BROMOCORAS
It's raining!

I don't know why the weather wasn't so friendly this afternoon. The sun this afternoon prefers to hide behind clouds that are getting blackened. Before long, the clear circles from the sky fell one after another and began to wet the earth below.

In a room that is not too large. Ajimukti, Dullah and Manan are enjoying coffee and cigarettes tucked between their fingers. The small room was for a while filled with puffs of cigarette smoke. Occasionally, they heard their laughter among the rustling of rain water that fell from the roof of the room courtyard.

"Allahumma shoyyiban nafi’an." Say Ajimukti while rubbing his face.

Manan and Dullah also only guarantee the do'a spoken by Ajimukti.

"If it's like this best to sleep, huh, Lek?" Manan then said while leaning his head on Ajimukti's bed.

The one who was spoken to was just laughing.

"By the way, after your lecture Maghrib yesterday. Budi and the Genk seem different that's not it, Jik?" Tanya Manan then still with her head propped up on Ajimukti's bed.

Ajimukti just shrugged his shoulders. "Now, yesterday also seems ordinary. It's not like it's usually a lot of talk."

"Just hope, Mom. May they change and no longer look at people from the outside." Dullah.

"Difficult, Lek. Especially Budi." Sahut Manan's.

"Why are you so pessimistic, Bud?" Ask Ajimukti a moment later. "It's like there's a personal vendetta." Imbuh Ajimukti with a little laughter.

"Well, what the hell, Jik. Not that." Sahut Manan sounded reluctant to discuss that.

"I agree with you, Lek Dul. Sure too. I don't know when, Budi must have changed too, Nan." Say Ajimukti later.

Manan was silent. Ajimukti glanced at him, and was sure Manan was not too sure Budi could change.

"Oh yeah, Jik." Manan suddenly raised his head to make Ajimukti a little astonishment. "Switch topics. It's about Mr. Yai." Manan then said.

Ajimukti and Dullah both frowned. "meaning?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Are you sure of your intentions? I'm sorry more precisely what is the possibility, - can." Manan slowly pressed down.

Ajimukti smiled, "Alhaqqu mir-rabbik..." Answer Ajimukti by quoting a verse.

"The truth is from God, Nan. And never doubt!" Its effects.

Manan just nodded in understanding.

"If God saw this as a truth, it would be God who will guide our steps. Our job is to leave it to Him. On the ridho of Allah." Say Ajimukti later.

"And later, If it is time for God to say Kun, then for Him is Fayakun." Ajimukti pressed his last words.

"Excellent, Jik. I should've paid you this much more often." Sahut Manan's.

"Why should I pay the same salary, Nan? There is nothing special about me, Mah. I should've exhausted your science." Ajimukti Reply.

"Already, Jik. Don't go down that low. Remember demeaning is someone else's job." Sahut Manan again who makes Ajimukti and Dullah immediately laugh.

"At the same time you are like this. I feel like I used to ask for Kyai Salim, Jik." Suddenly the atmosphere that had been cheerful now suddenly became quiet.

"Kyai Salim always warns want all his students not to be tired of knowledge. I don't know who that is." Manan's voice was now heard getting heavier.

"I did too, Mommy." Dullah began to talk, "I remember very well how Kang Salim used to give me the picture to never get tired of doing what I used to be and what people would say in the end." Desah Dullah's.

"Had Kang Salim always said, sopo wonge diligently nggoleken bakale press (who diligently looking for a stick (buffer) will arrive), diligently it means Istiqomah, Istiqomah, ora cekelek'an ati (not easily discouraged), unyielding, tenacious also diligent.knit it stick, buffer, to strengthen the steps, doubt, and, and what is meant by Kang Salim here is the alim ulama of the Kyai. press it up, meaning to the mastery of knowledge and practice. So if we are Istiqomah in the knowledge of the Kyai, then we will come to our identity as people who will know Allah, people who fear, people who believe." As if back in his past, his twinkle in his eyes illustrates a sense that is difficult to express.

