BROMOCORAS
Senior Trio Ballad

Afternoon before dusk. The terrace of ndalem Kyai Aminudin.

"Are you sure of that decision?" Kyai Aminudin stared intently at his interlocutor. - Faruq.

"Pakdhe take it easy. I am very confident in that decision." Sahut Faruq with flat mimic.

Kyai Aminudin simply nodded then sounded a heavy sigh.

"But, Faruq. He is santri earlyayah. Why are you so sure?" Kyai Aminudin slightly advanced his sitting position.

"But I'm sure, Pakdhe. He is not a santri who has just been a two-day monday. From his character, his manner of speaking, as well as his eyes, I am very sure he actually has the ability above this Hidayah Cottage santri." Faruq.

Again Kyai Aminudin just nodded.

"It seems the boy is hiding his potential. But there's a reason I don't know. And maybe his confession says nothing from the beginning, just to cover his potential. But I'm sure he has a reason behind it all." Faruq then.

"I felt so from the beginning. Something a little different from that kid." Typhoon Kyai Aminudin.

Silent without them noticing, from behind the door, Habiba eavesdropped on their conversation a little.

"What the hell to talk about, Mas. Seriously so?" Habiba asked Faruq then leaned next to the sofa Kyai Aminudin occupied.

"No, Ba. Just a little talk about the competition that will soon be held." Faruq.

"Whose representative of our boarding school, Bah?" Tanya Habiba turned her gaze towards Kyai Aminudin.

"Ask masmu. I want breakfast first." Sahut Kyai Aminudin while standing from his seat.

Habiba only slightly raised his shoulders.

"Who, Mas?" Habiba repeated his question, now he was addressing Faruq.

"Name, - Ajimukti." Sahut Faruq flat.

Habiba momentarily frowned. "Ajimukti?" Mumbled.

"Isn't he the new santri here, Mas. And there hasn't been a month of nyantri here?" Habiba asked a little curiously.

Faruq glanced at Habiba, "You already know that kid?" Ask later.

Habiba nodded, "I got acquainted with him, Mas. He was the same in the courtyard of the mosque. Abah knows."

Faruq simply nodded.

"But how can he, my dear?" Habiba asked later, "And he's still early, and the one I heard at this year's competition was an Arabic speech contest. Can he, Mommy?" Habiba.

Faruq sighed and then moved from his seat, "We'll see, Ba. I want to go back to the room soon to review santri alfiyah." Faruq said as he passed from the terrace of Kyai Aminudin.

Habiba did not answer. From the expression of his face he seems still astonished and full of curiosity with the decision of Ajimukti as the representative of Pondok Hidayah in this year's inter-current competition. Habiba momentarily raised his shoulders, then walked out of the terrace ndalem.

Not far from Kyai Aminudin. The senior trio is being seen discussing something about. From the expression of Budi's face that looks a little stiffened. Obviously they were talking about something serious, - for them.

"It looks like our efforts are working, Bud." Khalil said with great excitement.

Budi just nodded, "I was sure this would work from the beginning."

"Yes, Bud. At the end of this I saw Gus Faruq often seen chatting with the boy." Imbuh Imam's.

"As planned." Smile with pride.

"After that we'll just see the boy come out of this boarding school." Khalil still looks so excited.

"I feel impatient." Imam Typal.

"Oh yeah, Bud. How about Manan?" Tanya Khalil arrived.

He turned a little towards Khalil.

"I'm still thinking about how to get that kid out of here." Grieved a little sigh. "However, it's hard to get that kid out of here because Kyai Aminudin is so disinclined by santri songong's father." Continue with a grouchy expression.

"You're right, Bud. It's not easy to get Manan out of here. His father is a close friend of Kyai the founder of this pesantren, of course Kyai Aminudin will be very reluctant with his father the child." Imbuh Imam's.

Be momentarily silent with a face full of emotion. His hands clenched him against the pole where he stood.

Shortly thereafter.

"Budd. Buds. Look there!" Khalil shouted while pointing in one direction.

"Maaba?" Budi lirih. While tidying the scabbard walked towards Habiba leaving the place of Khalil and Imam.

