukti only then nodded his head.

"It seems a little strange, Gus." Sela Sobri later.

"I don't want to be prejudiced that I don't, Kang. We'd better keep an eye on the boy from afar. Maybe there's something." Sahut Ajimukti.

"Indeed, Gus. Like the first time he was here. The owner of the shop at that time said that he was very familiar with the boy, but on the other hand he said he did not know. It seems like something's weird here, Gus." Sahut Khalil was also after.

"Yes, Kang. I think the same about that." Sahut Ajimukti again after that he was silent for a moment as if thinking something.

"Emmm, I have an idea, Kang. Maybe this will help us figure it out." Said later.

Sobri, Khalil is also the same Imam frowned they can not wait to know the idea of Ajimukti this time.

"What is that, Gus?" Ask Sobri full of curiosity.

"How about we ask Kang Godril for help, Kang. He seems to be a good fit for this. Considering he's not a santri here, so it wouldn't make Hexa suspicious if Kang Godril was watching him outside the boarding school." Ajimukti's proposal later.

Sobri's smile suddenly expands. "Yes, Gus. It seems like a good way."

"Please tell Kang Godril, Kang." Say Ajimukti to Sobri later.

"Good, Gus. I'll let him know soon." Sahut Sobri later.

Meanwhile, the Hexa they were talking about had just entered the pesantren gate. By walking alone, he walked down the courtyard of the pesantren mosque towards the boarding school. Right at that moment his gaze was fixed on three people walking not far behind him who similarly entered the boarding gate. For a moment, Hexa stopped her steps and hid herself behind a large tree in the courtyard of the mosque.

"That girl wasn't the one in the photo at the time?" Muttered Hexa then.

"And the other woman, it looks like it's Bu Nyai who santri santri said that. Hmmm, that means that guy's nephew must be that girl. It's like the child says." A smile seemed to be expanding on Hexa's face this time.

"That kid? Manans. Hmmm, it's good to choose girls." The compliments are still murmuring.

After the three people walked past him unaware of his whereabouts, Hexa immediately passed from her current place and rushed into her room.

Inside the room Hexa immediately dropped her body onto the bed bed, her gaze fixed on the sky of her room.

"That girl... Hmmm..." He muttered then while slightly smiling at her.

Away from Hidayah Cottage, in a house that is quite magnificent, the conversation of father and son is also happening. A middle-aged man in a lush stature with his thick moustache looked serious when talking to his son in the back of the house. The man was Hasan Basri or Anggoro.

"So the girl you've been waiting for all this time is back, Le?" Anggoro asked his son, Manan.

Manan then nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Have you thought through your intentions?" Ask Anggoro again.

"Just be so goddamn it, sir. God willing, I have prepared it." Sahut Manan's.

Anggoro smiled, then moved from his seat.

"Is it because Mas Aji and Sobri are already ahead of you, so you also want to hasten that?" Anggoro asked again as he wrapped his hands to his chest.

"No, Sir. Not that reason." Sahut Manan rejected the reason Anggoro thought.

Anggoro sighed, "Le, Nan. It is not your intention to hinder your intention. But if you can think again." Anggoro said later.

Manan frowned, "Why, sir? Is there another reason?" Ask later.

"Le, bebrayan is not limited to being mentally prepared. But more than that. You will be in charge. To live, to direct other responsibilities. You know, Le. Maybe you are mentally ready. But the others? Especially the job." Anggoro said later.

Manan moved from his seat. "I know, Sir. For the moment I don't have a job. Is that why father?" Ask later.

Anggoro smiled, "Le, all this is yours. I'm looking for all this for you. You're the only father. Who else if not for you? But even so, you don't want you mompo matenge without knowing the drug ubete, rekasane."

"Father's right. I did too, Sir. I don't want to be a kid who can only enjoy the treasures of a parent without effort." Sahut Manan's.

"It's good that you know that, Le. That's why you want you to really think about it." Anggoro said while patting Manan's shoulder.

"If the girl really loves you. The girl written on Lauhul Mahfudz to accompany you. I'm sure he'll come back for you. Will understand and wait for you." Anggoro said after.

"Yes, sir."

"But, Sir. Does that mean I have to get out of the pesantren?" Ask Manan later.

Anggoro smiled, "The work does not need to leave njai. Vice versa, njai also do not leave the job. Both are the same worship, the same extinction. How do you treat both of them, without leaving one." Anggoro said later.

Manan slightly frowned, "How is that, sir? I'm so confused myself." Sahut Manan while scratching his forehead.

Anggoro smiled, "Father of modal love. You're running. How's it?" Anggoro.

