BROMOCORAS
Soto Bowl

"You want to go straight back to Hidayah, Dul?" Prastowo asked Dullah who was still washing his hands after the dhuhur.

"You go to the market first, Pras. It hasn't rained." Dullah.

"To market? Wanna find what? Why not this morning?" Ask Prastowo again.

"Just want to find an electric plug, Pras. You see that the room is a bit kendho, sometimes mak clap it if make fun." Dullah.

"Whoa, Iha what can't be anther?" Prastowo tried to offer himself up.

"Well, no need, Pras. Just get far away. You've mending it first, rain hunt later." Sahut Dullah while pointing towards Prastowo chicken coop which is still messy.

Prastowo just then laughed, "Then, Dul. This is thanks for helping."

"As a candidate besan, Pras." Tempt Dullah.

Hearing Dullah's speech, Prastowo also immediately went with him.

"Well, I'll go back first, Pras. Wis rodok mrepet, fear of intelligence. Assalamu'alaikum..." Said Dullah who then walked away from Prastowo's house.

"Yourself, Dul. Careful. Wa'alaikumsalam Warahmatullah's..." Prastowo then just waved his hand as soon as Dullah passed.

Arriving at the market, the atmosphere is still quite crowded must have been late noon. There are still some people who go to and fro shopping, as well as hawkers. Several taxi drivers and village transport drivers are also still seen at some bases waiting for passengers.

Dullah had to walk a little bit over because there were some roads that were hollow and filled with puddles of rain yesterday afternoon. As soon as he arrived at the store he meant, Dullah immediately bought what he was looking for while it was not raining he wanted to immediately reach the boarding school.

"Brongha...!!!" When he finished buying the plugs and turned the body about to leave the store, Dullah suddenly collided with someone.

"Sorry sorry, sir. You okay what?" Asked a young man who accidentally bumped into Dullah was polite.

"Ah, it's okay, Mas. I apologize for not paying attention to the road when I stepped in." Dullah.

But when interacting with the young man, Dullah slightly frowned, there was a sense of no stranger to this young man he met.

"For a moment, it seems like I'm no stranger to you. Looks like we've met before, but where?" Said Dullah to the young man while remembering.

Hearing that, the young man also narrowed his eyes and watched Dullah closely.

"Attent, Sir. I feel that way too." Said the young man.

But a moment later the young man smiled.

"What is this father Mr Abdullah or commonly called Lek Dul? From Jogja?" Ask the young man suddenly.

"Yes, Mas. This is how you know? It's true we've met, right?" Ask Dullah then.

"Really, Sir. We met once and it was a long time ago. In front of Fadhlun Muthoriq's cabin. I ate at a food stall. We had a chat, sir." Said the young man.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I remember, Mom. You're Arya, right?" Dullah asked after successfully remembering his previous meeting with the young man, Arya.

"Really, Sir. I'm Arya. Thank you for that, sir." Arya said later.

"What time was it?" Ask Dullah while remembering the meeting with Arya at that time.

"Soto's a bowl, sir. Thank you for buying me the soto in front of the cottage at that time." Arya was later.

"Oh, that? Nevermind, Mas. Just about that. And again I am sincere. Think of it like I njajakne son of dewe. Og yes, Mas. How's it going now, Mas? It's big now. I remember that time if it wasn't wrong until I just graduated Junior High right?" Ask Dullah then.

"Really, Sir. Thank God I am good, sir. Mr Dullah himself how are you? And I'm sorry to know why you're here?" Ask Arya after that.

Dullah smiled lightly, "I have my son Kyai, Mas. If it's Mas Arya herself, if I may know why it's here?" Ask Dullah Back.

Hearing that, Arya somewhat flinched. Nderekne son of Kyai, lest Dullah is one of the towers of Ajimukti, Aryan batik in heart.

"Mas!" Dullah shocked Arya when he saw Arya who was suddenly stunned.

"Ah, yes, sir. That, I'm the real one here, yes even though it's a bit far from here my house, sir. But I go to this market a lot, sir." Arya said with a little misbehavior.

"Oh, so, yes yes." Dullah nodded his head understandingly.

"Sorry, Sir. Do you live in Pondok Hidayah down that road?" Ask Arya later.

Dullah nodded, "Right, Mas. How could you know?" Ask later.

"Who the heck sir doesn't know the pesantren, what else are the natives of the area here." Sahut Arya later.

His face slightly smiled, justifying the conjecture in his heart that Dullah was indeed the towering Ajimukti.

"Well, you're right, Mom. I forgot, sorry sorry." Sahut Dullah felt ashamed of his own question.

"It!" While showing the plugs in the plastic crackle he brought, "Buy buy this, Mas." Further.

"Oh, so, sir. If we're not in a hurry, how about we have a chat first, sir. Because we haven't had a long conversation. And again the soto in the stall there is good, sir. Although not as good as the soto in front of the Jogja pesantren at that time." Take Arya while pointing to one of the stalls in front of where they stand.

Dullah did not immediately answer, seeing the sky at a glance which was getting dark because it was cloudy, actually he wanted to immediately return to the boarding school before the rain fell, but considering that he and Arya had not met for a long time, and it is not good to refuse Arya's invitation, Dullah finally agreed Arya's invitation to him.

"So this story is reply soto?" Cuss Dullah.

