BROMOCORAS
Sukrono Sukro Rino

"Lek, mumpung today we have a njai holiday. How about we go find Mr Gandung?" Ask Ajimukti shortly after returning from the bathroom this morning.

Dullah who was laying on the mat immediately woke up excitedly.

"Nyari Gandung, Mas? I can." Dullah looked so excited this morning. "Did you go to the house of his father-in-law Gandung, Mas?" Ask Dullah then.

Ajimukti thought for a moment, "Emmm, you better be, Lek. I promised anyway." Ajimukti.

Ajimukti grabbed the pants that were worn when he first came to Pondok Hidayah. Dullah frowned, looking astonished.

"Well, how'd you wear that, Mom?" Ask Dullah curious.

"What's the matter, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti later, while wearing pants that many holes here combined with a plain black shirt. So no wonder when he first came the view of the santri rather strange to see it.

Dullah just scratched his head. He knows how Ajimukti. Although he has extraordinary religious knowledge, but never wanted to expand it and look good only in the eyes of humans.

Moments later Ajimukti and Dullah are seen leaving their room. At that moment, Manan was seen coming down the stairs.

"Where are you going, Jik?" Sapa Manan when passing Ajimukti and Dullah.

"You want to hear Mr. Gandung, Nan." Sahut Ajimukti flat.

Manan looks at Ajimukti from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. This Ajimukti appearance made Manan slightly frown. So did Dullah who also looked relaxed.

"Why, Nan? Seeing it is so." Ask Ajimukti later.

"No papa, Jik. Just a minute, Jik. I'm in. I'll change my clothes first." Manan immediately went back up the stairs.

Ajimukti and Dullah just looked at each other and raised their shoulders.

Before long Manan has returned with a more relaxed clothes and looks different from the appearance of Manan so far who always wear Koko clothes, sarongs and scots. This time Manan is seen wearing a sweater and chino pants. Pretty interesting appearance Manan this time.

The three of them also came out of the gate of the pesantren mosque to look for transportation between villages that went to the next village. And before long a green village transport drove from the front, immediately Dullah waved his right hand as a gesture.

"The village hall next door, Kang." Said Dullah later. The driver just nodded his head back to take his transport.

It wasn't long to get to the next village. Actually, if the walk is not up to an hour. But this time they want to save energy as well as take advantage of the time.

As soon as he got off the transport, Dullah immediately looked for Gandung's figure among several rickshaws parked in front of the village hall. There were about ten rickshaws there. Dullah observed one by one the rickshawmen who were lying on the rickshaw bench while waiting for passengers.

Seeing Dullah, Ajimukti and Manan who dyed one of the rickshawmen offered their rickshaw.

"Sir, Kang! Where do I take you?" Said the rickshawman whose age was still quite young.

"No, Kang. I was looking for Gandung. He said he used to stay here." Sahut Dullah later.

"Oh, Pakdhe Gandung? That, Kang. There it is!" Show the rickshawman to one of the rickshaw lines there.

"Oh that's right, Kang. Good. Thank you, Kang." Said Dullah later.

"The same, Kang." The pedicab man was friendly.

Dullah followed Ajimukti and Manan immediately approached Gandung's rickshaw. Once there, Gandung was seen sleeping with his face covered with a hat.

"Nname!" Sapa Dullah tried to wake Gandung by patting him on the foot.

The group looked shocked and immediately woke up. As soon as he saw what woke him up, it was Dullah, Ajimukti and Manan. The smile on his lips instantly expanded.

"Ah, Dullah. I thought the passenger was." Said Gandung then, then came down from his tricycles.

"We came here on purpose, Ndung. As long as there is no activity in the pesantren." Said Dullah later.

"thank you. Thank you so much for taking your time here." Said Gandung half-bending his body.

"Yes, Ndung, same thing. Even those of us who are sorry, can only take the time now to meet you." Said Dullah while stroking Gandung's shoulders.

"It's okay, Dullah. I know you guys are in the pesantren. It must be hard to find time." Sahut Gandung after.

"Oh yes, Ndung. Our mumpung has time. About what was that time?" Dullah asked, "Are we going to your in-laws' house now?" Further.

Dullah just nodded. Not long Gandung approached one of the rickshaw drivers. Seemed to talk and then come back.

"Let's let one of my friends, Dul. It's up to who's with my friend's rickshaw." Said Gandung who turned out to ask the help of his friend a fellow rickshaw driver to drive them.

