BROMOCORAS
Second Meeting

This morning the sky looks bright. Car chirping and then the traders seemed to be interlocked looking for a gap. No silence was left between the blazing heat that began to touch.

The aroma of material materials began to be presented among the windfall pengaisak. The pelvic porters' burly arms began to recite their prayers among the prayers offered by the calf muscles of the pedicab holders. They pray the same, may the energy they pawn equal to the wages they will bring home later.

Ajimukti and Dullah break into a food stall on the outskirts of the market. From outside the food stall it looks quite crowded. Maybe the menu in this food stall is delicious according to the taste of the tongue of the visitors who flattened the hawkers or also the father of the rickshaw also the taxi driver and driver of the driver of the merchandise introduction. Or maybe because it's cheap.

"Dullah, Mas Aji!" A man was heard greeting and immediately waved his hand towards them.

"Prastowho? Find breakfast too?" Dullah asked after approaching Prastowo who greeted him just now.

"Yes, Dul. While waiting for my wife with my son shopping." Sahut Prastowo shifted his seat.

"Well, your wedok's son's coming home, Pras? When?" Ask Dullah while sitting in Ajimukti.

"Yes, Dul. It's the day after yesterday." Sahut Prastowo.

"E e e. How are you saying your son's coming home, Pras?" Ask Dullah again.

"Wong I just don't know if he's coming home, Dul Dul. At two o'clock in the morning my son came home from the boarding driver with his cabin friend. They're out of what kind of show I forgot." Prastowo Sahut.

"Well, Sobri just tell me to come here, Lek. Recognize his son Mr. Lek Pras." Ajimukti chuckled a little.

Prastowo and Dullah also laughed at Ajimukti's words just now.

"By the way you are the same Mas Aji looking for what is the morning tumben to the market?" Ask Prastowo a moment later.

"Not looking for anything, Lek. Just find breakfast." Ajimukti.

Prastowo just laughed. "What message does Mas Aji want? I'm a pesenin." Tanya Prastowo.

"No need, Lek. It was pesen. Still in line he said." Ajimukti.

Prastowo only nodded lightly. "How's the development at the lodge, Mas?" Prastowo asked a little furthering his body.

"Morning, Lek. Although I can't move now. But a little bit, I've started to be able to set up a stratagem for the future." Ajimukti.

"And you know what, Pras? Mas Aji yesterday won the Arabic speech competition. And that night there was a celebration of Mas Aji's victory. You know, Pras. Semalem Mas Aji makes everything that comes klakep not sound." Cut Dullah very hard.

Prastowo mangosteen mangosteen, "I heard about the celebration, Dul. Wong's wife and my son come."

Dullah gawked, "Loh, Ma'am Yu with your son, Pras. How can I not see?"

"Yes, that's where the sons and daughters are separated, Lek." Cut Ajimukti.

Dullah just grimaced and scratched his head. "Yes yes, Mas. I forgot."

"But I don't know, Mom. If it's a celebration for victory. Lha wong, my wife also said she just wanted sholawatan at the cottage." Prastowo.

"Why don't you just go along, Pras?" Ask Dullah then.

Prastowo shook his head and was seen sighing making Dullah frown.

"Why even the ringing bell, Pras?" Dullah still looks astonished.

"You're funny, Dul. Maybe I was in first. My Wong also seneng sholawatan. But if now it is just from home. Do you want Kyai Aminudin to suspect that we know him?" Prastowo said at length.

Dullah just nodded slowly, "It's also you, Pras. Your thoughts are one step ahead."

"Unless we pretend we don't know him, Dul." Imbuh Prastowo.

Before long the food orders Dullah and Ajimukti come complete with black coffee.

"Lek Pras, don't eat anymore?" Ask Ajimukti to Prastowo while receiving food served by the same shop owner.

"It's full of me, Mom. The new guy finishes me too." Sahut Prastowo while patting his stomach. "Monggo Mas Aji have breakfast first."

Dullah while eating is still heard chatting lightly with Prastowo. While Ajimukti can only hear their chat while enjoying the soto in front of him while occasionally laughing.

"Let's get us home." Prastowo's wife has arrived. "Loh, Kang Dullah, Mas Aji. Breakfast here too." Sumiatun continued, Prastowo's wife once saw Ajimukti and Dullah in the stall.

"Yes, Ms. Yu."

"Yes, Miss Lek."

"Shopping, Ma'am yu?" Ask Dullah then to Sumiatun.

"Obviously, Kang Dullah. Jagan tandon vegetable for a week." Sahut Sumiatun chuckled.

"Where is your son, Mom?" Ask Prastowo who saw Sumiatun come alone.