"Now as well as the hope of the father also Pakdhe Prastowo, Jik. Like that I put hope in you." This time, Manan looks serious.

Ajimukti throws a smile and grabs his coffee glass, "Looking at the real you, I remember the call of Sheikh Nawawi Al-Bantany, Nan." Say Ajimukti while putting the coffee glass.

"What is that, Jik?" Manan slightly narrowed his eyes looking towards Ajimukti.

"The higher the knowledge, the more one sees the truth of others. And the higher the understanding, the less one sees the faults of others." Say Ajimukti later.

Manan just laughed.

"Jik Jik, you could've praised."

"Loh, this isn't a compliment, Nan."

Manan just rinsed his head. For a moment the slightly confused atmosphere again began to melt.

Outside the rain, they refuse to stop. Now it is increasingly rushing to flush the land that was dry.

Not far from the Ajimukti room. Among the swift rain, there was a very serious conversation.

"Well, Nduk. Now father ask. What is the lack of kindness? Already the seedlings bebet clear weight. And Abah saw that during the mondok here the war was also good. Very accomplished even." Kyai Aminudin slightly stiffened.

"But, bah. Habiba didn't want to think about it yet. Only then did Habiba want to end. Why must you hunt, bah?" Habiba said softly as if holding something in his chest.

"So I'm not asking you to hunt. Abah just wants you to accept Budi's proposal first. The matter of getting married later so that Abah and Pak Nugroho talk later if you are not ready yet." Kyai Aminudin pressed Habiba.

"Just like, bah. Anyway Habiba hasn't wanted to think about that. Proposal or something." Sahut Habiba tries to rebel.

"You know. Mr. Nugroho has prepared a plan for the construction of the princess cottage if you want to accept Budi's proposal. Does it still show the seriousness of Mr. Nugroho to match you with Budi? Heh?" Kyai Aminudin began to raise his voice. His neck muscles began to tighten.

"So that's why you forced Habiba?" Ask Habiba later.

"Loh, Abah did not force you, Nduk. But Abah only assures you that Budi is the best for you. What's wrong if Abah wants the best for her princess?" Kyai Aminudin pressed Habiba further.

"You will be assured with Budi. And of course our pesantren will also get a splash from your relationship and Budi later. Don't you want to raise our pesantren?" Kyai Aminudin again.

Unknowingly, Habiba's tears began to flow down his cheeks. Uminya who had been silent since then began to embrace him. Habiba was sobbing, his chest tight and did not know anymore had to reject the wishes of Kyai Aminudin with language moreover.

"Already, bah. Let your daughter finish her first. Not a graduate yet, right? We can talk about this again tomorrow." Kyai Aminudin's wife said slowly.

Kyai Aminudin only snorted and then moved from where he had stood since then. From the look on his face was a rage that could no longer be hidden. While Habiba still sounded sobbing sobbing sobbing in his uminya.

"Habiba should be how, Mi?" Ask Habiba later.

"That's how you are, Nduk. You should be able to understand it." Say Uminya slowly while stroking Habiba's head.

"But Habiba doesn't want this match, Mi." Habiba is still with his stuffing that is increasingly unbearable.

Um only able to breathe. He knew what Habiba's current position was like. She also knows how her husband is when he has a wish.

"What Habiba cannot choose the happiness of Habiba himself, Mi. In the past Habiba wanted to go with Mas Faruq, but Abah forced Habiba to Pacitan. Habiba nurut, Mi. But for this matter Habiba wants to determine for himself who is Habiba's companion, Mi. Is Habiba wrong?" Habiba expresses all his feelings.

"Habiba longs for the old Abah, Mi. Habiba does not know the present. Habiba misses, Mi. Habiba wanted the old Abah Habiba, who always knew Habiba's wishes even though Habiba never said. It was not Abah who imposed his will on Habiba as he is today, Mi." Habiba continues to evaporate the uneg in his heart which seems to have been quiet all along.

"Habiba wants to be happy with Habiba's choice, Mi." Habiba hugged her uminya tightly. Uminya can only caress Habiba's head. Trying to calm her daughter down with her embrace.

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