BROMOCORAS
Life Problems

"Why should you feel unworthy, Kang Khalil?"

Khalil and the Imam just kept their heads down. They occasionally sounded heavy sighs.

"I'm sure, Kang. If the njenengan both really mean in preaching, there, in his current place, he, Sewba Kyai Abu Bakar would be very proud to have a wayah like njenengan both." Ajimukti advised the two brothers.

"After witnessing how the njenengan trying to continue the noble ideals of Kyai Salim. I personally have since been intrigued and intend to really realize the ideals of my father, Gus." Sahut Imam sounded sincere with his words.

"That's me, Gus. I am the same as the Imam. Whether or not it materializes, but I also want to make up for your disappointment in grandfather, Gus." Imbuh Khalil is no less serious.

Ajimukti smile. "I'm still fighting, Kang. We can fight together." Said later.

Hearing Ajimukti's sincere words, it felt like there was a rustling in the hearts of the two brothers. There was a feeling of wanting to cry in that instant. How not, Ajimukti who initially always insulted and demeaned, now actually became someone who first regenerated their spirit.

"Gus, thank you in advance." Khalil lirih.

Ajimukti again curled his lips. "The same, Kang."

"Nyuwun pangestunipun njengan, Gus. May our intentions be fulfilled by your Gusti." Khalil continued later.

"Man Jadda wajada, who really means it, will succeed. Man Shobaro zhafiro, who is patient, will be lucky. Man Yazro' yahshud, whoever plants, will reap. Those are the three life mantras that should be our motivator in doing the effort for all your desires, Kang." Ajimukti said again citing three life spells that once made Sobri curious at that time.

Khalil and Imam alike nodded their heads lightly. "Thank you again, Gus." Then the Imam said.

"Yes, Gus. Excuse me, go to Gus Faruq's place first." Khalil ended his conversation with Ajimukti. Ajimukti then nodded in agreement and allowed the two of them to immediately go to Faruq's place.

Meanwhile, in a park on the outskirts of the city that is not too crowded. A tall, straight man was walking towards a young man sitting on one of the benches in the park. The young man with the mohawk hairdo in the blonde paint was also the peirching ear, then stood up as soon as he saw a man he was so familiar with, walking towards him.

"Have you been?" Ask the man to the young man.

"Never, Lek. Lek Suko isn't there a rush today?" The young man asked the man who turned out to be Suko, the Baron's man.

"There's a job for Mr. Lek's boss, but it's just a small matter. Can Mr. Lek handle it later." Follow the young man who also sat on the park bench again.

"What exactly are you up to asking Mr. Lek for help, Le?" Suko asked the young man later.

"Look, Lek. I was asked by someone to find this guy's address." The young man showed me a picture.

Suko took the photo. "What business is it?" Ask later.

"If I don't know about it, Lek. My friend just wants to know his current address. About whether there was a need or a problem he didn't tell me." Answer the young man.

"I've also asked for help from children on the road. Spread some people out too." Another imbibing.

"alright. Mr. Lek help me later." Said Suko as she put the photo into her jacket pocket.

"Then, Lek. That'sthat's all. I'll be back this afternoon." Said the young man later.

"Wait!" Suko held the young man.

The young man frowned, "What's up, Lek?" Ask later.

Suko sighed, "Ari, don't you intend to stop by your mother's house? Just visiting it." Said later.

The young man named Ari rubbed his face. "Maybe another time, Lek." Sahut's short.

"Why wait another time, Le? Put you here. Come around! Lookyour mother. He must have missed you too." Said Suko trying to convince the young man named Ari.

Ari just smiled wryly.

"Are you still unable to accept your mother's marriage to her current husband? Hasn't it been decades, Le. And Mr. Lek saw that your stepfather was your mother's responsibility." Suko reassures Ari. Again Ari just smiled wryly.

"Sorry, Lek. I don't want to talk about that first." Ari said as he stood up from his seat.

"Dad! Your father is calm there. Mr. Lek is your father's younger brother, and already considers your mother, Mr. Lek's own brother, but Mr. Lek legowo when your mother decides to remarry." Suko still tries to convince Ari.

"Your aunt needs a sharing companion for the rest of her life, Le. Understand!" Suko did not seem to give up.

"Huh, come on, Lek. I'm the laziest when I've talked about this every time." Ari seems less than happy to talk about it.

"Didn't you love your mother, Le, Ri?" Ask Suko later.

"Did you love me too, Lek?" Ari turned the question around.

