OUR EARTH
CHAPTER 21 "Semester Holiday"

The end of the semester break has come. The five of us planned to go on vacation to my house. My friends said they wanted to visit my house. About my home info is in Cikakak Village, Wangon sub-district, Banyumas Regency, Central Java. Village tourist area Masjid Saka Tunggal. Many people may not know about this trip.

The five of us left Purwokerto in Frank's car. Yes very Alhamdulillah, my friend wanted to lend him his car to carry us on vacation.

Budi and I are waiting for the invitation to come. If we'd waited half an hour for an invitation from Frank. The impatient Budi continued to look at the highway instead of Frank's car passing by.

"Wood is a wanderlust why (Bud don't wander around napa)?" scold him.

"I'm in a car with a drink, say hello to Frank kebablasen (i'm looking at a car passing by, who knows Frank was missed)," he replied as he continued to wander.

"Well yes ora, mbok wis di wa ya ra will go to liwat (that's right, it's been in wa ya won't be missed)," said I.

Frank's car came and stopped next to us. Car glass unloaded by Frank.

"Hayu mlebu (in) Lam Bud," he said.

"Suwe ne (forever) Frank," complained Budi.

"Deleng jero ana sapa (see who's inside)," he said again.

"Clara Sinta??" I was surprised to find someone I knew.

"Hehe yes Alam melu (follow) the holiday yes," said the Sinta with a small laugh. While the Clara waved her hand while grinning.

It turns out that the one in Frank's car is Clara and Sinta. The old Frank for picking them up used to be new to the boarding house to pick us up.

Me and Budi put our things in the trunk of the car. After that we both went inside. Frank then told Rohim sir the driver of his car to leave. The car drove towards my house. We depart from Purwokerto at 07.00 WIB and will arrive at my place at around 08.00 WIB. Yes the distance of Purwokerto with my village is only about one hour.

During the trip we all talked and joked. It did not feel we had reached Ajibarang where Budi came from. Our car turned out to pass Budi's house. It looks like Mr. Budi is humming while cutting tea leaves. He intentionally called his father.

"Sir." called him from the car.

Mr. Budi was surprised and looked at the highway which was thought to be the source of his voice. But when he looked up he didn't seem like anyone.

"I feel the sound of my son (the feeling I hear my son's voice)" he thought, looking down at the highway.

"I stopped by bali mengko ya. (i stopped by later ya..)," he shouted again.

"Uuh Father e I diligently temen (uuh his father I am very diligent)," he murmured proudly while confirming his sitting position.

But the car passed by his father far away. In the car I asked Budi, because he was curious about the person he called the father earlier.

"Bud kae (that) What's your father?" manya curious.

"Yes Lam," he replied.

"Are Bud kur dean (what a Bud is just like times)," the Frank's timpan did not believe.

"Well, yeah" he thought doubtfully.

"Yee.." said the four of us.

"Hehe" said the Budi chuckling.

The five of us laughed. Mr. Rohim who was driving also occasionally smiled faintly to see us through the windshield.

While at my house, Cikakak Village. My mother seemed busy making various kinds of food to entertain us. Yes, I told my mother that my friends would come with me for a vacation. When my mom was busy, my dad went fishing. Fortunately, my grandmother helped him. My grandmother's name is Mulyani. She was my mother's mother.

My mother reached Gregetan because my father did not come home. Me and my friends will be here soon. My mother called my father to come back soon.

In the fishing area, my father was busy fishing with a hum. Just now there was a fish that managed to eat the bait. His cellphone shook and made himself shocked so that the fish released back.

"Hello Ma! Ana what is it (what is it?)?" tanyanya called.

"By your son arep ti even kelayapan (your son's home wants to even crawl)," he said.

"Iya-iya even though dela maning arep olih iwak gede (iya-iya, even though it would be willing to get a big fish)," he said.

"Hands are back (food a lot of spoons home)," he said again.

"Yes yes" My father finally agreed and chose to go home.

The car we were riding had arrived at the entrance of Cikakak Village. Plan welcome welcome welcome us. The car passed through the field on the left side there is a fairly wide expanse of rice fields.

"Hem where you cool a lot of rice fields e ya Lam," said the Sinta behind the glass while continuing to look at the expanse of rice fields outside.

"Yes amba amba maning (yes it's wide again)," said Frank from the side of the car window.

The car stopped, and we all got in front of my house. My mother was waiting for me with my grandmother in front of the house. When the five of us came down, my father just got home.

I hugged my Mom and Grandma to let go of the longing for a moment. After that, my friends took turns to shake hands with my mother and grandmother.

