PaMud PaPa Young
Rat Road

"I try to make others smile, because I don't like to see others sad, as sad as I feel."

"Do I have to call Bude?"

"No need, Mr. ustadz, I want to." Listen to Tary's heavy heart accept their request.

"Thank God if Tary wants to." Buk ustadzah's face turned happy.

Three days later in the morning Tary had woken up just that she was lazy to get off her bed. The phone rang Tary picked up the phone next to the bed.

Drr........... Drrrtts

📞"Assalamu'alaikum Tary."

📞"Walaikumsalam, who are you?"

📞"This is Adelia's wife Pak ustadz Faisal. How's Zainel doing?"

📞"Oh turns out buk ustadzah. She's healthy, can't she get my number from whom?"

📞"Bude."

📞"What does ibuk need to be with me? until I ask for my phone number with my mom."

📞"Nothing, but existing ustadz sir need same Tar."

📞"What do you need sir ustadz with me?"

📞"For a moment, this sir ustadz wants to talk to Tar." After saying that buk ustadzah gave a cell phone to mr. ustadz.

📞"Assalamu'alaikum, how are you Tary?"

📞"Walaikumsalam, news I'm healthy sir ustadz."

📞"Alhamdulillah if Tary is in good health, do you have a busy day today?"

📞"No sir Ustadz."

📞"Can I ask you for help?"

📞"Pak ustadz want to ask for help what?"

📞"Can you take Zainel to the village office this morning?"

📞"What is Zainel doing in the village office this morning, Mr Ustadz?"

📞"You took KK already so. So how can you?"

📞"God willing I can sir."

📞"What can you ask for one more favor?"

📞"Pak Ustadz want to ask for help what else?"

📞"After that you take him to the camat office to make a KTP, can you?"

📞"Can pack ustadz."

📞"Sorry to have much trouble for you. Thank you Tar."

📞"No hassle at all sir ustadz. Same Mr. ustadz."

📞"Then I love my wife's phone again." After saying that mr. ustadz gave a cell phone to buk ustadzah.

📞"Tary again what?"

📞"Still bedding on the bed."

📞"Yes there has been a shower directly between Zainel to the village office."

📞"Well buk ustadzah."

Tary walked out of the house wearing a green short-sleeved shirt and long brown jeans. Tary got on his bike and he drove his bike towards the rented house. In one pull of the motor gas that Tary drives is already in front of the rented house.

Tary put his bike in front of the rented house and then he got off his bike. Tary was already standing at the door of the rented house Zainel occupied.

Tok........... Tok

"Assalamu'alaikum." Tary knocked on the door of the rented house that Zainel occupied.

Tary had knocked on the door of the rented house Zainel occupied three times.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalam."

"Well, what a woman's voice." Tary heard the voice of a woman who answered Tary's greeting, Tary turned to the source of the voice turned out to be from a middle-aged obedient woman who walked towards the rented house.

"Tar who are you looking for?" The woman walked over to Tary.

"Zainel, does grandma know where she is?" The woman was the grandmother who kept the most end of the rented house.

"He's in the Tar mosque."

"Well, what's he doing in Grandma's mosque?"

"Tar look at it for yourself. Grandma's gonna cook first." Grandma walked towards the rented house she occupied.

"Ah rather than curious mengedan me there alone. Grandma thanks for the information." After saying that Tary walked back towards his bike.

Tary was standing in front of the mosque, Tary took off her sandals and walked into the mosque. When Tary was already inside the mosque he saw Zainel sweeping the floor of the mosque.

"Hem hem hem, diligent nyapu mosque after the completion of nyapu mosque batik sweep my house." Tary walked towards Zainel, as she deliberately cleared her throat to make Zainel aware of her existence.

"Eh, when have you been there?" Zainel turned to look at Tary.

"It's not ready soon, why?"

"Sir ustadz told me to teach you to the village office."

"When?"

"Yes now."

"But I'm not ready for the mosque yet."

"You're done with the life I've been waiting outside." After saying that Tary walked away leaving Zainel.

Tary sat on the terrace of the mosque, Tary's phone vibrating. Tary took out her cell phone from her jeans pocket. Tary saw on the phone screen there was a chat coming in.

💌"Assalamu'alaikum kak-in-law."

💌"Walaikumsalam, who are you?"

💌"Ah, my sister-in-law has forgotten me."

💌"Who are you?"

💌"I'm your brother-in-law's candidate."

💌"I'm single, so I can't possibly have a suitor-in-law. I don't have to be my brother-in-law's candidate."

💌"I don't nyaku-nyaku Kak Tary is my sister-in-law's candidate.

💌"Loh, you know my name anyway, who are you really?"

"Hm." Zainel was already standing beside Tary

"Have you finished your life?"

"Udah."

"If so, let's go." Tary was about to stand from the terrace floor of the mosque.

"Here I help." Zainel extended a right hand to Tary to help Tary.

"No need to be alone." Tary rejected Zainel's hand size, He could stand without Zainel's help.

"Yes, that's it."

Tary walked first followed by Zainel who was behind Tary. They were in the mosque parking lot.

"I brought your bike." Zainel offered to take Tary's motorcycle.

"You're the one who brought the bike. Here's the key to the motor." Tary gave Zainel the keys.

Zainel was riding Tary's bike while Tary was sitting behind Zaine.

"We're going through a rat's path." Tary points out an alternate path to Zainel.

"Would we go through a rat?" Zainel rode the motorcycle according to the Road designated by Tary.

"Maha." Tary laughed as she heard Zainel's words.

"Are you laughing, something funny?"

"There's."

"What's so funny?"

"The rat's path I mean is different from the rat's path you think."

"And the rat's way, the rat's way."

"Hahahaha, that's not it." Tary laughed at Zainel's words.

"Keep what dong?"

"Mouse street is a term used as a way through a small neighborhood road to avoid traffic jams or avoid red light jams. In addition to avoiding police raids."

"Oo so that's just a word, I thought that was the way for a rat. So this is now what we're going through the rat road?"

"This is called the rat's path."

"Is it still far from the village office?"

"A little more village office until, you stay straight after that turn right."

"That means it's straight, then it's a new nantik turn right." Zainel rode a Tary motorcycle according to Tary's directions.

"Yes." Yeah."

Zainel stopped the motorbike he was driving, because the motorbike that Zainel was driving was in front of the village office.

"This is his sub-office?" Zainel looked doubtful when he arrived in front of the village office.

"Yes, can you read it?"

"Can."

"You read there's big writing." Tary pointed towards the writing.

"Kelurahan Office."

"Do you want to come in here or come in?" Tary got off the bike.

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