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The Ajimukti Victory News

The horizon at the western end of the sky had almost faded the color of his throne. Slowly the sky to the ashes began to devour Surya who lived biasnya. On the terrace of ndalem, Kyai Aminudin looked happy after turning off his phone.

Manan who accidentally flashed could only frown in astonishment when he saw how happy Kyai Aminudin looked.

"Right, here for a second!" Kyai Aminudin cried when he saw Manan's weakness.

Manan immediately approached Kyai Aminudin. And took the opportunity to kiss Kyai's hand.

"Wonten dawuh, Kyai?" Manan asked then at his Kyai's.

"No no no no! I just want to give you good news. You know what?" Kyai Aminudin's question made Manan once again frown.

"What good news is that, Kyai?" Manan dared to ask.

"Ajimukti. Ajimukti won the competition. It's just amazing. I never thought at all. The boy was able to defeat the santri santri of other pesantren." Kyai Aminudin looked excited.

Manan's smile was instantly blotted from his lips.

"Alhamdulillah Kyai." Manan said as he rubbed his palms against his face.

"You tell khodam ndalem, Nan. Tomorrow we have a celebration for Nak Aji's victory." Kyai Aminudin said with a stump.

"Sendiko dawuh, Kyai." Sahut Manan slightly lowered his body. "I'll excuse you, Kyai." Manan continued while retreating from the terrace ndalem Kyai Aminudin.

Kyai Aminudin only nodded lightly.

Manan quickly walked towards the hallway of santri's room, then stopped at one of the santri's rooms downstairs.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Lek Dul." Manan's voice while knocking on the door of the room was irregular.

Not long before the door opened. "Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What's the matter, Nan? Gedor gedor the door is like a doorman." Reprimanded Dullah as soon as he saw Manan who was grimacing at the door.

Manan did not immediately reply, he just dropped his body onto the Ajimukti bed.

"You want coffee?" Ask Dullah then.

"By, Lek."

"What's wrong with you, Nan?" Ask Dullah once more while stirring his coffee glass. "No wind no rain gedor gedor people's room."

Manan got up from the fall and sighed. "It's about Ajimukti, Lek Dul."

Dullah gawked then immediately approached Manan. "Mas Aji? What happened to Mas Aji? Mas Aji's fine, isn't he, Nan? Has Aji confused you? Continues to...Hupp."

Spontaneous Manan shut Dullah's mouth. Then release it immediately. "I'm sorry, Lek Dul."

Dullah was still looking at him sharply and full of curiosity.

"Lek Dul, calm down. Calem. Ask one. Don't play that brondong. Confused me." Complain Manan.

"What happened to Mas Aji?" Dullah bowed his body towards Manan making Manan have to slightly back his face.

"Ajimukti won, Lek Dul. First champion!" Manan exclaimed with excitement.

"Well! You're serious, Nan?" Dullah immediately shook Manan's shoulder.

"Yes, Lek."

"Did Mas Aji tell you?"

"Kyai Aminudin said. Maybe Gus Faruq if not Habiba who ngabarin."

"Keep on. Kyai Aminudin said when did they return to the cottage?" Ask Dullah a moment later.

Manan shook his head, "No, Lek. This is all I'm told to tell Kang Kang Khodam to prepare for tomorrow's celebration."

Dullah frowned, "A celebration for Mas Aji's victory?"

Manan nodded quickly.

Dullah stroked his chin, "So much this competition means Dimata Kyai Aminudin. Emmm, but good."

"Pansos, Lek Dul. I don't know how Kyai Aminudin is." Ketus Manan's.

"Husssh, can't ghibahin Kyai, Nan. Su'ul adab is his name."

Manan laughed out loud.

"Where's the coffee, Lek?"

Dullah as soon as patted his own eel.

"Until I forget, Nan. You were just that."

"No, it's just me."

Dullah woke up and went back up and grabbed a coffee glass that was ready to be served.