"You healthy?" ask me while greeting her and then hugging her.

"Alhamdulillah," answered my mother while being embraced by me. After I finished hugging her, I hugged my grandmother.

"Mom..," called Budi while extending his hand a sign of wanting to be greeted.

"Who's iki?" ask my mother confused.

"Budi," he answered while regretting it.

"Frank"

"Love"

"Claras"

My friends took turns shaking hands while saying their names. Don't forget they were shaking hands with my grandmother.

"Alhamdulillah my grandson gutul warah slamet (Alhamdulillah my grandson arrived safely)," he said after hugging me.

"Neggih ni (iya Nek)" I replied.

"Lam wis press (Hour arrived)?" asked my father as he walked over to us.

"Wis ra weruh what (have not seen what)," said my mother ketus.

"Well, Mr. Sekang ngendi test (where did you run out of)?" many wonder.

"Kae sedina fishing bae ora kemutan nek anake rep bali gawa bala (it was a day of fishing and still do not remember if his son wanted to go home with him)," replied my mother representing while insinuating.

"Well I'm kie angko angko my dear wife (i'm fishing for my dear wife)," she argued while seducing.

"Dear dear snoring (knee) you," said my mother who is still upset.

"Keep endi siki olih e (continue now where is the result)?" ask my mom to charge.

"Ucul maning because of being called (after again because of the phone)," replied my Father resigned.

"Huh basic jere fishing but olih e kur angling my emotions tok (huh basic word fishing but the result is only fishing my emotions)," he said.

"Eram babar blas," he murmured. That's how my mom is when she fights. And yet they still love each other.

"Wis lah Sri isin senggane di derengi ning batire Alam (dah lah Sri shamil know in see the same cement Alam)," said my grandmother stopped him

"I'm sorry for being a bitch (forget me sorry, sisters)" said my mother apologizing. My friends just smiled at him.

"Yes ra papa Ibuke alam (yes no papa mama Alam)," replied the Frank.

"Eh yes driver e, ra medang sit (eh yes the driver, do not eat first)," my grandmother bargained.

"Mboten (no) need to bother Nek," he refused.

"Yes, Mr. Rohim ati-ati, yes" the Frank's message allowed.

"Ati-ati dig girupir (be careful driving)," my mother's message also.

Mr. Rohim nodded and got into the car. The car was driven back to its place, the city of Purwokerto.

"Hayu enter lenggah sit (let's go sit first)," asked my grandmother to friends.

"Nggih Nini ne Alam (yes Grandma Alam)," replied the Sinta with a smile. My friends followed me, Mom and Grandma.

"Hayu Lam skipped Mom sit (ayo Lam help you Mom for a while)," she told me.

"Yes ma'am" I answered and said goodbye to the others.

"Not staying sit ya kanca-kanca, jagong sit consider bae umae dawek (do not stay for a while ya temen-tenemen, sit first consider a house itself)," pamitku. My friends answered me with a nod.

I followed my mother into the kitchen. Some food and snacks and drinks for others have been provided. I was called to bring it all forward.

"Kanca-kanca wis teka (food friends have come)," I said while putting the food on the tray

"Monggo is lobbied to plan the range of nature on the medang aja isin (please try the theme Nature, on eaten do not be shy)," asked my mother to let me.

"Mothers Ne Alam (good Mother Nature)," answered the four of them.

After finishing the meal, my friends and I went on foot to visit a tour of my village. The tour is called Saka Tunggal Mosque and Monkey Park. Yes they said they were curious about my village tour. Before leaving, my friends and I had said goodbye to my mother.

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The Saka Tunggal Mosque. After 15 minutes of walking, the five of us arrived at the location. Many apes greeted the five of us. The apes here are indeed left loose, free to roam. But sometimes the apes bother the residents because they always steal food and damage the jerky of every citizen's house. But as soon as they let it. Because there is a unique and telling way that citizens do to scare him. It's a tire. Yes, somehow the monkeys there are afraid of this circular black object. Quite unique, no. My friends are also so astonished and curious.

"Deneng akeh tire Lam (numerous tire Lam)?" ask Sinta wonder.

"Yes ketek ning kene on wedi karo ban (yes apes here on the same fear of tires)," I replied.

"Why can the story ne piwe jere (how can the story be how it is)," said Budi wanted to know.

"Well I know I know jere wong (that I don't know, either)" I said.

"Grandfather, jere goods are believed (goods he says are trusted)," the Frank quipped with a shout.

"But I did dereng kae (but I did see it there)," told Budi to us, "ana wong medeni keteke karo ban, keteke immediately ngacir (some people scare him with tires, but there are people, the train immediately ran away), "he pointed towards a grandmother who was throwing tires at some monkeys.

