BROMOCORAS
Hidayah Road

Twenty-seven years ago.

A small suburban terminal.

Fierce fights between street rulers broke out in the morning blind. The sound of screaming, mockery, screams also broken glass makes it sound so boisterous clashing. Breaking the atmosphere of a morning that should be cold becomes so tight.

A young man fell on dry ground. Fresh blood came out from a part of his face. His body looks stocky with some tattoos on his back. His breath was cut off. Without anyone caring, all were still busy with his fist far ahead. Except for two teenagers who are the same. With a row between the crowd, he infiltrated the young man who fell down.

"Prastowo, we need to get Satriyo out of here right away." Said a long-haired young man to his thick-bodied colleague.

"But, Kang. If we leave, we will lose. This victory depends on you."

The young man gondrong grabbed the crate of his friend's clothes that were thick.

"You want Satriyo dead? Huh huh? How important is the power of our own friend's life?"

The fat young man named Prastowo was silent. He knows how his interlocutor is right now. He knew what if his friend was already angry.

"Good, Kang. I'll bopong Satriyo."

"No need. You just find a way."

The young man was named Salim. He was the most respected among his other colleagues.

Salim immediately raised Satriyo's body that was covered in blood. Prastowo immediately ran to find a way.

They continued to run regardless of the crowd. Running away from the hustle and bustle that is happening.

Prastowo and Salim stopped on the side of the road quite far from the crowd who were struggling.

"You wait Satriyo I'll find help. We need to get Satriyo to the hospital immediately."

"Okay, Kang."

Salim rushed to the side of the road. As soon as a car approached he dismissed it immediately. Not even reluctant Salim punch the driver because he reasoned to be in a hurry to take the merchandise. Do not want the driver to obey Salim's will. Salim was, after all, quite famous and known to be extremely ruthless. King Tega.

Prastowo immediately picked up Satriyo carrying him into an open tub car which had been painstakingly dismissed by Salim.

Along the way Salim muttered indistinctly hoping Satriyo could be saved. Prastowo was silent without a word. He didn't want to get hit by Salim.

The hospital is not far from the terminal where they were hit. Salim ran immediately. Approaching one of the officers. With a huff Salim forced the officers to move quickly.

Satriyo has been treated by a doctor. Salim waited outside in agitation. He's pacing back and forth incoherently. Prastowo did not dare to rebuke him. Let it be just like that.

Doctor out. Salim immediately rushed to see the doctor.

"How, Doc. My friend is okay, right?"

"The patient mas. We have tried our best, but God wills another."

Not done yet the doctor spoke Salim had fallen limp. He knew what the doctor would say. The doctor tried to calm her down before leaving.

Salim is still sitting. His hands clenched, hitting the ceramic floor so hard that even made Prastowo aghast. Prastowo in confusion. What should he do.

"I failed, Pras. I failed to save even one of my best friends' lives."

Prastowo now ventured closer to Salim. Salim's shoulder. He stood. For the first time Prastowo saw Salim like this, even to the point of shedding tears.

Prastowo knew how close Salim and Satriyo were. Prastowo understands how Salim and Satriyo travel on the streets. Now that Salim lost Satriyo, it is only fitting that Salim was hit hard.

At eight o'clock in the morning the hearse arrived at a fairly large house. An old man came out of the house.

Salim first approached the old man and fell down at the old man's feet.

"Already, Son. You already know this is going to happen."

The old man grabbed Salim by the shoulder and then took him to his feet. Salim looked in the man's eyes. Not even a single moment of sadness appeared in his eyes. It was precisely the incredible calm emanated from the old man's eyeball. And Salim did not think, where did his father Satriyo know this?

Satriyo's body has been buried. Salim walked out of the cemetery followed by Prastowo and several other colleagues behind him.

"Salim's son."

Suddenly a hoarse voice called out to Salim. Make Salim stop his steps and turn around.

"Satriyo has just been buried. For a few days stay at my father's house."

Salim looked back at the old man's eyes. Still full of calm that radiated in both eyes of the old man.

"Good, Sir. If it can make up for my guilt."

The man smiled faintly and grabbed Salim's shoulders and walked away from the cemetery. Sometimes Salim still looked back, looking at the red earth mound behind him until it was no longer visible.

That afternoon at the house of Zaini, the old man of his father Satriyo.

Prastowo has gone home with his other colleagues. Prastowo House is not far from Zaini's residence.

In the vague solitude of heavy and slightly dragged footsteps walked closer towards Salim. Salim moved from his seat.

"Sit down, Salim boy."

Salim sat back down.

Now Zaini is right next to Salim sitting. Zaini occasionally took a heavy breath.

"First. I hope Satriyo can continue the ideals of the father to establish pesantren in this village. But you know, Satriyo is not the type of person who wants to be organized. I hope either way when Satriyo will get guidance and can be like my father's hope." Zaini took her breath again.

"Father always wanted Satriyo to be careful. Because you know this is going to happen sooner. From the beginning, I prepared myself for this. To accept such a reality."

Salim was silent, before his countenance changed.

"I promise to avenge those who have made Satriyo that way, sir."

Zaini grabbed Salim's hand.

"no need. What luck? What with you taking revenge will all be finished? No. gabe. What with you avenging Satriyo can come back? Not particularly. There is, the problem will be longer."

"But, Sir..."

"Nothing but. If you have to take revenge, take revenge. Because what? Because the father asked for guidance for Satriyo. And God always has a way of guiding. If not by repentance, perhaps by death. And those who say you have harmed Satriyo. They are God's only mediators to show that guidance is real."

Salim speechless. His mouth seemed to be locked tightly this time.

"Now you stay, Son Salim. Do you want it to come after death or before death? It's all on you, son."

Zaini got up from her seat and then stepped inside with heavy steps also slightly dragged.

Salim is still on the porch of the house. Even a cigarette he had just started was now burned to ashes by the wind.

Salim. His hands occasionally rubbed his slightly messy long hair. Then back to light the cigarette and back also only suck it a few times and let the cigarette to ashes.

It has been almost a week since Satriyo's death. Last night was the seven-day anniversary of Satriyo's death. And Salim still lives in Satriyo's house with Zaini.

That morning on the porch of Zaini's house.

Salim approached Zaini who was feeding his kneeling bird.

"Sorry, Sir. Maybe in the afternoon I'll have to go home to Jogja, see my wife."

Zaini smiled and moved from her seat.

"Be careful. That's just my father's message."

Salim smiled.

"If you have felt that direction. Come back here. Your house. You are the same as Satriyo."

Salim this time was completely moved by what he had just heard from Zaini's mouth. Salim immediately grabbed Zaini's hand and kissed the back of the man's hand which was already full of wrinkles.

"I'll remember all of your messages."

"Forgot all my messages, son. There is enough you need to remember. Hideyad."

Salim. To be honest, he was confused as to what to say this time.

During the day in Zaini's yard, Prastowo was getting ready with his onthel bike.

"Sampeyan so go home, Kang?" Prastowo asked Salim who had been preparing since.

"Why? Wanna come? Come on."

Prastowo just bowed.

"But the boat will still be back here again, right, Kang?"

Salim only slightly raised his shoulders.

"What's the fate of me and my friends if you don't come back, Kang. We can finish."

"Calm down, Pras. I know your abilities if something happens again one day. But for the time being I am sure, none of them dared to present themselves after Satriyo's death. They're gonna think we're not gonna stay quiet and get revenge." Salim patted Prastowo's shoulder.

"Yes, now take me to the terminal, Pras. That's the problem you calm down."

With a heavy Prastowo pedaling his bike left the yard of Zaini's house.

Seriate...