BROMOCORAS
Sentences In A Letter

Meanwhile, somewhere else at the same time.

"Where is your father, Bri?" Ask Nyai Kartika at that time.

Sobri who was feeding the fish in the pond immediately rushed to bow her head as soon as Nyai Kartika approached her.

"Ngapunten, New. It looks like you're in the back garden." Sahut Sobri with still slightly bowed.

"Please call your father a minute, Bri. I have something to talk to your father about." Nyai Kartika later said.

"Sendiko, Nyai."

After that Nyai Kartika looks back to step inside. Not waiting long, Sobri immediately rushed to meet Dullah who was in the back garden of the boarding school.

As soon as Sobri said that Nyai Kartika was looking for him, Dullah immediately rushed to ndalem to meet Nyai Kartika.

"Mr Yu is looking for me?" Sobri asked after saying his regards.

"Sit down, Kang Dullah. There's something that these few days bothers me a little bit." Nyai Kartika later said.

Dullah slightly frowned, "What's up, Madam Yu? Is this about Mas Aufa's wedding?" Ask later.

"No, Kang." Nyai Kartika's words were softened, after which Nyai Kartika seemed to sigh heavily.

"It's about Dik Mulatsih." Say Nyai Kartika afterwards.

"Thank you, Mother Yu? Isn't she?" Sahut Sobri remembered the name.

"We forgot Kang Mas Salim, Kang Dullah." Nyai Kartika said with a heavy voice.

"I understand, Ms. Yu. But all this time we've been trying to find him. It's just that Kang Salim didn't leave a single clue regarding Madam Yu Mulatsih. This is what stops us from looking for it. If only we had a few clues, maybe we could have found his whereabouts from the beginning, Ms. Yu." Sahut Dullah later.

"Sampeyan's right, Kang. Kang Mas Salim did not leave a single clue regarding Dik Mulatsih. We don't even know how he looks." Nyai Kartika sighed deeply.

"What makes Mbak Yu arrive remember Mbak Yu Mulatsih?" Ask Dullah then.

"Come, Kang. I don't know, just suddenly the shadow of the name arrived suddenly just disturb my mind this late." Nyai Kartika is still with a heavy voice.

"Do we need to try looking for her again, Ms Yu?" Ask Dullah again.

"Where are you looking, Kang?"

Getting such a question, Dullah could only sigh because honestly, he did not know where to look for Mulatsih.

For a moment the room where Nyai Kartika and Dullah were in the moment seemed silent. There was only the sound of a slightly noisy fan filling the spaciousness of the room.

Nyai Kartika looked back to sigh.

"I actually have one clue, Kang. It's just that I doubt it. Could that be a clue." Nyai Kartika later said.

Dullah immediately upheld his seat, "Hint? What is it, Ms Yu? Why don't we just try. Maybe that could be a clue." His voice was quickly enthusiastic.

"Kang Dullah has seen the necklace that Aufa wears this late?" Ask Nyai Kartika later.

Dullah frowned, as if remembering something.

"Callong? What do you mean by Ma'am Yu, that stigi's wooden bobble necklace?" Ask Dullah to investigate.

Nyai Kartika nodded, "Right, Kang."

"The necklace used to belong to Kang Mas Salim. The necklace has always been worn even since I haven't known it. But as I recall, the necklace was given by Kang Mas Salim to one of Mr. Zaini's friends. I don't know why the necklace could now be the same Aufa." Nyai Kartika later said.

"It is, Ms. Yu. Because Prastowo is also Kang Anggoro very familiar with the necklace belonging to Kang Salim who is now in use Mas Aufa. And about why the necklace could be the same Mas Aufa, it was because of an incident, Ms. Yu." Sahut Dullah later.

"Genesis? You mean Kang Dullah?" Nyai Kartika seemed curious about Dullah's words this time.

"So, Ma'am Yu. The necklace Mas Aufa got from Mbah Sukrono. And it is true that Mbah Sukrono is a friend of the late Mr. Zaini." Said Dullah later.

"Mbah Sukrono's? How did Aufa get to know Mbah Sukrono, Kang?" Ask Nyai Kartika again.

"So it started when accidentally my childhood friend used to ask for my help, Ms. Yu. Long story short, it turns out that my young friend was the daughter-in-law of Mbah Sukrono. From there, then I also knew Mas Aufa Mbah Sukrono and it turns out he also knew Kang Salim, never saw Kang Salim as well as a friend of the late Pak Zaini." Obviously Dullah later.

Nyai Kartika nodded in understanding, "So so, Kang."

"Yes, Ms. Yu."

"Then, Sister Yu. Regarding the clue that Mbak Yu meant, what does it have to do with the necklace that is now in Mas Aufa, Ms Yu?" Ask Dullah then.

"The necklace was given by his father Kang Mas Salim, Father Kyai Idris, Kang Dullah. Kang Mas Salim said, The necklace is actually one. The necklace was once owned by Sewah Kyai Muthoriq then he gave it to Father Kyai Idris. Then by Father Kyai Idris the necklace was made into two parts, one for Kang Mas Salim while the other for Dik Mulatsih." Nyai Kartika later.

Dullah nodded in understanding, then suddenly he thought of something.

"Wait, Ms. Yu." Said later.

Nyai Kartika was surprised, "What's wrong, Kang Dullah?"

"If the necklace is a family symbol that is passed down from Sewba Kyai Muthoriq, why did Kang Salim give it to Mbah Sukrono?" Said Dullah later.

Hearing that Nyai Kartika also seemed to frown, "Kang Dullah is right."

