BROMOCORAS
Wejangan Nyai Sarah

That afternoon the weather was quite good, the breeze was blowing wiggling some leaves on the twigs of tree branches. Highlights of the sun from the west end were seen sneaking between the leaves and lick the expanse of grass that thrives in the yard of a house. In the yard also grew some flowers seemed to be deliberately planted and cared for by the homeowner.

The house looks lonely when viewed from the front highway. Right leading to the main door of the house stretches a path made only with neatly arranged rocks, from the edge of the road to exactly on the terrace of the house. On the right left of the road was lined with a fence made of bamboo, the fence separated the road with the ground of the yard.

Godril was only still looking at the house from his Vespa motorbike which he stopped by the road near the bamboo fence of the house. Feeling that there was no one in the house, Godril dispelled his intention to stop by for a moment to the house.

Right at that moment, a middle-aged woman who had been observing Godril's movements was approaching towards him. Seeing Godril's appearance, the woman was a little suspicious.

"What's up, Mom?" Asked the woman with an enthusiastic and suspicious look. The woman continued to stare at Godril from the tip of her foot to the tip of her head.

"Sorry, Mom. Is the owner of this house not in the house?" Ask Godril later.

The woman frowned. For now he was still slightly suspicious of Godril.

"Do you know the owner of this house?" Asked the woman in a suspicious tone.

"I'm Bu Gitun's son." Godril said later.

The woman looked shocked. It was evident from the expression on his face and the way he looked at Godril.

"Loh, as far as I know Bu Gitun's only one child and still in school, Mas." Said the woman later.

Godril smiled, slightly inhaling before finally explaining, "I am the son of Bu Gitun's former husband, Mom." Said later.

The woman again looked surprised and nodded her head. "Oh, that's how it looks."

"Sorry, is this mom new here? You see, the neighbors here are flatly familiar to me." Godril said later.

"Yes, Mas. I've only been here a few weeks. So don't know if Ms. Gitun has any children other than those who live here." The middle-aged woman.

Once again Godril only smiled.

"Oh, yes, Mom. My name is Ari. Ordinary people call Godril. I've rarely been here since my birth father died, Mom." Godril finally introduced herself to the middle-aged woman.

"I'm Miss Sarah, Mas. I'm contracted in that house." Said the middle-aged woman while pointing at a house right next to the house belonging to Godril's parents.

"Don't go in first, Mom. The reason is usually Bu Gitun with her husband if it comes home late, Mas." Said the middle-aged woman named Sarah later.

"Not only, Mom. I have to go back to Jogja. I happened to be here just because there was a need for his intention to stop by. Yeah, maybe another time, ma'am." Godril said later.

"Walah, far away from the cooking Jogja do not meet, Mas. Isn't that dear?" Sarah's words later.

Godril simply smiled, "It just so happens that I also go to this city often, Mom. So it could be another time."

Sarah now only smiled, she was no longer as suspicious of Godril as she was at first. Especially after talking for a while, it turned out that Godril was not like his appearance. Speak the language politely.

"Or maybe there's a message, let me tell you later, Mas?" Sarah offered.

"Not only, Mom. I even told you not to tell my mom that I stopped by, Mom." Godril said later.

Sarah looked to be frowning. "Well, why, Mas?" Sarah is suspicious of Godril.

Godril realized that, then he smiled, "I actually want to surprise my mother, Mom. So maybe tomorrow I'll come back tomorrow if maybe he's home." Godril said reasoned that Sarah did not think like he did.

"Oh, so that's how it is, Mas. Surprise story?" Sarah laughed lightly.

Godril only then smiled. Not long after that he said goodbye and re-started his Vespanya engine and passed from the side of the road in front of the house. Sarah returns to her home and is now seen grabbing a broomstick to sweep the leaves strewn across her yard.

"Who, Mi?" Ask a man from his house.

"That, Bah. Bu Gitun's son from her former husband." Sarah said to the man who looked like her husband.

"Oh, who does Abah think." Said the man later.

Sarah no longer replied, she only then began to sweep the dry leaves that fell scattered in her yard. That's how he's been doing every afternoon since he signed the house a few weeks ago.

While it was far away in Pacitan, in one of the boarding houses, two girls were walking down the hallway. Sometimes they are heard talking, sometimes their laughter is heard between their conversations. They are Ajeng and Habiba.

"You really don't want to call home, Jeng?" Ask Habiba at this time.

