BROMOCORAS
Don't Call, Ning!

Habiba immediately turned his head and turned his body, as soon as he knew who greeted him and was so surprised, he sighed and then sounded grumbling.

"Right! You're just surprised!" He looked annoyed.

Manan rolled his eyeballs, then drew closer to Habiba, "You were the one who surprised. I think who was. Don't know you." Manan crossed his arms around his chest, "You haven't answered my question?" Reminded.

Habiba now sighed, "Here you go, I'll just go back." He said while trying to move his feet.

"You haven't answered my question. And again why the hunt?" Manan's reply intimidated.

"It's okay." Reply Habiba flat. "I answered, right? I can leave, right?" Its effects.

Manan laughed lightly, "That's not the answer, Ning!"

"Do not call me 'Ning'! I'm no longer Kyai's daughter!" He said a little annoyed with a sharp look.

Manan took off the cross of his hand and his right hand was seen scratching his own forehead. "I'm surprised. Kyai is not a profession. So I thought there was no retirement term for a Kyai right, Ning Biba?"

Habiba glared, "You're insinuating me?" Quickly follow.

"No no no no. I said what I should just say." Manan said he did not mean to offend Habiba.

Habiba snorted, "You were there that afternoon too. And you know for yourself, don't you, Nan?" Habiba reminds me of Manan.

Manan nodded, "Of course I remember."

"Goodoo. So don't call me with a call, 'Ning' again. OK!" Habiba said firmly.

Manan raised both his hands up, "For me Kyai is still Kyai. I would not consider Kyai Aminudin no longer Kyai. There is no such concept than I have ever learned. But I do not deny all his mistakes. But isn't Kyai also a human who can make mistakes? Let alone Kyai, not even a Prophet escaped error, right?" Manan this time spoke quite firmly.

Habiba. He did not expect Manan to speak like that.

As Habiba smiled, "Kyai is not just a title, Nan. A Kyai should be a role model. But the truth is, Abahku, ah...?" Habiba is complaining.

Manan smiled, "The reality is that Abahmu is still as durable as menungso, menus menus menus grill duso!"

"You trying to cheer me up?" Habiba rolled his eyeballs.

"Let's see, am I considered to be entertaining or what. Surely you're still 'Ning'..."

"Habiba...! Don't call 'Ning' anymore! I appreciate your perception, Nan. But for that one, appreciate me too." Habiba cuts Manan's speech.

Manan slightly raised his shoulders, and no longer wanted to argue.

"Yes, Nan. I'll go first!" Habiba then said.

"Why not just go in?" Manan again tried to repeat his initial question.

"Neither, Nan." Habiba's voice sounded heavy.

"Why?" Manan is still pursuing Habiba's explanation.

"It's okay." Sahut Habiba flat.

"Tid what's not an answer." Manan seemed to force Habiba to give him an explanation.

"For me it was enough to answer, Nan. So I don't have to look for any more answers." Habiba tried to stick with that answer.

Manan laughed lightly, "That means the same thing when we are asked why we should pray five times? Why should we fast? Then we just answer it's okay."

Inevitably, Habiba also laughed when he heard Manan's words.

"So can you give an answer that is not just the word 'not what'?" Manan stopped his laughter and again forced Habiba to give another answer.

Habiba returned with his facial expression. For a moment he breathed.

"You don't know how I feel, Nan? If you knew maybe you wouldn't have urged me to give you another answer." Habiba lirih.

Manan twisted his body, now he turned his back to Habiba, "Then it's human. And lucky are those who still have shame. But we can't keep hiding behind shame. There is a reality we must face. Taking part is not recommended in the face of everything."

Habiba gulps. As if Manan knew what he was feeling. Without having to answer Manan's question, Manan actually already knows what the answer is.

"But it's hard, Nan. It's not as easy as we think when we're really on a collision course with that reality." Habiba.

"Then? You're gonna keep hiding behind that shame?" Tanya Manan asked for an explanation.

Manan nodded lightly, "But you should be able to tell the difference between surrender and surrender!"

Habiba looked up, glimpsing at the back of Manan who was still behind him.

For a moment they were equally silent. Be aware that Habiba is no longer sounding. Manan turned back his body and now he saw Habiba just leaning his back on the wall of the gate of the boarding school mosque. Habiba's eyes were blank, I don't know what he's thinking now.