"If we go, Ms. Yu. Didn't Kyai Idris and Pak Zaini make friends, even like brothers. And the fact is now, Mbah Sukrono was friends with Mr. Zaini. From there we can conclude that it does not rule out the possibility of Mbah Sukrono also know Kyai Idris right, Ms Yu?" Said Dullah later.

"Yes, Kang Dullah. I agree with sampeyan." Nyai Kartika Sahut later.

"Do I ask this question as Mbah Sukrono, Ms Yu?" Dullah's proposal later.

"I'm coming right up, Kang. Sampeyan who knew Mbah Sukrono. And the other party knows this." Nyai Kartika.

"Alright then, Ms. Yu. Later when taking Sobri, I will all stop by Mbah Sukrono's place to ask him this matter." Sahut Dullah later.

"But cackling, Ms. Yu. I have something to ask you first. And sorry if I'm presumptuous." Said Dullah later.

"Well, what's that, Kang Dullah?" Ask Nyai Kartika later.

"Emmm, did Mas Aufa know about this Sister Yu Mulatsih? I mean this way, Ms. Yu. Did Madam Yu tell you that Kang Salim..." Dullah stopped his speech as soon as he saw Nyai Kartika nod his head.

"Already, Kang. I told this to Aufa. And Aufa also had the intention to search for the existence of Dik Mulatsih. But again, he was faced with the same problem. Ignorance of how Dik Mulatsih is, what his face looks like, also lives where." Nyai Kartika Sahut later.

"Emmm, all right, Ms. Yu. So it does not matter if later I invite Mas Aufa all of you to ask this same Mbah Sukrono." Obviously after that.

"It looks like it's much better, Kang. Hopefully from Mbah Sukrono, we can get a clue about Dik Mulatsih, Kang. Because honestly, only Dik Mulatsih is my family and Kang Mas Salim is left." Nyai Kartika's voice sounded heavy.

"We just pray, Ms. Yu."

After that, the conversation between Nyai Kartika and Dullah ended. Dullah returned to the garden, while Nyai Kartika was still seen sitting in the room itself.

Meanwhile, where Ajimukti is at the moment.

Ajimukti still stared at Pegon's Arabic writing on the piece of paper he was holding. There's no sender's name there.

"Who sent this letter?" Mumbled Ajimukti still while staring at the letter.

"She seems to know me very well, otherwise how would she know that I am the granddaughter of Simbah Kyai Idris Muthoriq." Again Ajimukti muttered to himself.

Manan who arrived suddenly appeared astonished to see the expression of Ajimukti's face at this time.

"What's up, Jik?" Ask later.

"Ah, you, Nan. Emm, it's nothing, Nan." Sahut Ajimukti is still a place to throw a smile.

"Surely nothing? I noticed that you look different." Said Manan again.

"Oh, about this, Nan." Ajimukti showed me a letter he had placed on the table.

"This?" Manan got the letter.

"Who's this from, Jik?" Ask later.

"I don't know either, Nan. For sure the person who sent me this letter knows very well about me." Ajimukti.

"Very well know about you?"

Ajimukti nodded, "Look at the contents of the letter!" Later orders.

Manan immediately unfolded the paper, there were only a few stanzas written in Pegon Arabic without harokat.

Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullahi Westarokatuh

Pripun kabaripun wayah mbajeng Simbah Idris?

Wassalamu'alaikum Warahmatullahi Westarokatuh

"Who sent, Jik?" Manan asked after reading the writing.

Ajimukti raises his shoulders, "I don't know, Nan."

Manan nodded his head, "If you tell me to think ira, you have a shadow of who sent this?" Manan again after.

Ajimukti shook his head, "I don't memorize this writing, Nan. And again, this person knows that I am Simbah Kyai Idris' grandson. That's why I was confused because all this time, no one knew that I was Kyai Idris' grandson." Sahut Ajimukti later.

Manan scratched his chin scratch, "It's also yes, Jik."

"But you have, Nan. If the person who sent this was well-intentioned, he would show himself." Say Ajimukti later.

Manan nodded, "Right, Jik. Let's just wait."

"But it's true there's no one you suspect, Jik." Tanya Manan was still trying to urge Ajimukti.

Once again Ajimukti shook his head, "There is absolutely nothing, Nan. Good friends in Jogja, in the pesantren first, even here, there is nothing I can associate with this letter. The writing in this letter I have never seen, nor the content of this letter is far from my scope."

"But, Jik. I have something to ask." Manan then said.

"What is that, Nan?" Ask back Ajimukti slightly frowned.

"This is about the contents of the letter. Wayah Mbajeng Sumpah Idris. That means what, Jik?" Tanya Manan after that.

Ajimukti frowned, then again grabbed the letter and once again observed it.

"You're right, Nan. Something's missing." Said later.

"Trapped? Meaning, Jik?" Tanya Manan was astonished.

"I only noticed my grandfather's name, Nan. But don't pay attention to the other words." Again with Ajimukti.

"What do you mean, Jik?" Tanya Manan is increasingly confused Ajimukti.

"Regarding the sentence, Wayah Mbajeng this, Nan." Appoint Ajimukti on the writing in the letter.

"That's what I asked. He means how's that, Jik?" Ask Manan again.

"Daddy Mbajeng, putu mbarep, Nan. That means first-born grandchild, first." Ajimukti.

Manan frowned, "I mean first grandchild? Then your grandfather has another grandchild, Jik?" Ask later.

Ajimukti nodded, "From this sentence, it seems so, Nan."

Seriate...