"Let me ride the rickshaw of Mr. Gandung's friend, sir." Sahut Manan's.

"All right then, Mom." Gandung Sahut.

Soon they went to his father-in-law Gandung's house. Dullah joins Gandung's rickshaw, while Ajimukti and Manan ride in his friend Gandung's rickshaw.

Not too far away is also the house of Gandung in-laws from the village hall. By riding the rickshaw was only about 20 minutes to reach the house of Gandung in-laws.

They got off the rickshaw. Gandung's friend immediately turned his rickshaw to return to the village hall. But before the rickshaw left, Ajimukti held the father.

"This, Sir. I don't know the rates. If you say less." Say Ajimukti while giving a piece of money fifty thousand.

Gandung who saw it tried to hold back, "Had Mas Aji, no need! Let it be my business later."

"Yes, Mas. Don't you need to. I am sincerely nolongin Gandung. I'm not asking for a fee, Mom." Imbuh his father a rickshaw friend Gandung trying to return Ajimukti money.

"Already, Sir. It's okay." Say Ajimukti to Gandung, then turn to his friend Gandung, "Father accept yes. I am also sincere."

"But this is mostly, my. I have no change." Said his friend Gandung then.

"Already, Sir. I didn't ask for change. You just take it." Say Ajimukti again.

"But, Mas?" Gandung's friend looks awkward.

"Just take this fortune from your father's wife." Ajimukti.

"Mas Aji is really good." Gandung. While Dullah and Manan just throw each other a smile looking at that scene.

Not long after Gandung's friend passed after several times to thank Ajimukti.

Now they are standing in a large yard. In front of them a typical Javanese Joglo house timuran with a tile order that forms a cone like a mountain with four saka guru and still walled teak wood gebyok with beautiful carvings on the door leaf and some other parts, they look very interesting.

Gandung immediately took them to the head of the house. There are some lipstick that is also made of teak wood, as well as some decorations such as ganongan masks that are commonly used by dancers in reog art.

The door of the house when it is open indicates the owner of the house is inside. Gandung immediately went inside, while Dullah and the others waited in the house's role.

The atmosphere in this place is quite cool. The breeze felt fresh when stroking their faces.

Not long after, Gandung also came out of the house with his wife and a man who was old enough to wear udeng on his head. Hair that is not covered with udeng looks completely whitened. His wrinkled skin was also visible here. By wearing a pesa'an shirt, the man seemed so glamorous to tradition and culture.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Ajimukti said in following Dullah and Manan while slightly bowing their heads.

"Wa'alaikum..." The old man said with a heavy voice.

"Let's sit down. Wow, I rarely have a ketamon like this." The old man's words seemed to be smirking with a big smile showing some of his teeth that had been dated.

"Sir, these are friends of Gandung's friends. This is Dullah, Gandung's friend from childhood to adolescence. But just met again not too long ago." Gandung introduced Dullah, "And this is Mas Aji and Mas Manan, these are..."

"My nephew, sir." Cut Dullah. Gandung glanced at Dullah, Dullah just gave a sigh to Gandung with a nod of his head.

"Yes, Sir. Mas Aji and Mas Manan Dullah's nephew." Gandung.

"Well, welcome, Son Dullah. Yeah, this is how my hut is. I'm Gandung's father-in-law, Mursini's father, his wife Gandung." Said the old man slightly humbled, "My own name, Sukrono. Commonly called Mbah Sukro." Said the old man by the name of Sukrono.

"Yes, wong tuo Mbien, Nak Dullah. If you give me that name sak sak'e. Because of the birth of Kliwon gave the name of his son Kliwon. Because of the birth of the legi Saturday, given the name Tugi. Asmo kinaryo jopo, the name is do'a. I was also named Sukrono. Sukro was Friday because I was born Friday. And his 'NO' is from Rino's pottery, which means noon. So my name is Sukrono because I was born Friday afternoon." The story of Sukrono introduces the meaning of his name while sitting in agile face to face with Dullah and others.

Ajimukti for a moment observed Sukrono. He felt the shady air of this old man. A comfortable feeling even when Sukrono was just raving about the meaning of his name.

For a moment Ajimukti frowned. He remembers when Gandung told him about his father-in-law. But Ajimukti found something else even when Sukrono answered the Ajimukti greeting with a very eloquent lafadz.

Ajimukti does not want to be prejudiced at this time. Precisely at this time outside fulfilling Gandung's request, he was a little curious to know about Sukrono who was sitting quietly in front of him at this time.

Seriate...