BROMOCORAS
The boss!!!

One week has passed Ajimukti and Dullah in Pondok Hidayah. Slowly all conditions have been able to pass Ajimukti and Dullah according to their initial plan.

This morning Pondok Hidayah held a ro'an, which is the work of the cottage cleaning service, which means that all students will be preoccupied with various activities in the scope of the cottage. There is a sweeping garden hut, yard also around ndalem. Some are partly draining and cleaning the entire bathroom, some are cleaning the sawang that began to be seen on some sides of the wall, some even just sit back and relax giving aba aba like a foreman.

Ajimukti and Dullah were mowing the lawn in the garden of the cottage yard. Seeing such Ajimukti Dullah actually did not have the heart, because however in Jogja, in Ajimukti residence, Dullah never let his foster children away gawe.

"Already, Mas. Mas Aji just sit down." Brisik Dullah's.

"Already, Lek. It's nothing." Ajimukti.

"But, Mom..."

Ajimukti held back Dullah's words with his smile. Dullah just nodded in understanding.

For Dullah all this work was common to him. In Jogja in addition to assigned to care for Ajimukti, Dullah also often clean in his spare time.

Manan half ran up to them. Ajimukti and Dullah looked at the astonishment at Manan who looked insistent. After adjusting his breath, Manan pulled the two closer.

"Ba'da Friday prayers later we will go to the house of Mr. dhe Pras." Whisper Manan then.

Ajimukti and Dullah gawked.

"What's up, Nan?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Father wants to go there but doesn't stop by the cottage." Whisper Manan again.

"You're serious, Nan?" Asked Dullah with a smile, a little voice. Manan shut Dullah's mouth and immediately let go of him realizing his impoliteness.

"I'm sorry, Lek Dul." Buru buru. Dullah nodded in understanding.

"Don't be hard. The child will be suspicious." Manan continued to whisper.

Ajimukti and Dullah just nodded.

"That's all. I'm going first. You guys go ahead." Manan passed soon.

Ajimukti and Dullah looked at each other and threw smiles at each other.

"Well, this seneng, Lek. I'll see Mr. Lek Anggoro." Ajimukti Whispers.

Dullah just grimaced, from his face emanated happiness that could not be described with anything. Ajimukti who saw that also felt the happiness that Dullah felt at this time.

The time that had been waiting for Dullah had finally arrived. After completing the Friday prayer, Dullah also Ajimukti immediately exit the mosque. They waited for Manan on one of the benches in the courtyard of the mosque.

Dullah repeatedly clenched his palms together, rubbing his rub. Ajimukti observed Dullah's movements without commenting a word. Is Dullah cold? Certainly not because this afternoon, the weather is quite hot. Is Dullah nervous? Not particularly. What Ajimukti saw from the look on Dullah's face was only a gesture about Dullah's impatience to immediately meet his old friend.

Moments from a direction not far away from them, Manan called out to them with a whistle and a hand gesture. Soon Dullah and Ajimukti got up from his seat and walked towards Manan.

Without a sound, Manan immediately walked out of the courtyard area of the mosque followed by Ajimukti and Dullah behind him.

From the terrace of Budi mosque, Khalil and Imam faintly saw their departure out of the mosque gate.

"Where are they going?" Ask Budi with a gaze fixed on Manan, Ajimukti and Dullah who are now not so visible.

"Whoa. At least to the coffee shop at the end of the street." Chirps Khalil.

"Yes, all hanging out with the boys who like to hang out there. It's worth it." Imbuh Imam with a slight mocking laugh.

He just nodded but did not change his view.

"What task did I give you the other day?" Ask Budi then.

"Presents." Their words while giving a thumbs up.

"Make sure the board believes that the child himself sent to the board!"

Budi just nodded in satisfaction and slightly smiled cynically.

"Oh yeah, Bud. Are you still sure you want to keep Ning Biba's secretin?" Ask Khalil later. Sontak makes Budi look at him.

"Why are you asking that?" He was not happy with Khalil's question. "You don't think you're gonna change Ning Biba's decetin." He brought his face closer to Khalil. The priest just gulped looking at it.

"Mom... It's not like that, Bud. A year ago you also knew Ning Biba did not respond to you at all back then. Even Ning Biba looks very close to Manan." Khalil recalled the incident one year ago.

He clenched his hand. He seemed annoyed if he remembered the incident.

"Santri songong that." His words while punching the mosque pole made Khalil and Imam jumped in shock.

"This time I won't let that songong santri get close to Ning Biba. What is santri songong special about me?" Saying then.

Khalil and the Imam were silent.

"You know for yourself too. See itself. Compared to that rancid brat, obviously I'm superior to everything, right?" Continue Budi.

Khalil and Imam just nodded.

"The achievements in the cottage clearly can not be doubted. He has his achievements. Longest mentang here. My father, also you know for yourself, my father was a successful businessman in Surabaya, my father's factory where. Lah, him? Just a child of abuse. I want to compete with you." Budi looks cynical. " From seedlings, bebet, weights can already be seen by themselves. I am far superior to that rancid boy." Continue to smile mockingly.

"I'm sure, Bud. Ning Biba will definitely choose you." Khalil Support.

"Surely it is, Bud. The future is clear with you." Imbuh Imam's.

He laughed a little, though his face was still upset.

"This is Ning Biba's mumpung here, Bud. You don't have any plans to approach anymore?" Ask the Imam then.

"Just calm down. I've talked to my father. Everything will be taken care of my father." Sahut Budi's.

"Cool you, Bud." Praise Khalil.

"Yes obviously donk. My father was very influential. Nothing is impossible for my father." Be more arrogant.

"You guys wait a minute. Ning Biba will be Madam Budi." Laughing closed his words.

"Yes yes. That must be it, Bud. Anyway I'm sure, Bud. Ning Biba wouldn't have possibly rejected you if your father had a hard time acting." Typal Khalil again.

"Oh yes obviously dong. Surely it's. Moreover, I am the sole heir to my father's business. This big boss candidate." Budi patted his own chest.

"Yes from later on do not forget the same as us if you have become a boss." Syndir Imam.

Let's laugh again. "You guys just calm down. Later if I have inherited all my father's company. You guys I'll set up my own boarding house. Let's keep doing business together." Speak with pride.

Khalil and Imam smiled.

"Well, is that right, Bud?"

"Yes yes dong. You guys doubt me?" Tanya Budi did not like their question.

"Not so, Bud. We believe in anyway. What is impossible for a Jew." Praise Khalil later.

"But you don't want to set up your own cottage, Bud?" Imbuh Imam's.

Suddenly Budi pushed behind the head of the Imam. "You're stupid, what's a stupid temple?" Saying then.

"If I get Ning Biba. I will be Kyai Aminudin's only son-in-law. Automatically this pesantren will be handed over to me as his successor." Budi continued to open both his hands wide. I see pride in his words.

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