"Yes means something" said the believer Clara.

"Hayu peng deleng jero mosque saka singal e ra (ayo peg see in mosque saka singular gak)," my bargain suddenly on everything.

"Yes," they answered. The five of us walked back to the Saka Tunggal Mosque. We got to where we were headed.

"Set nek mlebu jero kudu permission sit meng ne locksmith (wait if you want to enter must be permission first with the key man)," I said telling them to wait.

The locksmith is the keeper or key holder in this tourist area. There are 3 keys here. Namely duwur key (top), middle key, same key snisor (bottom). The person I met for permission was the bottom key or the sniff key.

"Oh rich kuwe (oh so)," said the Budi.

"Wouldn't permit ko sing wong kene (there's your permission here)," ask me.

"Yes be patient" I replied and left.

I knocked on the door of one of the keys there. After talking about our purpose. Finally the five of us were allowed. The locksmith we met was named Key of Sulam. He was one of the people who took care of the mosque.

"Hayo enter adek-adek," asked Mr. Sulam to invite.

The five of us followed him from behind. Until we go to the heritage of this mosque. The saka is large with a wheel on it. The five of us were amazed by the calligraphy engraving engraved on the pole. After quite satisfied looking, the five of us came out and continued to feed the apes here.

"Well," I said as I thrust out my hand which was given a handful of peanuts.

One monkey came over and picked up the beans I had put in my hand. The monkey left and soon returned with his army. More and more apes came, until the five of us were overwhelmed. Even Clara screamed in surprise. He was surprised because there was an ape who held the rope of his bag.

"Astaghfirullah," cried himself who immediately moved. Clara shouted, the monkey was surprised and immediately ran.

Starting from her who was busy watching me and others feed. When looking back it turns out there are monkeys secretly fiddling with his bag. That's why he screams.

"What's up Clar?" my many.

"Trump e nosy, surprised me ijig-ijig ning mburi me (kanya nosy, surprised I was suddenly behind me)," he replied.

"Kayane keteke curious about the contents of your bag, Clar (it seems like he was curious about the contents of your bag, Clar)," guessed the Budi.

"Hem was curious" he said slowly.

"Wah ra krasa wis Ashar (wah no kasa udah Ashar)," I said after seeing my watch. "Hayu praying sit keeps going back to rest (shayo prayer used to keep going home rest). I also invite others to pray first at the Saka Tunggal Mosque. After that we went home.

yes Lam, said Budi agreed. The other friends also agreed.

The five of us immediately took ablution and congregational prayer. When we finished, we returned to our house on foot.

The atmosphere in this tourist area looks cool and beautiful plus the roar of the flowing river. Though many homes around but feel in the cool nature. There were not many people and only the sound of ape chirping was heard interacting with each other. There are also great apes that are called baboons. There are also monkeys holding their children. Sometimes their children are bullied by other apes. The mother of the ape child became angry and chased after him. Just like humans, not.

This tourist area is still quiet and will be crowded if there is a big day celebration such as Lebaran or Rajaban. Or sometimes there are visitors who come from other areas to make a pilgrimage at the tomb near the Saka Tunggal Mosque.

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At night at Samsul's house.

Samsul was released from his sentence. But he still hasn't moved on from Emely. Samsul goes to Emely's house to meet. But after arriving, it turns out that the person in search has moved to Jakarta. He finally had to come back with a lackluster feeling. He tried calling but was not picked up by him.

Samsul is back home. But just entered Samsul was told by Mr. Samsudin to sit in front of him.

"Samsul came here, you" told his father when he just entered the house.

"What the hell is it?" tanyanya lazy.

"Well." yeah." Mr. Samsudin threw a letter of transfer to another campus.

"This what?" ask him then read the contents of each sheet of paper.

"From next semester you'll move to college in Singapore, you'll be with your mother there" he explained.

"But Yeah," cut it.

"It's Dad's best choice than you here to make trouble keep mending you there with your mother," he continued.

"I'll think about it first" he said and then went up to the top.

"REMEMBER if you have chosen to tell father," shouted Mr. Samsudin.

In the room, Samsul settles down while staring at the ceiling. He thought for a moment while muttering, "Did I just accept the offer of the father anyway I can move on from Emely," he murmured while thinking.

"But what about my two best friends Domu and Made. No. I'm sure they're lonely because no one's buying it anymore" he thought long.

He thought for a long time and was confused to choose. He eventually slept alone, slept, and had not yet decided to accept or reject his father's decision.

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