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Hasan Basri, Anggoro?

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Angenteni, dawuhe Kang Maha Mulya

The Maghrib Adhan has just been proclaimed and a Javanese shi'ir has been singing beautifully afterwards. Ajimukti narrowed his eyes. For two days here just this time he heard the praise after the Adhan. The sound of Adzan isya' just now was different from the usual. Obviously it's not Budi.

"It turns out there's a compliment, too, Mom."

"Yes, Lek. Who is it, Lek? The sound is really good. Shave the creeps."

"I think I know, Mas. If my guess is not wrong, it's him."

Ajimukti again narrowed his eyes.

"We're going to the mosque, Mas. I'll know for myself."

Ajimukti was inside the mosque. Some santri were already inside the mosque performing tahiyatal prayer. His gaze was fixed on a young man sitting cross-legged with a microphone in his hand.

"As I thought, Mom. Manan is a compliment."

"It turns out Manan has a voice this good huh, Lek."

Ajimukti stepped and took takbiratul ikram tahiyatal prayer mosque. So did Dullah.

Isya' berjama'ah prayer has been completed. Kyai Aminudin who became a priest has returned to his house. Inside the mosque there are only a few students including Imam and Khalil. The Ajimukti heard, they are senior santri every ba'da isya' there is a book study.

Ajimukti and Dullah went to leave the mosque to return to the room, because for santri like they teach only ba'da dawn and dzuhur also ba'da ashar in certain days.

Not far away they walked out of the mosque. Someone half ran after the two of them. His breathing was dull when he was near them. Ajimukti and Dullah paused for a moment.

"Why stop?"

"Why did you run, Mas Manan?" Ask Dullah then.

"It's okay, Lek Dul. I want to have a coffee in your room. Come on."

Manan precedes Ajimukti and Dullah. Ajimukti and Dullah just looked at each other and both shrugged, then walked back to their rooms.

Once in the room, Dullah immediately turned on the water heater. While Ajimukti and Manan are both sitting on mats that are not too wide.

"Cigarette first, Mas." Ajimukti took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"You're this. Just call a name. Don't wear everything."

"Sorry forgot. The habit."

Not long after, Dullah came to bring three cups of coffee that was still so hot.

"This is what I'm waiting for. Black coffee. Hot."

Dullah just smiled and sat on the mat.

"I'm honestly curious. Where did you come from?" Ask Manan later.

"Before we answer that. I want to know something about you, Manan." Dullah.

Manan frowned.

"That means know about me that's how ya, Lek Dul?"

"Look, Manan. That afternoon in the hall you said something about Prastowo."

"Oh that. About that Mr dhe Prastowo, tho?"

Dullah nodded.

"It was before Kyai Aminudin took all control of this Hidayah Cottage and changed all the rules that already existed. This Hidayah cottage belongs to an excellent Kyai. This is Kyai Salim Muthoriq. While Pak dhe Prastowo himself is a supplier of cut chicken as well as a good friend of Kyai Salim. Mr. dhe Prastowo often comes here to help anything in this cottage. Even Mr. dhe never wanted to be paid even though every week twice sent tens of kilos of cut chicken here."

Both Dullah and Ajimukti nodded as if they understood Manan's story.

"Why do I call Mr dhe Prastowo pak dhe? Like I said this afternoon. My father and Mr. dhe Prastowo and Kyai Salim were also good friends."

"Wait a minute." Dullah cut Manan's story.

"You said your father and Prastowo and Kyai Salim were good friends, right? If you can find out what your father's name is?"

"My father's name is Hasan Bakri."

"Hasan Bakri?" Dullah frowned.

"Did anyone know Manan's father's name, Lek?" Ask Dullah.

Dullah shook his head.

"I never knew the name, Mommy."

"It could be, Mas."

"Sorry Manan. Do you know since when your father and Prastowo were close?"

Manan scratched his chin scratch.

"Know me yes. Mr and Mr. dhe Prastowo is a naji teacher. Back when I was young, my father and Mr. dhe Prastowo studied njai with Sambah Zaini."

Dullah frowned again.

"How, Lek?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Sorry Manan. I've heard the name of Sambah Zaini. But as far as I know he was able to channel his knowledge. But he only had two students who used to teach him. One is Prastowo and the other is Anggoro. I've never heard of Hasan Bakri, your father."

Suddenly Manan was broken. Ajimukti and Dullaj look at each other not understanding what makes Manan laugh like that.

"Ya Anggoro is my father, Lek Dul. That was my father's name when I was young. After marrying my mother, I wanted to start a new life. Until he changed his name from the previous Anggoro to Hasan Bakri."

Dullah was stunned to hear Manan's words.

Abdul Manan suddenly approached Ajimukti and whispered. "My father was a young thug. But ssssttt don't tell anyone."

Ajimukti just smiles. It seemed like Manan was unaware of something.

Manan grabbed a coffee glass in front of him. He slowly sipped the still hot coffee.

"Can I meet your father?" Ask Dullah then.

Manan looked up at Dullah and placed his coffee glass.

"Can, Lek Dul. Usually at the end of each month you must come here, yes even if you come here only a little while after that you must go to the house of Mr. dhe Prastowo. Even if it's been there for a long time."

"Hmmm. All right, then."

"That's why I've been seeing you guys since noon. I'm sure you're not santri like the santri here like now. But honestly I'm still curious. How can Lek Dul get to know Mr dhe Prastowo?"

Dullah did not want to rush to say anything to Manan.

"I used to also spend time with Sambah Zaini. But not for long. Just a few months."

"Og so apparently. It's only fitting that Lek Dul can know the name of my father who used to."

Dullah just nodded.

"That Lek Dul knew my father too?"

"Of course you know. So I asked when I could meet your father."

Manan only nodded then re-scratched his chin.

"That's been my hunch since last noon."

Again Ajimukti and Dullah looked at each other.

"What hunch?" Ask Ajimukti who has been silent since.

"You can't really pay, can you?"

Dullah gulped.

"We really can't pay." Ajimukti tries to convince Manan.

Manan smiled mockingly. Then looked at Ajimukti and Dullah very sharply.

"Other people you may be able to fool. But not with this Abdul Manan. Just reason. Lek Dul just spoke up."

"What kind of talk?" Dullah looked nervous. Don't think he's been wrong.

"Lek Dul said that. Lek Dul has been a few months to visit Simbah Zaini?"

"Yes. Then?"

Dullah looked worried. Manan may not know that he is lying. Manan may know that Dullah never paid Zaini any salary.

"It is very unlikely that people who have been salaried by someone as pious as Sewba Zaini can not najai. Is that my assumption?"

The deg! Dullah again swallowed his saliva.

Ajimukti rubbed his own forehead.

"Very well this Manan. Until he can assume that detail." Inner Ajimukti while secretly glancing towards Manan who again sipped his coffee.

"Should Manan be in this part of my plan?" Again, the evidence.

"Ah. No no no no. Don't just." Refute his heart.

For a moment the room was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind whirling from outside swaying the dry leaves outside the room which faintly sounded breaking the silence.

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