Meanwhile, silent from outside the room there was one of the santri who stole their conversation. Seen running towards the stairs and stopped at the place where some santri look crowded.

"Kang Budi's. Kang Budi." Said the santri with a breath of breath as soon as it arrived among the gathered santri.

A moment later, the gazes of the santri who were focused on the santri who was trying to regulate his breath.

"There you? I'm just being chased by demons." Sahut Budi looks curious.

"This, Kang. Anu." Santri still looks breathless.

"That's Kang. News from ndalem. Adjustify, Kang." Santri said back.

Instantly they focused their eyes on the santri.

"Ajimukti? What's up?" Ask Khalil.

"Did he lose?" Timpal Imam is a little cynical.

"Surely he lost. Where might win against other pesantren santri is just capital luck." Imbuh Khalil again.

"Mom.not that, Kang. Rather." Sahut the santri then still with irregular breath.

The trio of seniors and the santri looked at each other.

"You mean?" Be a little angry.

"He won, Kang. Testify the first champion."

Instantly they were shocked.

He also clenched his hand.

"Where could the boy win?" Mumbled Budi whose jaw began to harden.

"Yes. Where did you get the info?" Khalil Sahut.

"Don't worry you!" Timpal Imam was no less furious.

"I.this is serious, Kang. I heard it directly from Manan. He was told directly to Mr. Kyai." Said the santri trembling to see Budi's angry expression.

He punched the wall next to him. Makes the other students shiver.

"Bahh! Why did the boy win?" Grunter Budi really looks emotional.

Duk!

Again he punched the wall.

The santri also looked at the expression of Budi's anger.

"Switch, Bud. We should ask Mr. Kyai directly." Khalil's proposal at once tried to calm Budi.

"No need!" Budi put his hand away.

"Everything you hear, huh?" Budi grabbed the collar of the santri shirt, made the guts of the santri and looked trembling.

"I. that's. He said... He said... Mmmm.mau.. Pe..celebration, Kkkk..Kang." Said santri was really scared until he dared not look at Budi's face.

"Bahh."

Duk!

Once again he punched the wall. His hands are still clenching. Her hands are red. The muscles in his arms are clearly visible. And there was a rumbling of his teeth clashing.

All silenced, no one dared to make a sound. Even for breathing they do not want their sighs to be heard. All bowed.

Still showing his frustration. Making others creep, shivering in fear.

"All of you, - Bubar!" Say it with a little snatch.

Without waiting for a long time all the students immediately ran away from where Budi is at this time. They don't want to be an outlet for Budi's anger.

"Lil, Mum. Where are you guys going?" Called Budi who saw Khalil and Imam coming along.

"So she said..." Sahut Khalil doesn't want to mispronounce.

"You guys stay here!" Budi cut off Khalil's speech.

"We can't take that child for granted. It turned out to be silent he was just like santri songong." Grunts Budi.

"Then what should we do, Bud?" Khalil Sahut.

Let's look up for a moment. Looks like he's setting up a strategy.

Budi sighed.

"I will soon ask my father to speed up my relationship with Habiba. If you need to direct it. No need to apply for everything." Said Budi then with his nanarah gaze.

"If you can master this pesantren completely. Already a Dzuriyah ndalem. I'll be more free to act." Imbuh Budi's.

"That's right, Bud. It's better to just be quickened." Khalil Tymphal.

"Let's no longer see that santri santri songong here." Imbuh Imam's.

Budi still looks upset, the look on his face has not changed since. His hands are still occasionally seen clenching showing hardened muscle muscles in his arms.

The sky is getting dark. The high that remains the rest of the bias is now really no longer visible radiance. Echoes of sholawat tarhim sound have begun to reverberate from the funnel of the mosque funnel as a reminder that Maghrib time is still a part again.

"I'm ready for the Adhan first. You guys find out tomorrow what event will be there to celebrate the new santri's victory."

"Ready, Bud!"

Seriate...