BROMOCORAS
Who's He?

"If you look, there seems to be something you're thinking about at the end of this?" Faruq took a seat in front of Habiba. Now they sit face to face.

Habiba just sighed. His heavy breathing implied something he was harboring.

"It seems to be true, right?" Faruq continued with a smile and leaned his body on the back of the chair he was sitting on by crossing his hands on his chest.

Habiba. Once he breathed deeply.

"Change, Mas." Lirih. His voice is heavy.

Faruq frowned, "Why with Pakdhe, Ba?" Ask later.

For the umpteenth time Habiba sighed. "Habiba doesn't understand Abah, Mas. With all the will Abah is increasingly imposing. Habibas... Habiba..." Habiba stopped his words. The tears began to bathe both of her eyelids. His hands began to wipe away the tears that slowly began to spill over to both of his cheeks.

Faruq momentarily fell silent waiting for Habiba to calm down a little.

"Habiba only wants Abah who was, Mas. Who can always understand what Habiba's will is without Habiba having to say. But Abah whom Habiba knew first. It has changed, Mom. Abah is no longer like Abah whom Habiba knew, Mas." Habiba complains with a rather heavy voice because it is holding sobs.

Faruq straightened his seat, closer to Habiba.

"Why do you think that, Ba? What's the matter exactly?" Ask Faruq then.

"Budi, Mas." Habiba lirih.

"God?" Faruq frowned. "That Aliyah-class santri Mas?" Faruq.

Habiba just nodded slowly.

"Why with Budi? And what does that have to do with, umm Mas mean between you and Pakdhe?" Faruq asked a little curiously.

Habiba raised his head slightly up and looked back at Faruq with his eyes still looking moist.

"Last Sunday Mr. Nugroho met Abah, Mas?" Habiba breathed back. "He was Budi's father. And Mas knows what purpose he's going to meet Abah?" Habiba's voice was now beginning to sound heavy.

Faruq shook his head lightly. Waiting for Habiba to finish his speech.

"Pak Nugroho intends to propose to Habiba for Budi, Mas." Habiba covered his face with both palms. His voice was heard again.

Faruq. Instantly there was an unpleasant hunch that swirled in his eyes.

"Did Pakdhe accept that proposal?" Ask Faruq then.

Habiba nodded slowly. "Without asking first with Habiba. Without considering Habiba. And Abah forced Habiba to accept all that. Do you know what makes Habiba sick?"

Faruq again just shook his head.

"Because of the power that made Abah that way. Because, because Mr. Nugroho promised Abah for the construction of the princess cottage if Habiba accepted Budi's proposal." Habiba is back.

"Astaghfirullahal-adzim." Faruq's back jerked.

"Will Pakdhe repeat the same mistake?" Faruq Mumbled.

"Then will you accept that proposal, Ba?" Ask Faruq then.

"If Habiba had any other choice. Honestly, Habiba refused the proposal, Mas. Habiba did not want to marry someone who only put power in the interest of his ambitions. And..." Habiba again breathed. "No, Habiba loves." Habiba's voice slowed down.

Faruq returned to the head bobble. "Budi does excel in this pesantren. But his character was always the hood of the tiger, who always hid behind his father's big name which then made him now become arrogant and always put forward power."

"That's it, Mum." Habiba.

"I think after getting all this, it's enough for Pakdhe. Not really, Ba."

"Habiba should be how, Mas? Habiba is confused." Habiba is back. He was no longer able to withstand the sadness that continued to surround him.

"Give everything to God, Ba." Faruq grabbed the back of Habiba's hand. "God always has a plan behind every test. Be praying! Please guide God!" Said Faruq later.

"But Habiba really could not bear if Abah continued and continued to force Habiba to accept the man that Habiba did not love, Mas. Habiba could not imagine if Habiba had to be with, - Bu-di, Mas." Habiba's voice grew louder between his sobs.

"Is there really a silent man you love, Ba?" Faruq looked at Habiba seriously.

For the umpteenth time, Habiba sighed. "It looks like Mas Faruq already knows the answer."

