BROMOCORAS
Punokawan

It has been almost half an hour more Dullah with Ajimukti and Manan at Prastowo's house waiting for the arrival of Anggoro. The coffee that Prastowo served was already they drank half. Dullah looked impatient, several times he turned to the clock on the wall of Prastowo's house which was set in a photo of KH. Hashim Asy'ari and KH. Abdul Wahab Hasbullah's.

"Already, Dul. Patience first. Anggoro will come soon." Said Prastowo who saw Dullah several times looking at the clock on the wall of his house.

"Yes, Lek. Maybe the father was a little long on Friday on the road." Imbuh Manan's.

Dullah just nodded. Ajimukti pat Dullah's knee just to calm his impatience.

In the middle of the conversation the voice from Prastowo's home page the sound of a car engine was heard approaching and stopping.

"That's the sound of my car." Manan said as he stood up from his seat and immediately went to the front on the tail of Dullah, Prastowo and Ajimukti.

A white Toyota Rush stopped at night. Before long a man of complexion got out of the car. Green gloved box with a cocoa shirt that opened several buttons. From his face grew a smile that was crammed between a black and bushy mustache.

"Angoro?"

"Dullah?"

Without hesitation Dullah quickly walked towards Anggoro and immediately embraced his best friend.

"Piye's kon news, Dul?" Ask Anggoro then.

"Just talk inside. Let's go in first." Prastowo cried from the terrace of his house.

With the radiance of happiness Dullah and Anggoro walked towards Prastowo, Ajimukti and Manan stood up to greet him.

"Old kok, sir? Lek Dul was already restless from earlier." Manan said while greeting his father.

Anggoro just laughed, "Sepurane. I was on Friday at the border road. A little long." Anggoro obviously later.

Ajimukti immediately greeted Anggoro and kissed his hand.

"This?" Tanya Anggoro full of astonishment.

"Ajimukti Aufatur Muthoriq." Dullah.

"Muthoriq?" Anggoro frowned, "So this?" Further.

Dullah just nodded.

"God willing." Anggoro cried and without hesitation embraced Ajimukti. Manan who saw it looked astonished.

"Let's go in first." Take Prastowo then.

"I really didn't expect it, Dul." Anggoro said later.

"As I said back then, San." Prastowo Sahut.

"Oh, yes. Now your name is Hasan Basri?" Cut Dullah.

Anggoro just laughed. "Here, call it Anggoro. Now change the name Hasan Basri. But I'm still the old Anggoro." Anggoro.

"Mas, this is Anggoro. As Lek said at the time." Prastowo said to Ajimukti.

"It's nice to meet Mr. Lek. May our friends stay awake, Lek." Say Ajimukti slightly bowed.

"That's for sure, Mas Aji. Sure." Anggoro. "And this. Abdul Manan my son will also continue our fight here." Further.

Manan has not understood this situation since. Who exactly is this Ajimukti, why his father so happy to meet with Ajimukti.

Dullah just opened his arms wide. "As you can see, Ro." Then terbahak.

Anggoro just stupefied.

"I didn't expect it, Ro. Now you are successful like this. Great you." Praise Dullah.

Anggoro smiled, then patted Ajimukti's shoulder, "All this can not be separated from Kang Salim, Dul. Kang Salim taught me to really change. Changed in everything, especially this," Anggoro pointed to his heart.

"As Kang Salim said. God will not see where his servant came from how his past was. But what God saw was the earnestness in his servant to draw near to Him, Dul. fa man taba mim ba'di ⁇ ulmihi wa asla wa awla wa awla wa innallaha yatakbu 'alaih, innallha gafrur ra raim, Then whoever repents, then he who repents, after doing this evil and repairing oneself, Allah will accept His repentance. Verily, Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful." Anggoro sighed.

"And I remember, Dul. Kang Salim once said. There is no loss for a person who will repent, no matter how much sin he committed in his past. It is precisely the one who truly repents, he is the one who is fortunate." Anggoro said and returned to his breath. " Now this is part of my luck, Dul. But hopefully later there" Anggoro pointed upwards. "I am also a lucky person" he continued.

"I salute you, Ro. Really salute you." Dullah praised his friend again.

"Sorry, Sir. Cut briefly. Actually there is a relationship what father with Ajik. I honestly don't understand." Manan said then, making the whole gaze turn towards him.

Anggoro grabbed his son's shoulder. "Nan, you've told me about your past, haven't you?" Anggoro said later.

Manan just nodded.

"Well, Dullah these are three of the punakawan that you often tell you." Anggoro. Again Manan just nodded.

"Tunawan, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti who has been silent since.

"Yes, Mas. So we called ourselves four." Cut Prastowo. "That soft man, yes myself, Anggoro, Dullah and Kang Salim." Prastowo.

"It was Mr. Zaini mas who called us that." Sela Dullah's.

"Who's a punakawan, Lek? Is it because of the four of you?" Ask Ajimukti again full of curiosity.

"That's one of the reasons, too, Mom. But more than that said Mr. Zaini first, is about our character which is indeed as in the puppet character, Semar, Gareng, Petruk, Bagong, Mas." Prastowo Sahut.

"Can Mr. Lek tell me that, it seems interesting." Ajimukti Pinta.

Prastowo smiled, "Kang Salim is like a Semar for us, besides his friend he is also the father for the three of us, Mas. I myself was likened to Gareng by Mr. Zaini at that time. While Anggoro this he is a Petruk. Then..." Prastowo stopped his words. For a moment breathe.

"Then what, Lek?" Ajimukti's question looked very curious.

"Before I joined Kang Salim. As Prastowo said the other day, Mas. There's one more friend of ours. Name, Dasman. But baby, because an accident made his life unhelpable." Cut Dullah.

"And since then, Mas Aji. Dullah is the one who became the Bagong in this punakawan." Anggoro continued to imbue.

Ajimukti. It turns out that there are so many things that they have been through so far.

Prastowo sighed again. "I've continued the story, why we are called as punakawan by Mr. Zaini." Prastowo said later.

Ajimukti listened well, his gaze was fixed on Prastowo.

"But before, mbok ya graced this first." Prastowo said as he pointed his thumb at some of the dishes on the table. There are fried foods, dry bread bread and other market snacks.

"You are that, Pras. Why do you always bother." Seloroh Anggoro's.

"Yes, Pras. Mentang already a master of cut chicken." Imbuh Dullah laughed.

Prastowo laughed, "If a guest enters the house of a believer, he will enter with the guest a thousand blessings and a thousand spirits. God will write for the owner of the house every time the bribe of food eaten by guests such as the reward of Hajj and Umrah, is not it?" Said later.

Seriate...