Khalil and Imam looked at each other without moving from that place.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ning Biba's. Where are you going this afternoon?" Budi's speech from the front of Habiba made Habiba stop his steps.

"It's a coincidence, Ning. It is suitable afternoon this way street enjoy the cool afternoon breeze." Saying Budi with the movement of his hands as if convincing, "It just so happens that there is no teaching schedule. Emm, how about Kang Budi Temenin Ning Biba street enjoy this afternoon?" Pinta Budi later.

Habiba just smiled. It was like getting a fresh wind.

"No need, Kang Budi. Thank you." Thank you." Habiba then said.

For a moment, my expression changed.

"Well why, Ning?"

"Let's just remember that I'm not busy. Yes even though he was busy for Ning Biba's sake, Mas Budi was ready to accompany."

"How's Ning Biba?" Budi said at length to convince Habiba.

"No need, Kang Budi. Thanks again for the offer." Habiba said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Kang Budi." Habiba continued later, after which Habiba passed by without waiting for Budi's answer.

Just stand up. His hands are slightly clenched. From the look of his face was clearly disappointment at Habiba's rejection.

Budi turned his body, looking at Habiba who was further and further away from where he was standing at this time. I hope Habiba looks back. Towards her. But in fact it's not. The habiba passed away until a wall covered the shadow of Habiba.

Budi resentfully walked back to his two comrades. There's not a word. His hands still clenched and then unexpectedly punched the wall, making Khalil and the Imam jump in shock, but could only gulp at Budi who was filled with emotion.

"Damn! Damnit damnit! Shit!" Pekik Budi made Khalil and Imam just look at each other without daring to reprimand.

"I need to call my father immediately. Yeah, as soon as possible." He muttered then and again punched the wall in front of him.

Once again, Khalil and Imam looked at each other and similarly gulped.

Since then Ajimukti and Dullah quietly observed the movements of the three of them, even when Budi approached Habiba did not escape the spotlight of the two of them.

"Looks like that emotion again, Mas?" Mumbled Dullah observed Budi who was repeatedly seen punching the wall.

Ajimukti just smiled, "Yes that's it, Lek. That's if someone can't hold back his anger." Said later.

"It's a shame, Mom. Though he is classified as an accomplished santri. But his behavior..." Dullah bobbing head.

"While it is clear, Lek. In the historical hadiths of Ahmad, Abu Dawud and Ibn Majah, Man Kadhoma ghydhow-wahuwa qoodirun 'ala ay-yunfidzahu da'aahullaahu 'azza wajalla 'ala ru-uusil-kholaiqi yaumal-qiyaamati hatta yukhoyyirahullaahu minal huuril-'this is Maa-aa-a, Whoever holds back anger when he is able to do so, on the Day of Resurrection Allah will call him before all beings, then Allah tells him to choose the angel he likes."

Dullah just nodded in understanding.

"That's why, Lek. The importance of holding back anger. Because of that anger is part of the***** within us. And *****that's like a baby. As long as the baby hasn't been weaned, he'll continue to suckle." Continue Ajimukti later.

Once again Dullah nodded in understanding.

"But by the way yes, Mas. That's Budi until that emotion why, Mas?"

Ajimukti just shrugged his shoulders then grabbed a cigarette and lit it.

"What because Ning Biba was, Mas?" Dullah was still curious.

"Maybe." Sahut Ajimukti flat.

"If it means the story." Dullah was laughing now.

The one who saw him smiled.

"Continue, Mas. That's..."

It was not finished yet Dullah continued his words. Ajimukti stood up from his seat.

"Loh, Mum. Where you going?" Dullah changed his words.

"Come, Lek. Here even sampeyan invite ghibah mulu." Sahut Ajimukti who has walked first.

Dullah gawked, "Astaghfitullahal-'adzim..." His whisper softly as he slapped his own mouth and rushed after Ajimukti who was getting further ahead.

"Wait, Mom." Seru Dullah slightly ran while clipping the sheath.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Kang." Later then.

"Wa.wa'alikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..." Ajimukti's voice is getting louder.

Bruk!!!

Dullah just hit Ajimukti who stopped arriving. And...

Gleck!!!

Seriate...