KK
8. GLIMMER HOPE.

I wanted to laugh, I served Randi questions like a teacher answering his student's questions. Randi could not imagine what it would be like to sleep in a mosque. He also could not imagine, he struggled to clean the mosque. All this time Randi is the only child of his mother's favorite. He's not a spoiled kid actually. But to get involved in the housework, Randi is not very diligent. His mother also never forced Randi to get involved in homework. Besides because there's my mom and I. Also because Randi is required to spend more time to learn.

"Cape dong, Wil. Our time is mopping from the end there to the end here. Not yet on the second floor. Ouch Wil. Can't take me." Randi was banging himself.

"Ah you. It's nothing cape said."

"Yes it must be cape Wil."

"Yes already, now pray asar first yuk." Adzan. We rushed to ablution and entered the shaf. Ready to perform asar prayers.

Finished the asar prayer, as planned, me and Randi looking for the father of the marbot. It just so happened that the father of the marbot was sitting, still in the area near where the male ablution was.

"I'm sorry, sir. Can we just interrupt for a second, sir?" Mr. marbot was a little surprised.

"Yes, Son. What's up?"

"This, Sir. We want to ask, we can not sleep in this mosque. Just last night." I then told him at a glance, that me and Randi were looking for brothers in the area around this. "Worrying about the night, sir. We plan to stay overnight in this mosque. Can I?" I repeated my question. Mr. Marbot was still silent, confused.

"Tomorrow morning after dawn prayer, God willing we will help you mop this mosque." Randi nudged my hand. He's not so sure yet. Mr. Marbot thought for a moment, then,

"It is better to ask this mosque only DKM yes, son. You dare not decide."

"Let's go, you meet this DKM mosque." We followed Mr. Marbot, to a room that was still in the area around the mosque. The room was a bit separate from the mosque building, we had to take the stairs a little to get to the door of the room. Mr. Marbot knocked on the door, and said his greetings. Shortly after, the door opened. Someone came out the door. He was young, like a student. Mr. marbot then introduced us.

"This, Nak Ahmad. These two kids want to ask you something."

"Oh, yes, please, come on in." We entered, the man called Ahmad by the father of the marbot, allowing us to sit down. Mr. marbot left us.

"Let's not hesitate, call me Kang Ahmad. What's up, son, what's up?"

I didn't delay the time, I asked Kang Ahmad the same question. Like my question to Mr. Marbot. Kang Ahmad nodded. Take it seriously.

"You're just the two of you, that's great, this brave boy of yours." We are ashamed to be praised. Kang Ahmad could please us.

"According to me, if indeed you want to spend the night, just here. In this room sleeps."

"But the potluck, his sleep on the carpet. There's no bed here. It's okay, right?" I almost cheered. It's really nice to feel. Money to pay for accommodation, can be used for other purposes. Randi looks happy too.

"If tomorrow after dawn prayer, you want to help clean the mosque please. But the intention is not to pay for staying here huh. His intention was solely because of Allah, to keep the mosque clean." We nodded. Trying to understand what Kang Ahmad explained.

"Now we say yes, Kang. We'll try to find the address first. Before the magrib we tried to be here again." Kang Ahmad nodded. Thumbs up, gives us spirit.

There are about 2.5 hours to get around. Trying to find an address. Randi and I walked down the road that Kang Ahmad showed. We showed Kang Ahmad a second KK address.

Not long ago it turned out. In less than ten minutes, we had arrived at the Geger Kalong area.

"Well, Wil. We ask who?

"Who is it?" Me, Randi looking around.

"Excuse me, Brother. You want to ask, maybe you know this address?" I showed you the address in KK.

"Oh sorry, Brother. I know less. I'm also just boarding here."

"Oh Yes, Brother. Thanks."

We're back walking. While looking around, there might be the right person we could ask.

"To that rice stall, Wil." Back our choice, rice stalls. There are quite a lot of rice stalls here. Probably because of the area near the campus.

This time it was Randi who asked, to the shop mother.

"Straight forward a little, then turn left. Then about 500 meters, ask again." The shop mother gave a hint. We walked following the directions of the shop mother. Straight, turn left. Approximately 500 meters there is a small shop, selling hodgepodge. We stopped in front of the shop.

"Ujang want to buy a hodgepodge?" Warung mother offers.

"Let's sit down. How much do you want to make, pedes or hinges?" Randi nudged my arm. He hit his stomach. I see, Randi is hungry.

"Yes, Mom. Pesen two yes. Don't pee. Put some rice on, Mom. Eaten here." Randi smile. Kamisun.

"Please as dinner." Randi thumbs up. Agree that this is our dinner menu. Mata Randi gave the code. I understand, get ready to ask questions.

"I'm sorry, maybe you know the name on this KK and the address?" The shop mother stopped the movement of her hand that was making hodgepodge. He then looked at the KK sheet I showed him. His eyes until narrowed, reading the letters in KK are rather small.

"This KK has an ujang?" I'm nodding.

"Have my mother, Mom."

"Oh. It's been a while."

"Yes pretty good, Mom. A few years ago.

"Attent. Mother somewhat forgot. Mr. Muji Setiyo yes. Her mother what was her name, Jang?"

"Mother Aisyah."

"Aisha. Aisha." The mother looks up. Frown. Trying to remember.

"Yes, Yes. I remember." My heart so thumped, waiting for the next sentence of the shop mother.

"Ayesha the good pisan is yes. Bageur neng Aisyah mah, sholeh pisan." Randi looked at me, smiling a little. Maybe Randi feels funny to hear the dialect of a typical local warung mother here. I nodded, trying to understand the meaning of the stall mother's words.

"Eh mom forgot to sniff. Just a moment, Jang. The hodgepodge was made first." The mother continued her work. I, Randi, am so curious actually, but still patiently waiting.

"Let's eat first. It's his drink." Hodgepodge, complete with crackers. Also a plate of rice, was ready in front of us. We were told to eat first. Said the stall mother, chatting later forwarded after eating.