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Ajimukti Aufatur Mutoriq

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nduk. Kepiye?" Prastowo said as soon as he picked up his phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir. Pripun kabare the father of the same mother?" The voice from across was so soft despite being mixed with a little noise.

Prastowo accidentally meloud his call speaker. I don't know if it might have been his habit.

"Alhamdulillah, Nduk. You are healthy, your mother is healthy. Your mother is again behind the chicken feed. This is the father again with a guest. You're dewe piye kabare, Nduk?"

"Alhamdulillah, Sir. Whose guest, sir?" Tanya Ajeng, Prastowo's son from across the phone.

"This. Temen father when young first. Mr. Lek Dullah, he's Kyai Salim's friend."

"God's Masya. This reunion, father?"

"Yes, Nduk. Have not seen each other for decades. Oh yes, Nduk. What's wrong with you on the phone?" Ask Prastowo then.

"Oh yes sir until I forget. Look, Sir. God willing this week Ajeng wants to go home, sir."

"Alhamdulillah, Nduk. Yes, let me tell you later, let me be ready to pick him up."

"Yes, Sir. When will Ajeng report again. Yes yes, sir. A phone caller just wants to say that."

"Yes, Nduk. What matters is that your heart is there. Jogo wake's. Jogo sanitie."

"Yes, Sir. Yes yes, sir. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Tut! Tut! Tut!

As soon as the phone was turned off, Prastowo put his phone back in its original place and sat back down with Dullah and Ajimukti.

"Your son wants to go home, Pras?" Ask Dullah then.

"Yes, Dul. Alhamdulillahot. It has been two years since Ajeng did not come home. At least if I miss the same mboke boy who was there."

"Law. So I'd like to see you later with your son, Pras."

"Yes, come here, Dul. Sukur sukur later you also tell your children to come here. Let's meet my son."

Dullah laughing. " It's your spirit, Pras. I can't wait to be with me."

Prastowo also cracked up.

"Your son's voice is alus. Just like his mother, Pras."

"Yes, Dul. Exact same. Especially if you already have a strength. Hadegh, it can't be bargained anymore, Dul. His mother is also that."

Dullah laughing.

Ajimukti who had chosen silence and let the two friends joke, could only smile at the harmonious scenery before him.

"Mas Aji himself already has a candidate what do you think?" Chirps Prastowo arrived. Instantly make Ajimukti swallow. Dullah who heard it was just mesam mesem himself.

"Go, Lek. Haven't thought that. For now still want to focus on this one first, Lek."

"If you are interested later to be introduced to Ajeng, Mas. Temen Ajeng a lot of Ning Ning you know, Mas." Goda prastowo.

Ajimukti just smiled at his own smile. His memory returned when he tempted Sobri at that time. Maybe as he felt at this moment what Sobri felt at that time. Wrong, awkward and a little nervous.

That afternoon at Prastowo's house, chatter continued between Dullah, Ajimukti and Prastowo as the host. From the only empty babble to the one that seems serious. From just a guyonan to who has to enter the mind.

Meanwhile, in Pondok Hidayah, Budi, Khalil and Imam were looking restless waiting for someone in the courtyard of the cottage secretariat office. Budi looks paced back and forth. Even with Khalil and Imam who seemed to have repeatedly changed their position from sitting to standing and then sitting again.

Long enough until someone came out of the secretarial office and met them and handed them a piece of paper and went back into the office.

"This is what we need." Saying it triumphantly.

"After this, the boy must not dare to be like us anymore." Khalil muttered while clenching his hands.

"Actually the name of the child is quite good. But not with his pretentious style." Said Budi who had already seen the writing on the paper.

Khalil and Imam were curious and grabbed the paper Budi held. On the sheet of paper, only a name is written with a black marker.

"Ajimukti Aufatur Muthoriq. Good name too." Khalil Mumbled.

"We're back in the room. What matters is that we know his name. We also had time to give an image to Gus Faruq. May Gus Faruq believe everything we said yesterday."

Budi stepped quickly into the room, behind him Khalil and Imam followed at a rapid pace. Until finally....

Brak!!!

"You're in a hurry, what the hell is it?"

Khalil and Imam hurriedly lifted Budi who had fallen. He stared at the person who collided with Budi. Manans. Soon Khalil and the Imam threw away the gaze.

Manan who had fallen immediately stood up.

"Sorry sorry." Khalil said without looking at Manan.

Budi who heard Khalil's apology to Manan gawked and instantly his facial expression turned full of emotion.

Khalil and Imam immediately took Budi away from the place.

Manan was still patting his scabbard pat which was messy due to a fall. He saw a piece of paper that had fallen off. Soon to get that paper. There Manan saw only a name writing.

"Ajimukti Aufatur Muthoriq? Emm. Is this a teaching? Why are they carrying papers bearing the name Ajik?" Manan muttered and folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

Budi looks very emotional because Khalil apologized to Manan earlier.

"Why are you, Lil. Wear an apology show. Can be big head is santri songong." Cerocos.

"That's it, Bud. I was so excited about that." Kilah Budi's.

"Whoa. Plasteredness. We can be considered the same as the song." Still venting his emotions.

"Please, Bud. He was just a bitch, right?" The priest was trying to dilute the tense atmosphere at this time.

"Where did the paper go?" Budi raised his hand.

Khalil and Imam looked at each other.

"You got the paper, Mam?" Ask Khalil to the Imam.

"Well, I thought you brought it, Lil." Sahut Imam's.

"Aren't you the one with the paper, Mam?" Khalil once again asked the Imam.

"No, Lil. You're the one who brought the paper." Reply Imam.

Budi looked increasingly emotional seeing the debate of Khalil and Imam. Not to mention that the paper does not exist.

"It's already." Be a little loud.

Khalil and Imam were silent.

"The paper is gone. That right?" Continue with a slightly snapping voice.

Khalil and Imam nodded heavily. Budi patted his own teardrop.

"It doesn't matter what paper. Most importantly, we know the boy's name. You guys remembered the boy's name, right?" Ask Budi then.

Khalil gulps. It is worst when it comes to remembering things. Imam's Follow. The priest just moved his chin.

"Emmm. Ajimukti. Ajimukti who ya tad" Khalil tried to remember.

Just read a glance. He also tried to remember the name of the paper.

"Ajimukti Alfa or who is it anyway." The Imam helped to remind him even though he did not remember very much.

"Muthoriq." Budi Gumam. "I remember her last name, it's the same thing as the previous cottage nanny." Continue Budi.

"Ajimukti Aufatur Muthoriq. Yes I remember." Say it out loud.

"Yes, Bud. That's." Imam.

"Huh. You two are unreliable." Grumbling then.

Khalil and Imam just looked at each other and shrugged at Budi who seemed to have a little emotion.

Seriate...