BROMOCORAS
A seedling! Baby duck! Weights!

That morning a Toyota Camry car walked towards the parking lot of Pondok Hidayah. Shortly after stopping, from inside the luxury sedan car came out a middle-aged man in a black suit. His stature is tall, his hair order is neat even though it looks a little gray. From the beard looks a little bewok neatly shaved which increasingly shows that the man is a man.

Shortly after getting out of his car, the man walked calmly towards Kyai Aminudin. Several times saying greetings to the end from behind the teak door with batik carvings, Kyai Aminudin replied to the greeting.

"Good morning, Mr. Kyai." The man spoke kindly after Kyai Aminudin answered his greetings.

"Well, Mr. Nugroho. There's a wind what's this up to a long way come here." Sahut Kyai Aminudin no less friendly, "Let's go, Please come in." Kyai Aminudin invited his guest in. And the man in a suit he called Pak Nugroho was immediately entered the house of Kyai Aminudin.

"Sir, make a drink." Kyai Aminudin said to one of his female khodam.

"Snake, Kyai." Sahut si khodam hunt in.

"What makes a Mr. Nugroho so far here." Kyai Aminudin repeated his question in front of him.

"Yes, just for the sake of friendship, Mr. Kyai." Nugroho said as he leaned on Kyai Aminudin's living room sofa, "You want to know the development of my child's mind." Further.

Kyai Aminudin smiled as she nodded her head.

"Budi now more and more development, sir. Yes because Budi is one of the santri pride of this pesantren." Kyai Aminudin praised Budi his son Nugroho.

"Yes indeed, Mr. Kyai. When it comes to achievement, my son is certainly like me. gathek'an, cepet nangkep. So yes, I am not surprised that my son is the smartest. Just like I was in school. Always the ranking." Imbuh Nugroho began to boast about his son.

"Yes yes. That must be Mr. Nugroho. The fruit fell not far from the tree." Typal Kyai Aminudin again.

Before long a khodam carried a tray containing a teacup as well as some snacks.

"Monggo Pak Nugroho's. Enjoyed as it is." Kyai Aminudin invited Nugroho to enjoy what was presented by his khodam.

"Don't bother with this, Mr. Kyai." Sahut Nugroho stale base.

"Just drink Mr. Nugroho. No one bothers."

Then they laughed for a while.

"Oh yes, Mr. Kyai. Denger Denger from the Budi said Mr. Kyai's daughter back home?" Tanya Nugroho shortly afterwards.

"True Mr. Nugroho. Yes, because it's not too long late so for some time this is allowed to go home for preparation after the final test yesterday." Kyai Aminudin.

Nugroho seemed to nod his head. Then change his sitting position. Stiffened his body a little.

"That's actually the reason I got so far here, Mr. Kyai." Nugroho said later.

Kyai Aminudin frowned, "I mean Mr Nugroho?" Ask then

Nugroho took a deep breath.

"It's because of my son's request, - Si Budi." Nugroho.

Kyai Aminudin still did not understand the meaning of Nugroho's words.

"It looks like Budi is so interested in Mr. Kyai's daughter. That's why I was asked far away here to..." Nugroho sighed again, he looked for the right language to express his purpose. "To propose to Mr. Kyai's daughter to my son, -si Budi." Nugroho continued without a stale base.

Kyai Aminudin was stunned and smiled.

"Sir Nugroho could have been. Is Mr Nugroho serious?" Kyai Aminudin asked shortly afterwards.

"Of course Mr. Kyai." Sahut Nugroho is short.

Kyai Aminudin was silent for a moment and was seen fingering her chin.

"This is Mr. Nugroho. It would be better to ask Habiba first. I also need to consider him." Say Kyai aminudin then.

"Yes I can understand that Mr. Kyai. But as Mr. Kyai knows. My son is the only son of mine who will be the sole heir to my entire business. And again he's the most potential in this pesantren. So of course in terms of seeds, bebet, weight Pak Kyai do not need to hesitate anymore. Mr. Kyai's daughter will be assured later if with my son." Imbuh Nugroho tried to convince Kyai Aminudin.

"If that is the case, I am sure, sir. I have no doubt about the seedlings, bebet, the weights of Mr. Nugroho's children." Kyai Aminudin then smiled. "And if I personally will be very happy if I can make a message with a Pak Nugroho is a successful businessman." Kyai Aminudin.

Nugroho just smiled and nodded his head.

"I will try to ask Habiba and persuade him to accept this father's proposal." Kyai Aminudin.

"Thank you Mr. Kyai. I really hope this good relationship of ours will become a family relationship." Nugroho Timpal.

"And one more, Mr. Kyai. If Mr. Kyai's daughter wants to accept my son's proposal. I have heard from Budi about Pak Kyai's plan to renovate this boarding school princess cottage. And I assure you, all my renovations are responsible." Nugroho added to his words.

At once Kyai Aminudin's face seemed to be beaming with series and smiling.

"Is Mr Nugroho serious?" Kyai Ajimukti asked as if he was impatient.

