BROMOCORAS
A Plan

The golden pattern is painted in orange, tempting view in twilight. The gentle breeze scented fragrant yellowing rice, lathering delivers a livability. Pointing the canticles behind the twilight clouds. Chanting lonely tinkles that wrap the soul. Its beauty hints at heart-wrenching pain, adorning loneliness in its beautiful wonder.

At least that's how a girl sitting there staring at the twilight. A cold breeze caressed her beautiful face. Played and the long hijab beautifully. The tares dancing around also enlivened the silence in the twilight.

The girl just silently stared at the twilight with a blank look. Every afternoon, on his return in this city, he always spent his time feeling the twilight on the hill behind the pesantren. For him it was dusk and he currently had a resemblance. Lonesome. That's what the pure white girl thought. The twilight that radiates loneliness and her self that always feels lonely. I don't know, is it because he feels lonely and dusk seems to radiate loneliness to him? Or does twilight indeed radiate the loneliness of his every presence?

Slowly the twilight began to disappear along with the sun that began to sink, leaving the darkness adorned by the sparkling stars. The girl turned her head towards the beautiful looking stars. But it seems like the girl's thoughts are other.

“Why does everything look the same?” The girl muttered. “Sepi” Add it then grunt.

"Habiba, are you daydreaming?" The voice suddenly awakened his consciousness. For a moment, he turned to the voice behind him not far from where he had been sitting alone since a moment ago.

"Oh, you're Ajeng. What's up?" As if there was nothing.

"Kok even asked what's wrong? I should have asked, what is it that you daydream yourself here. Surup surup daydreaming persambitum." Cried Ajeng from his place. "Called from earlier is not nyahut." Its effects.

Habiba just smiled. He realized the sky was starting to darken. With a little laziness he also went after Ajeng.

"Tuh, listen. Tarhim. Maghrib soon. E, even daydreaming alone here." Ajeng sounded ranting. Habiba did not reply, he only briefly smiled back with a deathly smile that was written on his father's face.

Ajeng did feel that something looked different from the late Habiba. In thinking maybe at this time Habiba is thinking about Abahya who was removed from Pondok Hidayah by Ajimukti and others. Therefore Ajeng did not want to ask what Habiba was daydreaming about at this time. He was afraid it would only offend his best friend.

Ajeng and Habiba go hand in hand to return to the pesantren. Ajeng continued to steal a glance towards Habiba who was more silent.

"About the mentang no longer pray even daydreaming you know this, Ba." Ajeng tried to find the right word, at least not to ask what Habiba daydreams at this time.

"I don't daydream, Jeng. Just enjoying the twilight." Habiba said in a flat voice.

"No daydreaming of what. Wong I just call you don't say it." Ajeng.

Again, Habiba was seen only briefly throwing a smile at Ajeng.

Upon their return in the room. Ajeng immediately reached for Mukena to prepare for the pesantren mosque. Meanwhile, Habiba, who was idle, dropped his body into the bed.

"I went to the congregation first, Ba. You don't go back to daydreaming again. Not good daydreaming surup." Ajeng's message later.

"Yes yes, Jeng." Habiba only answered in a flat voice while hugging the pillow.

Ajeng could only shake his head lightly at Habiba's attitude. He was quite able to understand his best friend, but he also remembered his father's message and Ajimukti before he left that morning.

Ajeng was heard chattering with other santriwati who will also perform Maghrib prayers congregate to the pesantren mosque. Habiba was still in his position. He is now seen reaching into his pocket, removing the bross that he never forgot to bring.

Habiba looked at the bross. There was happiness that he always felt every time he looked at the cross. There was a figure that made him feel a longing that emanated from behind the small object.

The voice of Adhan Maghrib has finished. Habiba got up from the fall, then put the bross back in his pocket. He stood up and stepped up, then sat in a plastic chair facing the window. Behind the window is a large land that is commonly used by santriwati to dry their clothes.

In front of him, the sky stretched out without limits. Spacious, dark, black, and thick. But everything still looks beautiful, looks neatly arranged from billions of shining stars. Be seen glowing with every flicker of a different shape. Like a human hope and dream like a leading one. Everyone is smiling, proud, happy to see it.