"That's it, wait there." Sumiatun pointed towards the girl who was standing.

"You didn't tell me to come here, Mom. Ben knows his Mr. Lek and his brother." Prastowo said to Sumiatun.

"Well, how does it fit Sobri yeah, Lek." Shirak Ajimukti again while laughing.

"Yes, that's how my son, Mas." Sahut Prastowo laughs. "That's a boy here!" Show Prastowo when Sumiatun and his son walk towards the stall.

"Here, Nduk. This knows Mr. Lek Dullah, a friend of the father when he was young and this is Mas Aji his son a friend of the father also." Call Prastowo to the girl next to the Sumiatun.

Ajimukti was stunned for a moment before finally staring at Ajeng, Prastowo's daughter was clingy.

"Loh, aren't you yesterday....?" Ask Ajimukti to Ajeng without further ado while pointing at him.

"Yes." Yeah." Ajeng replied slightly. "Sampeyan Kang Aji right?" Tanya Ajeng later.

"Yes I'm Aji. Santri Pondok Hidayah." Ajimukti.

"Loh loh. You guys know each other, right?" Cut Prastowo saw Ajimukti and Ajeng's conversation.

"Mas Aji has met Prastowo's son, Mas?" Dullah was also astonished.

"Look, Lek. Yesterday I was able to introduce Ning Biba to this Ajeng, Lek." Ajimukti.

"Ning Biba's? How to get to Ning Biba, Mas?" Confused me. Dullah looked to be frowning because he was confused.

"Look, Lek. Yesterday at the competition. I was the same Gus Faruq had lost Ning Biba. Well, it turns out that Ning Biba was chatting at the same stall of his cabin friends, including this Ajeng. Well, keep fitting me again find Ning Biba, Ning Biba again the same Ajeng. So be known for it." Ajimukti. While Ajeng just smiled assuring Ajimukti's explanation.

"That Ajeng is Ning Biba's friend in the cabin?" Ask Dullah then.

"Yes, Lek." Sahut Ajeng shrieked with a little bowed.

"Sik! Sik! Sik! Who is Ning Biba?" Prastowo asked confused by their conversation.

"Ning Biba is Kyai Aminudin's son, Lek." Ajimukti.

Prastowo. "It's me, Nduk?" Prastowo asked his son.

"Excite, Sir. Leres." Sahut Ajeng's.

"Kok you never told me that Kyai Aminudin's son was your friend at the cottage, Nduk?" Ask Prastowo then.

"Ajeng found out not too long ago, sir." Sahut Ajeng later.

"Oh yeah, why weren't you with us yesterday?" Ask Ajimukti to Ajeng.

"Actually yesterday Habiba also offered, Kang. But I'm not that good." Ajeng replied still with a little bowed.

"Oh yes, Mas Aji. The voice of Mas Aji semalem makes adem pas sholawatan in the cottage yesterday." Sumiatun chirps Prastowo's wife who has been silent since. "Well, Nduk?" Switch to Ajeng, his son.

"Yes, Kang. Bener said Habiba if Habiba doubted Kang Aji is still Diniyah. Lha wong I just pas dengerin qasidah sampeyan semalem also so doubtful kok." Sahut Ajeng later.

Dullah and Prastowo suddenly laughed making Sumiatun and Ajeng turn towards them. Ajimukti just held back his smile.

"Why did you and Kang Dullah even laugh. Opo enek sing funny to, sir?" Tanya Sumiatun was astonished.

"Already have. Later at the house of the story." Cut Prastowo.

A little frown. "What story, sir?"

"The story about Mas Aji is ayu." Sahut Dullah while patting Ajimukti's shoulder.

Ajeng just nodded lightly.

"Then, excuse me first. You guys will stop by my house first. I'll have coffee if I want to stop by." Prastowo said as he got up from his seat.

"It looks like another time, Lek. Later I will be the same Lek Dul directly to the cottage." Sahut Ajimukti later.

"Yes, Pras. Anytime anytime." Dullah.

"Then I go first." Prastowo said, then lifted Sumiatun's groceries.

"Excuse me Kang Aji. Stop by the house if you have time." Said Ajeng with a slight smile on his face.

"Yes, God willing." Sahut Ajimukti also with a little throw smile.

Prastowo soon left the food stall with Sumiatun, his wife and Ajeng, his daughter.

"Jebule's son Prastowo ayu yes, Mas?" Tanya Dullah sat back to the stall bench.

Ajimukti just nodded lightly. His eyes glanced towards Prastowo who started walking away from the direction of the stall. And when it was without Ajimukti guessing, Ajeng also took the time to turn to him. The girl once again curled her two clenched lips towards Ajimukti who was silent still observing her disappearance.

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