BROMOCORAS
The Bright Morning Smile

The sun, which began to crawl from the eastern horizon, shone quite brightly this morning. White clouds hanging between the gaps of the light, further beautify every corner of space in space. The rest of the last night's dew from some of the leaves is wet, leaving a rancid smell on the ground.

Among the atmosphere of this beautiful morning, a crowd has occurred almost all over the corner of Pondok Pesantren Hidayah. All the santri talk about the invitation intended for the santri guardians of each of them. No one knows what happened yesterday afternoon on the terrace.

Activities are still as usual, there has been no change with teaching and learning activities in pesantren. Ali was also Faruq, temporarily handling all the activities of the students.

Ajimukti himself is currently in his room with Dullah, shortly after that Manan came to their room.

"Now what should I call you? Ajimukti what Gus Aufa?" Manan suddenly asked that.

Ajimukti frowned then immediately grabbed Manan's neck with his arms and held him tightly.

"You are yes, Nan." Ajimukti laughs at following Manan.

Dullah who saw it could only smile, and silently imagined if his son Sobri could be in the middle of them at this time.

Ajimukti observed Dullah's facial expression suddenly changed. After removing his hook on Manan, Ajimukti grabbed his phone.

"Whose phone, Jik?" Tanya Manan was astonished.

"I forgot I haven't told Sibu about this, Nan." Search for contacts on his phone.

No lam voice from across sounded hoarse, Dullah immediately memorized the voice because Ajimukti deliberately meloudspiker his call.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Gus." Say hello from across the street with a bright tone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Kang Sobri. Pripun kabare?" Say Ajimukti also with a happy tone.

"Thank God, Gus. How is there any development?" Ask Sobri later.

"Nothing, Kang. But something seems to miss this wayyan." Ajimukti smile.

From across the street, Sobri was heard laughing. "Record, Gus. Father how are you?" Ask Sobri later.

Without answering Ajimukti immediately thrust his phone at Dullah. Quickly Dullah rousing the phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Germany. Iki father." Said Dullah with glassy eyes.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir. Pripun kabare?" Sobri said from across with a voice that sounded so happy.

"Thank God, Le." Dullah was so happy too.

For a while Ajimukti let the father and son chat. While he was, he was enjoying the conversation with Manan.

Shortly thereafter, Dullah returned Ajimukti's phone. The call is still going on.

"How's the pesantren, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Thank God, Gus. Gus Wahid can handle everything. Hasan is also now willing to help." Sobri from across.

"Good Kang then. Means if you stay it's okay, right?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Dullah who heard that frowned and turned his head towards Ajimukti.

"That's, Gus?" Tanya Sobri was as confused as Dullah.

Ajimukti smiled, "I'm asking you to bring Sibu here, Kang." Sobri later said.

Not yet Sobri replied, Dullah has been seen developing his smile.

"Well, you can do it, Gus. When, Gus?" Sobri asked from across the street sounded excited.

"Later to mature Sibu first, Kang." Say Ajimukti later.

Shortly after the conversation, Ajimukti ended his call.

"Really, Mas. Sobri to get you here?" Tanya Dullah also looked excited.

Ajimukti nodded lightly, "Yes, Lek. All right.." Ajimukti stopped his words, then smiled.

Dullah and Manan looked astonished.

"What the hell, Mom?" Ask Dullah impatiently.

Ajimukti raised his head, brought his face closer to Dullah, "You guys want to know Sobri and Ajeng, Lek." Say Ajimukti and smile again.

Dullah could only smile, "This Mas Aji could be. Does Prastowo's son want to be with Sobri?" Said Dullah did not want to be too flattering his son.

While Manan heard that, now gulped. There is a sense that runs in his heart. At least a little bit he knows how Ajeng feels to Ajimukti at the moment. Yes, even though Ajeng has not been brightly acknowledged, but from the way Ajeng looked at Ajimukti also when Ajeng talked about Ajimukti, Manan can confirm, Ajeng save a feeling more on Ajimukti.

But he also could not convey that to Ajimukti. Manan knew since yesterday afternoon, Ajimukti and Habiba had been silent and hinted at each other's feelings.

Manan sighed, he could only hope that everything would be fine. No one gets hurt, no matter who it is.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Guys..." At that moment, a man stood at the door and said his greetings.

Ajimukti and the others turned towards the door after saying the greeting. Ajimukti stood up shortly.

"What's Kang Herman doing?" Ask Ajimukti to Herman, one of the students and administrators of the boarding school and also a confidant of Kyai Aminudin.

Not yet answering Ajimukti's question, Herman immediately grabbed Ajimukti's hand and tried to kiss the back of his hand.

"Sa. I'm sorry, Gus. I, I once made the same mistake. I'm khilaf, Gus." Herman said with an anxious face.

Ajimukti smiled, "It's Kang Herman, forget it. Oh, yeah let's go in. We're talking inside." Take Ajimukti later.

Herman was slightly goosebumps looking at Dullah's gaze at him. Silently silent he gulped and his body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry, Gus. I'm really sorry!" Herman said once again when Ajimukti had sat back down.