"Well, as a candidate, why not Mr Kyai?" Sahut Nugroho.

Again Kyai Aminudin's smile expands.

"I make sure, as soon as possible I will persuade Habiba Pak. Mr. Nugroho, take it easy. I'm sure Habiba will gladly accept Budi's proposal." Kyai Aminudin.

Nugroho nodded, "I look forward to the happy news, Mr. Kyai."

"Fastly Mr. Nugroho. As soon as." Kyai Aminudin tries to convince Nugroho.

For a moment their conversation continued for quite a while. Meanwhile Budi and his two colleagues seemed to be busy chatting on the terrace of the third floor room.

"All my dreams will come true soon." This time it looks like a series. His smile was so visible that it was expanding from his lips.

Khalil and Imam looked at each other.

"You're why, Bud. It seems like a lot of fun today?" Ask Khalil to know what's going on with Budi.

"Yes, Bud. It's a lot of fun." Imbuh Imam's.

Budi sepontan embrace the shoulders of his two colleagues.

"Oh yes obviously dong." Speak with a high voice. "You know what not?" Continue Budi.

Khalil and Imam shook their heads together, "No, Bud. What's wrong?" Sahut Imam's.

"You guys see that?" Be able to set your eyes down.

"See cars?" Designate a car parked in the parking lot of the cottage.

Khalil and Imam looked at each other. They do not understand the meaning of Budi.

"That's my father's car." Continue Budi. Spontaneous Khalil and the Imam flinched.

"My dad's new car. How much price? Yeah, you can think for yourself." Continue to budi brag.

"Well, your dad's cool, Bud." Praise Khalil.

"Clearly dong!" Budi said proudly slightly puffing his chest.

"Do you know why my father was so far here?" Bisik Budi later.

Khalil and Imam compactly shook their heads.

"As I said yesterday. It'll all be fine if my father intervenes." Cynic Smile.

"You mean, Bud?" Tanya still did not understand and then threw a glance with the Imam.

Budi chuckled, "My father today proposed to Habiba for me directly to Mr. Kyai." Saying half a whisper.

"Apply to Ning Biba?" Both of his colleagues screamed in surprise. They immediately shut their mouths.

"Diem!" Budi Seru.

"Sorry, Bud. We're in shock." Sahut Imam's.

"Well, soon we'll have to call you Gus Bud dong!" Imbuh Khalil chuckles.

"Yes, it's easy." Again Budi puffed his chest.

"It feels impatient." Imbuh Budi while rubbing his hand.

"Well, Bud. I am a shadow of how great your wedding will be. One son of a successful businessman, the other daughter of the famous Kyai." The Imam muttered while looking up imagining something.

"Good luck for sure." Khalil Imbuh.

"of course. My dad's colleagues and clients are average big guys. Successful entrepreneurs are also officials. So my dad would be embarrassed if he just made a shit party." Sahut Budi again looks bragging.

Away from Pondok Hidayah, a Range Rover Sport car is driving not too fast on a fairly crowded road. The driver was talking to a beautiful woman next to him.

"Later fitting in the competition was until the nganter Kang Aji, Mas?" Ask the driver next to her.

The young man driving the luxury car simply smiled, "Why Habiba?" Ask later.

The woman, - Habiba, just smiled, "It's okay." Flat talk.

The young man, - Faruq, just a head gnaw.

"Emmm, are you coming, Mom?" Ask Habiba again.

"Don't know yet. Seems not. Why the hell?"

"Emmm, it's okay. Just ask."

Again Faruq shook his head and heard his mouth clucking.

"I can go with you, Mas?" Ask Habiba later.

Faruq frowned, "You want to come along? Wh why? Don't tell me no more." Faruq.

Habiba just chuckles, "Yes, want to come along, Mas. That's it." Sahut Habiba. "Can't you?" Ask again.

"Hmmm, look at tomorrow's call." Sahut Faruq flat.

"Must do it!" Habiba was forced.

Faruq frowned, like he was thinking of something.

"Why are you, Ba?" Ask then see Habiba who is like that, "Emmm, Mas know this." Imbuh Faruq with a smile.

Habiba glanced at Faruq's cynical, "Know what?" Ask later.

Faruq just chuckled.

"Diem diem turned out to be Mas's sister was already great. Ulama ten." Goda Faruq's.

"What the hell, Mas." Habiba started to look wrong.

"My lady hayyow."

"My God what the hell, Mas. Don't get confused."

"Not exactly the same, Mom?"

"What the hell am I doing?"

"Okay, if you don't want to ngaku, it means really Mas's guess."

"What indeed? What was my guess?"

Habiba looks sewot, "Mas Faruq is weird." Gerrick Habiba.

While Faruq only chuckled again at Habiba's behavior.

The silver painted car continued to drive in the middle of a fairly solid road this morning. In the feud his brother and sister nephew continued until entering the gate of the mosque Pondok Hidayah. From the opposite direction a luxury sedan car came out from the parking lot of the cottage yard. Faruq frowned, he had never seen the car during his time here.

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