"Go if you don't want to go inside!" Manan then said. This time he no longer forced Habiba to enter.

Habiba straightened his body. Breezy wind that hit her, making half her face covered with a pink hijab that she was wearing.

"I send my regards to Kang Aji. Emmm, I mean Gus Aufa." Habiba said before leaving the place.

Manan smiled, "I won't deliver that greeting. But if you want to meet Ajik. I'll take him to see you." Manan then said.

Habiba did not answer. Just a glance at his lips seemed to smile pias, then really stepped his feet leaving Manan himself in that place.

For a moment Manan stared at Habiba who was getting away from him. The girl's steps looked lethargic, Manan very much understood how much weight Habiba had to bear at this time.

Manan immediately stepped out of the gate of the pesantren mosque to go back inside with the others.

Meanwhile on the show. Ali, it seems that it will end the Wali santri meeting today. Once again he expressed his gratitude as a representative of the pesantren to all present today.

Ajimukti himself has come off the stage since. He is currently sitting next to Nyai Kartika.

From the shady face of Nyai Kartika clearly seen his pride in the achievements and efforts of Ajimukti. As a mother, there is nothing happiest but to see her child achieve her success.

Not long ago all who attended one by one had left Pondok Hidayah after the meeting of Wali santri today was really closed by Ali as a representative of the pesantren.

After all the santri guardians who were present had completely left the pesantren, Ajimukti immediately invited Nyai Kartika into the pesantren ndalem to rest.

Yes, after Faruq made sure that Kyai Aminudin no longer wanted to live there. Some khodam ndalem immediately clean the ndalem for Ajimukti stay. However, the house was built by Kyai Idris Muthoriq, his grandfather, before finally being occupied by Zaini and returned to Salim, his father.

After taking Nyai Kartika to ndalem. Ajimukti is back in front. There some students seem busy cleaning up the rest of the event. Ajimukti approached Sobri who was busy talking to Manan.

"Well, you're already acquainted." Sapa Ajimukti was so close to the two of them.

"Yes, Gus. Father and Mr. Dhe Anggoro introduced us. Alhamdulillah, Gus. Add an outstrip." Sahut Sobri looks happy.

"And after you know him, Jik. It turns out that Kang Sobri is not much different from you. His insights are broad. Salute me, Jik." Manan praised Sobri. Sobri looked blushed.

"Ah, Kang Manan could have. Kang Manan was also insightful. I salute Kang Manan's insight." Sobri was no less praised Manan.

Ajimukti just smiled seeing this warmth. Then he came back as if remembering something.

"Oh, yes, Kang. Have you met his son Mr Lek Prastowo?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Hearing that, Manan immediately gulped.

"Yet, Gus. Which one is it?" Ask Sobri curious.

Ajimukti looks around. But Ajeng's figure was not caught as far as his eyes could see.

"Emmm, maybe already home if not yes again to ndalem, Kang. Bu Lek Sum is still in Ndalem nemenin Sibu. Maybe I'll introduce you later. Or if not later let Lek Dul just know." Say Ajimukti later.

Sobri only nodded lightly, while Manan, once again seemed to gulp his silent saliva.

"Oh, yes, Kang Sobri. By the way thank you." Say Ajimukti later.

Sobri frowned, "For what, Gus?" Ask Sobri to astonishment.

Ajimukti smiled then patted Sobri on the shoulder, "Have brought me my car. So I can go back and forth to Jogja." Say Ajimukti later.

Sobri laughed, "That was Nyai's proposal, Gus. Bu Nyai thought about how to do it here if you want to go out. And again since the change of the car, just a few times njengan use."

Manan at a glance saw a silver car parked in the courtyard of the pesantren mosque. BMW i8 Coupe, obviously it is not just a car with a price of millions more, but billions.

Silently, Manan shook his head. Not only Manan, even everyone who sees Ajimukti certainly will not believe that the luxury car is his if seen from the appearance and appearance of his daily carrier.

Silent Manan admires Ajimukti's humility and simplicity. When the rich race to show their wealth. When ordinary people are in the style of rich snobs for the sake of prestige alone. Ajimukti is just the opposite.

At that moment, Manan recalled his meeting with Habiba earlier. He doubted whether to tell Ajimukti or not. For a moment Manan sighed deeply among the worries that controlled his thoughts and feelings.

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