Faruq smiled. "May God give His way for all this, Ba. While patience! God will try to talk to Pakdhe if the time is right."

Habiba again wiped the tears that had not just stopped flooding his eyelids.

Meanwhile in the courtyard of the mosque Pondok Hidayah. Ajimukti, Manan also Dullah is relaxing in the terrace courtyard of the mosque. Around them the students were also busy joking with their respective hordes.

"That day's a little later, Jik. Are you ready?" Ask Manan later.

Ajimukti just smiled, "Why not be ready, Nan?" Ajimukti answers Manan's question by throwing questions back.

Manan just smiled. "I'm even more curious now waiting for what will happen after this, Jik."

"Guet with you, Nan. Also meeting with your father, Anggoro also Prastowo. Everything is out of our plans." Dullah. "Also maybe a meeting with..." Dullah stopped his words.

"Who's with you, Lek?" Tanya Manan caught Dullah's words being cut off.

"Ah, no, Nan." Sahut Dullah later.

"What is the senior trio." Ask Manan later.

"Yes, Nan. They're. They're not part of our original plan either." Ajimukti.

Without realizing it Dullah suddenly gulped.

"When the competition comes. We're here exactly one month. And I once promised not until three months all this truth would soon be revealed, Nan." Say Ajimukti with a gaze that so illustrates seriousness.

"And after that will you stay here or return to Jogja, Jik?" Tanya Manan arrived.

Ajimukti just raises his shoulders slowly. "Come, Nan. I've been thinking about it, but how will we wait for the results."

"I stay here or go back to Jogja just the same, Nan. This is also my home, my father's hometown. While in Jogja is also my home. My mother's hometown." Ajimukti.

"I wish we'd still be friends like this, Jik. Like our father." Sahut Manan's.

Ajimukti just smiles. "There's one more, Nan."

Manan frowned. "Who, Jik?"

"Sobri."

"Sobri?"

"Yes, Sobri. Lek Dullah's son. She is besides my best friend since childhood, she also I have considered like my sister, Nan. And I'm sure later if you and Sobri meet, you will get along quickly. Just like our father, Nan."

Manan just smiled. Likewise, Dullah who was immediately moved to hear Ajimukti talk about Sobri, his son. Dullah knew very well how Ajimukti and Sobri were related. Knows very well how Ajimukti treats Sobri, even though Sobri is only the son of his nanny.

"But when will Lek Dul bring Sobri here?" Ask Manan later.

"Come, Nan. But later if the time is right I'll introduce Sobri to you." Dullah.

"This promise, Lek."

"God willing."

Dullah and Ajimukti just laughed at the attitude of Manan who seemed impatient to meet his new best friend.

Away from where they enjoyed the conversation. Without them knowing a pair of eyes watching them from behind the wall of the gate of the mosque Pondok Hidayah. That look was clearly fixed on where the three of them were at the moment.

"I'll excuse you, Jik, Lek Dul." Manan then said.

"Where are you going, Nan?" Ask Ajimukti who saw Manan suddenly move.

"This. I forgot that my cigarette ran out." Sahut Manan's.

"Well, if I have this cigarette. There's also a room, Nan. I happen to be the same Lek Dul already stock."

"Anu, Nick. I want to take this too." Manan then grabbed his sandals and passed from the terrace of the mosque.

Ajimukti is just a head bobble.

Outside the Pondok Hidayah mosque.

"Whose father?"

The middle-aged man suddenly became stunned when he saw a young man suddenly standing behind him.

"I'll excuse you." The man hurried away without answering the young man's question.

"Wait a minute, sir. I haven't answered yet.." Not finished the young man asked, the middle-aged man was already getting away from him.

"Squeaky. What happened to that father. Looks like it was observing Ajimukti and Lek Dul's place." The young man murmured, - Manan.

For a moment Manan frowned while holding his chin.

"Wait, wait. Like I've seen that father. But where? It seems like the father is no stranger." Manan muttered again.

For a while Manan tried to remember something.

"Oh yes I remember. That father wasn't that one at the time...?" Manan seemed to remember something about the middle-aged man he met earlier.

Seriate...