Again Ajimukti just smiled, "And I said, Kang. Just forget it. And again I never see the error of the sampeyan, so what should I forgive?" Say Ajimukti later.

"Because of me, I once put my suspicions on the same line, Gus. I'm really sorry, Gus." Again an apology came out of Herman's mouth.

"Kang Herman, how many years of nyantri?" Dullah interrupted.

Frightened by Dullah's glare at him, Herman trembled slightly to reply, "Se..Nine years."

Dullah smiled grinning, making Herman's heart beat faster.

"Nine years of nyantri, should make the sampeyan can distinguish between good and bad." Dullah bluffed a little this time.

This time, I let it go. While Manan is just a listener while enjoying his cigarettes.

"Sa..my.. tttt...know, ssss..me..I'm sorry!" Because the trembling makes Herman sound brick to talk.

"Thinking wening sakdurunge is acting!" Dullah again bullied Herman.

Herman was just downcast, embarrassed and scared, mixed together into one.

"Yes, now the sampeyan must be able to change. Poor people who hope the sampeyan here is better, but the sampeyan is not really practicing what can be here." Dullah softened.

Herman who heard that was a bit calmer. It turned out that Dullah was not as scary in his view.

Dullah suddenly patted Herman's shoulder. Instantly his body seemed to be fed with an incredible electric shock and spread throughout his body.

"Every human being has done something wrong, Kang Herman. But the best of guilty men are those who repent. I salute the bravery of this lady." Said Dullah while patting Herman on the shoulder several times.

Herman was just down. Now the fear is beginning to subside. There was precisely the overwhelming shame he felt on Ajimukti as well as Dullah.

Meanwhile, a few hundred meters from Pondok Hidayah, in Prastowo's house at the same time, Ajeng was sitting on the front porch of his house. From a distance his face was shining. Sometimes his smile seems to grow.

Sumiatun, Prastowo's wife who saw the attitude of her daughter frowned. There was curiosity about the attitude of that daughter who was silent sneaking in her heart. Sumiatun approached, and sat down next to Ajeng.

"If you don't see, you're a dude, Nduk? What's up?" Tanya Sumiatun later.

Ajeng blushed and curled his lips again.

"What the hell, Mom." Ajeng replied still with a question mark full expression.

Sumiatun no longer wants to continue the question even though his curiosity is getting bigger. But looking at Ajeng's sparkling face, Sumiatun thought there was nothing to worry about.

Prastowo is seen coming out of his chicken coop. Seeing that his son and wife were relaxing, Prastowo immediately took off his t-shirts and boots, then stepped towards them.

"Have, Sir?" Sapaa Sumiatun later.

"Already, Mom. Thank God it seems like enough." Prastowo said later.

The prodigy frowned, "Enough? Enough of what, sir? Did you get a lot of chicken cut today?" Ask later.

Prastowo smiled, then sat down. "Give me your tea first, Nduk!" Prastowo has not answered his son's question.

Ajeng did not argue and immediately stepped into taking Prastowo tea in the kitchen.

"Your son wadon why, sir?" Sumiatun asked shortly after Ajeng entered.

"Why is that why, Mom? Meaning how?" Prastowo asked astonished by the question of Sumiatun's arrival.

"Mother look, she's a little different from last night, like that's it." Sumiatun later.

"Oh, that. I also feel like there is something, Mom. But let it be. Wong seems, something we don't know makes our son happy." Prastowo said later.

Sumiatun only nodded lightly. Before long Ajeng returned to the terrace carrying a large cup of tea for Prastowo.

"Who ordered a lot of chicken, sir? Ajeng saw from the kitchen how much did you cut?" Ajeng seems still curious, because in recent years, Prastowo only cut chickens a few dozen.

"That was sent to Pondok Hidayah, Nduk!" Sahut Prastowo while sipping his tea.

Instantly Ajeng twisted his body, "That means right, sir? Now Pondok Hidayah no longer cared for Kyai Aminudin?" Tanya Ajeng was excited.

Prastowo nodded still while sipping his tea.

"Keep Habiba, how, sir? Emm, I mean the Ayheng of the Kyai Aminudin family. Where do they live now, sir?" Tanya Ajeng.

"Emmm, last night I heard from his wife. They want to go back to their house in the village next door. But father doesn't know either. Who drove Gus Faruq because, and until the father returned Gus Faruq has not returned. Maybe you'll catch a chicken, I'll ask you again." Sahut Prastowo while putting the tea cup.

"Emmm, will you be alone?" Tanya Ajeng later.

"Yes, because after seven years ago, this is the first time you want to njatah chicken again there." Prastowo said with a smile rising from his lips.

Ajeng nodded and then his smile arrived, "Emm, that means Kang Aji will stay here huh, sir?" Tanya Ashamed shy.

"If you don't know about it, Nduk. Yes, hopefully Mas Aji will continue Kang Salim's struggle in this city, like Kang Salim used to." Prastowo said with hope.

Ajeng nodded as if confirming Prastowo's words.

Meanwhile, Sumiatun looked back at his daughter's attitude. Every movement of Ajeng never separated from the catch of his eyes. Suddenly his heart felt something. Looks like she knows the reason why her daughter's attitude was different since last night. Silent, Sumiatun also developed his smile.

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