"Yes, Sir. If you reply, I happen to have a friend named Budi. And I'm not here, so I can't reply. It's wrong to know I don't know either." Reply Arya while joking.

Hearing Arya's play, Dullah could not hide his laughter. "Yes yes, just fuck off then."

"Oh, yes, sir. Fathers aren't my age either, how are you now, sir?" Arya asked while sitting in one of the stalls.

"Alhamdulillah, Son. My son came here too. Because my son Kyai who I derekne right now continues the pesantren. My son was told to help, so about." Dullah.

Arya nodded in understanding, but in her heart thought, must be one of the people who often with Ajimukti. Of course, Arya actually already knows, although it is not certain which of his children Dullah this.

"Where were you after the holidays? Continue to SMA or to....?" Ask Dullah.

"As you suggested at the time, I finally went on to the pesantren, sir." Cut Arya.

Hearing Arya's reply, Dullah's smile grew.

"Good, Cah good. Means now you have wareg dong religious science." Praise Dullah while patting Arya on the shoulder. "Or don't you just be an ustadz?" Dullah.

Getting Dullah's praise, Arya was devastated. "No, Sir. I just became like this first. Just advising myself I can't, let alone be ustadz, sir. Who should advise others. Not yet able to me, sir." Aryan Sahut.

"Well, you're right, Mom. Anshah nafsak qabla nashah-alakharin, counsel yourself before advising others." Sahut Dullah while throwing a smile towards Arya.

"Because I think when you can't give advice yourself, it will be useless sir nuturi others. Sorry that's such a hypocrite in my opinion. So I want to destroy myself first until worthy, yes worthy for myself also worthy of others. After all, being an ustadz or an influence is not our only will, sir. But it's because of people's trust, sir. It's not worth volunteering to be an influencer." Arya said later.

"Well, you're right, Cah Nice. Now there are many who insist, pity themselves. Whether it's in the community or in the media." Dullah.

"Yes, Sir. And from all that we can't tell which ones are really ustadz, which ones are just claiming to be ustadz, because they're all the same, sir. Everyone is good at public speaking." And Arya again.

"Well, for the time being the most primary care is oral, Mas. As Abu Sa'id Al khudri said, fain-astaqamtastaqamnaa, wa ina'wajajta'wajnaa. If it is straight, straighten the whole body. But if the mouth is crooked, bent the whole body. Isn't that right, Mas?" Said Dullah later.

"That's right, sir. That's why I was afraid of myself if I had to be nuturi just because I had gone to bed. Because of that, sir. I myself just keep my oral alone sometimes still often flinched." Sahut Arya while a little.

"Well, even so, Mas. I pray that someday the knowledge that can be obtained while in the cottage can practice. Because Al'ilman nafi'an bil-'amalin right, Mas. Science is beneficial if practiced." Continue Dullah again.

"Aamiin, God willing, sir." Aryan Sahut.

"Oh, yes, if there is time to stop by the pesantren, Mas. I'll introduce my son. Same with Gus, too, Mas. You guys are still the same age I'm sure will be easy to get along with." Said Dullah later.

Hearing such words, Arya immediately gulped. "I.insy... God, Sir. Sanes wekdal." He said a little stuck.

"I'm happy, Mas. It's good to see kids your age like this Gusti nyaket spirit." Said Dullah while slightly curling his smile.

Arya did not say, she just nodded her head.

"Because in the past, at this age of yours, I was still busy wrestling with lust, wrestling with harm. Hah, if you remember that, I feel like I want to go back to that time and spend my youth doing as much science, Mas. At least when it's old like this, I don't become a wong tuo to merge." Said Dullah as if reminiscing about his time.

"Finding that knowledge knows no age, sir. And it is free to regret the time that has passed. I salute Mr. Dullah. At the age of the father now, the father is still eager to gain knowledge. While now many you know who is actually busy with things the world." Sahut Arya tried to balance his chatter with Dullah.

"Well, right, Mas. It was late but I am grateful. At least God still gives me a chance to know Him." Sahut Dullah with a slightly glazed face.

In the middle of their chatter, it did not feel the sky outside getting blacker and cloudy which had started to fill the sky was now getting tired of holding rainwater. Immediately heavy rain hit the market and surrounding areas.

"It's just raining, Mom." Said Dullah while looking at the weather outside the shop.

"Yes, Sir. Lately if it has been released dhuhur must be the sky immediately dark, know-know rain." Aryan Sahut.

"We're here first, sir. Well, until the rain subsides." Its effects.

"Yes, Mas. It's already raining. Balung tuo, no longer dare to play these rains." Sahut Dullah chuckled.

"Really, Sir. In the weather like today, we have to take care of our health." Aryan reply confirmed.

"Oh, yes, sir. If you may know, the name of Gus who nurtured the pesantren who, sir? Well, because even though the pesantren is quite well known here, but not everyone knows the name of the nanny. After all, this looks like a new nanny, doesn't it, sir?" Ask later.

"Yes, Mas. Guse has not long been a caregiver at Pondok Hidayah. His name was Kyai Aminudin. Kyai Aminudin used to help santri-santri management while Pak Kyai was still there. But after Guse finished mondok, pesantren management was returned to Guse as the sole successor of Pak Kyai. Guse Ajimukti Aufatur Muthoriq. He was called Gus Aufa. But it's better known here by the name Ajimukti." Obviously Dullah with his voice that is somewhat raised because it is linked to the sound of heavy rain.

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