Suko smiled, "If your mother does not love your father. Not going to be your mother when it comes to Mr. Lek and ask for the blessing of Mr. Lek, your only father's family, Le." Said Suko later.

"You're thinking too good, Le. One day you will get married. You'll have your own life. Your responsibilities will go to your wife and children. At that moment did you see your own mother? When you have to share time, he will only wait for your free time between your time for your child and wife later." Suko again uttered her words hoping Ari understood all and entered her heart.

Ari did not say, it only then happened without saying goodbye to Suko. Suko could only shake her head at the stubbornness of her nephew.

"Look at Kang Dasman. Your son, as stubborn as you used to be." Suko muttered between her smiles, then got up from her seat and left the park bench.

While Ari continues to walk towards the old Vespa motorbike which is parked outside the park. Before long Ari was seen reaching into a cell phone and seemed to be trying to make a call to someone. Because soon Ari heard saying hello to someone across the street.

"The Godril, how is it? Has Kang Godril heard anything about Kyai Aminudin's address?" Ask someone across the phone.

"Sorry, Kang Sobri. For now, not yet. But I just asked for help from my uncle who lives in Malang. It just so happened that my uncle had a lot of people and relationships. It might speed up our search even more." Godril explained to his interlocutor across from who was none other than Sobri.

"Alright then, Kang Godril. I, also Gus Aufa wait for news from Kang Godril. Thank you and sorry for troubling you, Kang." Sobri said again from across.

"The same, Kang Sobri. And I never felt bothered in the slightest. I am happy to be able to help Gus Aufa even though it is not yet successful, but I will continue to try to help Guse." Said Ari aka Godril then.

Shortly, Godril turned off his call and immediately after putting his phone in his jacket pocket, he turned on his Vespa motorbike and passed from the suburban park.

Meanwhile, at the place where Sobri is currently, in Pondok Hidayah. Ajimukti had just entered the direction of ndalem when he saw Sobri had just received a phone call.

"Who, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"That, Gus. Kang Godril." Sobri Sahut.

"Oh, Kang Godril? Is there any news, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti again.

"For now not yet, Gus. But Kang Godril said, he just asked his uncle for help. Kang Godril said, this uncle has many people and relationships. So hopefully it can make the search easier, Gus." Sobri replied as Godril had told him on the phone earlier.

Ajimukti just nodded.

"Why did you just come back, Gus? Did you talk to Gus Faruq?" Tanya Sobri realized Ajimukti long enough to return to ndalem after finishing his study this afternoon.

"Yes, Kang. Talk first. But not Gus Faruq. But same Kang Khalil is Kang Imam." Sahut Ajimukti while lighting his cigarette.

"Kang Khalil and Kang Imam? Santri's in Gus Faruq's class, Gus?" Ask Sobri to make sure.

"Yes, Kang. They used to be my seniors when I pura nyantri in the beginning I came here first." Say Ajimukti later.

"Oh, what are they you telling me, Gus. Which senior trio is it?" Sobri once again made sure.

"Yes, Kang. They were both Budi's friends who left the pesantren without saying goodbye." Ajimukti.

Sobri only then nodded in understanding.

"But in fact they are the grandchildren of a famous Ulama Alim, Kang." Ajimukti.

Sobri turned towards Ajimukti. Now he was a little curious about the genealogy of Khalil and the Imam.

"Who's your great old man, Gus?" Ask later.

"Kyai Abu Bakr Waste, Kang." Answer the short Ajimukti.

"Almaghfurlah Sumpah Kyai Abu Bakr means njenengan, Gus?" Ask Sobri to make sure.

"Yes, Kang."

Sobri nodded in understanding.

"That means they're Kyai Ubaidillah's nephew, Gus?" Ask later.

Ajimukti just nodded his ass.

"I've been to one event several times with Kyai Ubaidillah, Gus. He is a young Kyai who I think belongs to the category of Kyai waro', he is no longer focused on worldliness, as he has left it. And in this day and age, it is very rare for Kyai to be like him, Gus."

Ajimukti nodded, "Yes, Kang. As far as I know too, indeed Kyai Ubaidillah inherited the nature of Simbu Kyai Abu Bakar during his sugeng he."

"I hope that Kang Khalil and Kang Imam after this can learn a lot from his uncle, so that they can later become preachers and broadcasters like Simbah Kyai Abu Bakr wulang wurukan, Kang." Next later.

"Amalein, Gus. I hope so."

Seriate...