From where he was he could only look, so felt the power of the Creator. Seemed biased moonlight, through the leaves to the grass that also felt the solemnity of the night. The whirring of the wind, the sound of birds, and small animal animals like okrestra melodic soul conditioning, the antidote of every tired that exists. A little fresh thought and taste, dance freely with lights that illuminate the corner of the terrace. The cloud that still shows its shape.

Sepi, not back and forth that passed. Devotional, muhajadah at the right time. Dreams, when tomorrow happens. Hope, beautiful in front of the eyes. Voice, not alone through all. Wind, sweeping cold to flavorings. Sky, living witness to the journey of man. Thank goodness for enjoying the world and the universe.

Habiba rests both hands on the window, propping up his chin with a view that has not been separated from the dark and dense expanse but feels beautiful to see. A smile without excuse just flashed through his mind. A smile that even though it had passed, but was still so clear in his memory. A smile that is always able to confirm it in longing. A smile that was able to maintain the consistency of his heart until it was as strong as it was today. A smile that he will enjoy again, renewing the smile that now firmly sticks in his memory.

Habiba is still in his position. The whining sound of night insects is now connected with the faint voice of teaching the santri. His voice carried by the wind almost sounded like a swarm of buzzing bees. It was so soothing to anyone who heard it.

Cigarette smoke that rises high is seen around the light bias of the lamp, giving a deep impression when viewed from a distance. The glare of the sharp gaze was only as fierce as it seemed when they accidentally moved their heads to show their faces.

One of the slightly obese men with a posture not too high sat in front of one of the men, because of his sitting position, making his stomach slightly bulging. While the man in front of him in a black leather jacket and artist hat occasionally looks mangosteen mangosteen and smiles grinning between his mustache and thick bewok. Behind him stood another man with a large body and looks muscular, his face was fierce to give a creepy impression to anyone who saw it.

"So what can I help you with?" The man in the leather jacket was enthusiastic.

The fat man immediately turned off his cigarette and slightly straightened his sitting position.

"It seems without me having to explain it, you can guess why I called you here." Said the fat man with a smile mocking him.

The man in the leather jacket laughed, then puffed his chest increasingly showing his might.

"Who should I fix it?" Ask later.

"It...!" The fat man thrust a photograph at the man in front of him.

The man in the leather jacket grabbed the photo and watched closely. His smile returned to grin and put the photo in his jacket pocket.

"Just take care of the snot boy. What's difficult?" Mocking speech.

"Make sure there are no mistakes!" The fat man told me.

"Just calm down, boss. My men alone are enough to teach him a lesson." The man in the leather jacket sounded arrogant.

"Whatever! The most important thing is everything is done." The fat man sounded indifferent.

"Just calm down, boss. The boss is waiting for good news from me. Origin of payment fits everything in order." The man in the leather jacket whispered a little.

"This is the face money. The rest after all the business is done." Said the fat man while thrusting a brown envelope onto the table.

The man in the leather jacket immediately grabbed the envelope, opened it and counted it.

"Hows it? Enough?" Asked the fat man slightly glanced towards the man in a leather jacket.

"Just know this boss. This is enough as a down payment. I'll make sure everything's in order in the near future, so I can take the rest." Finished talking like that, the man in the leather jacket then laughed.

"And make sure! You didn't mention my name! You can, right?" The fat man's message later.

The man in the leather jacket was still laughing, "Boss, take it easy! I'm not a kid yesterday afternoon who just jumped into this kind of business. I'll make sure I can keep and keep the boss' secret. Wouldn't me and my men mention the Boss' name." Said later.

The fat man only nodded lightly, then again grabbed his cigarette. After talking for a moment the man in the leather jacket then stood up and parted from the place.

"Alright, Boss. Because everything's sorted out. Excuse me first. And soon I'll report the results." Say the man in the leather jacket then.

"I hope soon I'll get the news." The fat man stood up.

"Tomorrow I'll start moving and have my men take care of it, boss." The man in the leather jacket was full of confidence.

The fat man just nodded. Before long the man in a leather jacket and his bodyguard moved from the house. The fat man just stood there watching the man in a leather jacket get into the car and pass from his yard. Instantly his smile grinned as if he had just won something huge.

Seriate...