"No, Ba. At this hour, you and I must be busy in the chicken coop." Sahut Ajeng's.

"Then." Habiba looks a little raised on his shoulders.

Shortly after asking for permission and talking to the manager there, Habiba went into the phone room. Ajeng was just waiting outside the room.

For a moment Habiba fell silent as he looked at the piece of paper in his hand. In the paper there is an Ajimukti number that he asked from the manager who had lived the number by Ajimukti. Habiba is currently in doubt as to whether he should contact Ajimukti or not.

Habiba is seen pressing the number listed on the paper, before long he deleted it again. He undoes his intention to contact Ajimukti at this time despite the curiosity since the moment where he got the news that Ajimukti had wanted to meet him, still not lost his mind.

Now that Habiba has dialed the number again, he is now trying to contact his brother, Kyai Aminudin. Before long, a voice came from across the phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bah..." Habiba said as soon as his call was raised.

"Wa'alaikum... What's up, Nduk?" Ask someone from across the street after answering Habiba's greeting. The male voice, and that is Kyai Aminudin.

"It's nothing, Bah. Umi where, Bah?" Ask Habiba later.

"Your mother again wiped that background. Want to talk to Ummu?" Kyai Aminudin asked shortly afterwards.

"Just a second, Bah. It's nothing." Sahut Habiba later.

"Abah call me then." Kyai Aminudin said from across the street.

A few days later, Abah and Uminya were heard talking from across the street.

"Opo's Ennek, Nduk?" Ask a woman's voice. And that is Nyai Sarah, Habiba's mother.

"What's wrong, Mi. How's Umi doing?" Ask Habiba later.

"Umi should have asked that, Nduk. You're okay there?" Nyai Sarah's question flips up her son's question.

"Alhamdulillah, Mi. Habiba is fine." Habiba Sahut.

"You're good in there. Don't think of neko neko." His Message Sarah to Habiba.

"Yes, Mi." Habiba's voice now sounded heavy. Nyai Sarah realized that even though she did not look at her son's face.

"Why, Nduk? How do you answer abot ngono? Is there a sing mbok think?" Ask Him Sarah without saying anything.

Habiba breathed. The sound of his breathing was heard as far as the other side.

"It's nothing, Mi. Habiba was not thinking what. Umi just calm down." Habiba tries to convince his umi.

Nyai Sarah quite memorized how Habiba. Although Habiba did not say it, but from the way he spoke it was clear that there was something his daughter was thinking about.

"Are you still thinking of that boy, Nduk?" Nyai Sarah asked frankly.

"I mean Umi?" Habiba seemed to reject Uminya's guess.

"Sir Aji, Nduk. Are you still thinking about him?" Ask Nyai Sarah with now increasingly clarified.

Habiba again sighed heavily, and again*******it was clearly heard by Nyai Sarah.

"No, Mi. For what Habiba thinks about it. Habiba is conscious, Mi. Who is he who is Habiba." Although answering like that, but Habiba's voice sounded very heavy, like someone was trying to hold him strong.

"You're not being dishonest with Umm you're tho, Nduk?" Ask Nyai Sarah who does not just believe what Habiba said to her.

Habiba. He only breathed her many times. Now in the room, his gaze seemed to be starting to empty. From his face was a deep sadness.

"Nduk, Cah ayu. Want like whatever the conditions, want to be as far as the distance, if indeed a mate sure to meet. You do not need to be confused as to what your soul mate will be. Either he or the others. God willing your soul mate will not be far from your current nature, Nduk. Trust me, Umi." Nyai Sarah advised Habiba who for a moment was silent.

"Many istighfar. Calm your heart first. Once your heart is calm, ask God's guidance, Nduk. And whoever he is God finally shows you. Umi will definitely bless it." Nyai Sarah continues her journey.

"Yes, Mi. Thank ye. Habiba will remember Umi's message." Babiba said with a heavy voice.

Shortly after that, Habiba ended his call and immediately went out to meet Ajeng who was still waiting for him outside the room. Seeing the change in facial expression of Habiba who was not as happy as before, Ajeng was a little curious.

"What's up, Ba?" Tanya Ajeng later.

Habiba just shook his head lightly.

Ajeng did not force Habiba to tell stories, he only then embraced Habiba's shoulders. Whether anything that makes Habiba's face shrouded in sadness at this time, Ajeng only hopes that a little touch of his is able to calm the heart of his best friend.

Seriate...