"That's the same as depending on the father." Sahut Manan's.

Anggoro spontaneously snapped Manan's head, "You are it! I'm not done talking yet, I've come to a conclusion."

"As long as you're not married. You are still our responsibility. We give capital for you to learn how to ngupokoro upoyo. Just like you go to school, your father iki sing ngragati, the rest of you yourself are trying to be a good student. Ojo njagakne bandane wong tuo. But a conscious parent to his or her parents won't be out of hand for his or her child's future." Anggoro said later.

"Thank you, sir. Thank God I was born to parents like my father." Sahut Manan later.

"Gur welinge father, Le. Jamane saiki iki koyo alas, pancet koyo alas, Le. The more beasts, the stronger he won. No matter who it is. If you learn to work, be careful. You should be able to put yourself in, Le."

"Yes, sir."

"When did you get back to the school?" Ask Anggoro then.

Manan thought for a moment, "Maybe two or three days ahead, sir."

"Yes, I'll say the same father. Let me take you back." Anggoro said later.

"Hmmm, no need, sir. I can go alone. I don't want to interrupt your father's work." Sahut Manan's.

Anggoro smiled, "Don't be psyched. Father there is not limited to your nganter. I want to meet Mr. Lekmu Dullah. There are things you want to talk to him about, yesterday I forgot not to say."

Manan frowned, "Talk about what, sir?" Ask later.

"It's nothing, about your friend Mr. Lek. Some time ago he asked the father if he needed energy. It didn't exist, it's there now." Anggoro Sahut.

"Friends of Lek Dullah? Who, Sir?" Ask Manan later.

"Handering. You must have met him, right?" Anggoro Sahut.

"Oh, yes, sir. I know." Sahut Manan looked excited.

"So you want to pick up Mr Gandung at work?" Ask Manan later.

Anggoro smiled, "Later let me know."

Anggoro sat back in his chair earlier, grabbed his cup of tea and then downed it.

Manan just raises his shoulders, he does not want to ask more about his father's plan to take Gandung's work.

He finally sat down with Anggoro. For a moment there were no more conversations of father and son in the backyard of the house.

"You saw that flag, Le." Anggoro said then while pointing at the flag visible from the backyard of the house.

Manan looked up at the flag his father had pointed at, "Why with that flag, sir?" Ask later.

Anggoro smiled, "You look at that flag, Le! Poor him." Her speech.

Manan frowned, "Pity how, sir."

Anggoro leaned his back, "Pity me, the heat, the rain. Not to mention he had to be strong at all times in the wind."

"What do you mean, sir?" Ask Manan later.

"That's how life is, Le. We have to be strong in all conditions. Later if you are married, godane wes bedo with when you are single like now. Just like that flag, the more it rose the stronger the wind. Kudu soyo bakoh." Anggoro said later.

"Yes, Sir. Understand me now." Sahut Manan's.

"But silence is also not an option, Le. Just like that flag. Flags that are only stored in the closet, not overheating, not raining, do not have to deal with the tightness of the wind is vulnerable, he can be weathered, plural even at a termite meal." Anggoro then.

"Yes, sir." Manan nodded.

"So the same will be damaged, better the flag was issued, in pairs, Le. At least iso in sawang." Anggoro Imbuh.

Manan then just nodded.

"Congratulations, Le. If you have a problem, do not give up easily. Remember, Le. Gur spikes sing jejeg sing in antem hammers." Anggoro again gave his son advice.

"Really, Sir. I understand about that. I will learn a lot from the bitter sweetness of my father's life. Let the results be good." Sahut Manan's.

"The boy is Wang Sinawang, Le. Yummy sawanganmu. But sing nglakoni mblenak, Le." Sahut Anggoro too, now a little while chuckling.

Manan also laughed this time.

"Yes, that's enough we know, sir. We show enough of it. Like this coffee, sir. Bittersweet if the padu fit, it is not only delicious. But it's delicious." Manan said as he lifted his coffee glass and sipped it once.

Anggoro does not want to lose, "From this tea is also a lot of lessons to be taken, Le. Ora gur coffee."

"What is that, sir?" Manan turned towards Anggoro.

"He must be strong with the heat of the new boiling water can be enjoyed. Ice is also good. Koyo Urip, kudu rekoso diik again nemu yule. Nek wes results, want to be processed no matter how timid, Le." Anggoro said later.

Manan laughed again this time, "The father could most if it was about making a philosophical philosophy like this."

"Yes because God created all this is not without purpose, Le. All must have knowledge just how we process it so that it can be knowledge." Anggoro again.

Manan only then nodded.

The afternoon passed warmly behind the luxurious house of Anggoro.

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