SANTRI MBELING
PENNANT LONGING

At 7 pm, on the terrace of the house, in a village, Panji and Mila sit back in a wooden chair while enjoying a cup of coffee and fried bananas.

While enjoying the puff of cigarette smoke, Panji squeezed no phone Wilda his wife.

After connecting,

"Assalamualaikum

Wildu... Where are you?"

"Waalaikumsalam Mas,

It's still in Samarinda Kalimantan. What's the matter, miss..?"

"Hehehe.

If you miss it, it must be, his name is wife.

I need a team to build a house in the village of Ciwedus sub-district Lembang West Bandung.

I want, the team is there tomorrow morning."

"Alright Mas, it happens that PT Java Kontraktor is working on many projects in Bandung district.

After this I call the field manager for Bandung."

"All right, thank you.

The chest... Assalamualaikum."

"Mila's... Tomorrow morning there is a team of workers from PT Java Kontraktor, to renovate your house. Don't tell your parents I renovated it.

Say you renovate, let your parents and your brothers be proud of you, too" Panji said,

"Oh yes

Tomorrow your house is collapsed, and then just woke up. If the renovation, not good and not strong."

"All right Godfather."

"It is very cold this lembang area," said Panji.

"Yes, sir, this is the Takuban Perahu mountain area, I will sleep hugging it to be warm! Hehehe.

Do you want to walk while buying bajigur and fried combro..?

In front of the end of the road there, crowded, there are many street side lesehan stalls."

"What are Bajigur and Combro..?"

"Bajigur is a typical Sundanese drink, to warm the body.

The composition consists of ginger, brown sugar and coconut milk. Can be added chicken eggs for health or male virility.

It was delicious," replied Mila,

"If the Combro is also a typical Sundanese food as well, a savory snack, the composition consists of oncom stir-fry and cassava. Then in the fry."

"So curious... How does it feel. All right, we buy," Panji said.

"We just ride the bike, sir, borrow the brother.because not far where, at least 15 minutes until."

8 O'clock at night... The weather in Lembang is very cold.

With a loan jacket, Panji drove his bike slowly.

While riding the motorbike, Panji said,

"Mila's... Hug my body, let it warm."

"Ready," replied Mila smiling happily.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Past... College time, have. But broken. Because he's hooked on a girl richer than me."

"Emang you've been to college..?"

"Early, but drop out broke in the middle of the road. There's no cost."

"Then... How did you become a secretary?"

"Yes wear a High School diploma, sir.

I was accepted because, Mr. Director said I'm beautiful and sexy."

"How long have you been in contact with that Director of Net Plaza..?"

"Actually... I have no special relationship with the Director.

It's just... The Director often seduces me. Sometimes he hugs me, sometimes he walks the dinner street" Mila said,

"It's up to Godfather, it's over there that's bustling his visitors."

After parking the bike,

Mila ordered two glasses of bajigur and fried combro.

While enjoying the bajigur, Panji said,

"You've never slept with the director..? Haha."

"Not yet, sir, I am not stupid.

In fact, he said he wanted to marry me.

I don't want to be a mistress."

"Excuse me, Ma'am," said 3 buskers, then sang."

"Stop stop," Panji said,

"Riques song tembang reminiscence, 20 songs.

1 song 1000 rupiah.

You guys order a drink first maybe thirsty."

"Alhamdulillah...

All right, ma'am" said one of the buskers.

"means... You're still a virgin dong? Haha."

"Yes, sir, if you don't believe me... You can try it, hahaha.

Joking sir, kidding."

"Never fall in love with me..! Your heart will hurt.

Then... How can you have a luxury apartment, two luxury cars and savings at Bank Asia 2 Billion..?"

"Actually... The apartment belongs to Mr. Director. I was just told to occupy Master. I was told to wear it too.

That's 2 billion in my account number.

So then... Actually, I don't have anything.

I look rich."

"Do you know that Mr. Director is corrupt..?"

"Do not know sir.

I was just thinking... Close to Mr. Director, I have a lot of money and can help the old people in the village. Because, I'm often given money to buy clothes or something."

"Mas... The song Flute Di Lamba Lonely in repeat again yes," Panji's message.

"All right, Mommy."

While listening to the sound of buskers titled flutes in the silent valley... The pennant shed her tears.

Because this song is often played Maya while living in kos - kossan in Jakarta.

Panji remembers her love story with Maya, the person she loves.

Love that breaks the waves.

"Master... It's a tissue" Mila said.

"Thank you Mila" Panji replied, then received a tissue and wiped his tears.

"Yes yes, my... It's 100 grand, for you.

Thanks for the song."

"Thank you too Mas, may Mas be happy with his lover," said one of the buskers, then left.

"Aamiin, Aamiin, Aamiin.*

Thereafter... Panji took the HP out of his pocket, then dialed Maya's phone number.

After connecting,

"Assalamualaikum Mayan..."

"Waalaikumsalam Brother...

Thank God, I just got in your mind you called me right away."

"Then... Often - often you're my inner self, let me always call you."

"Hehehehe, start joking.

Why did Brother's voice end up crying..?"

"Who is crying, hoarse, because the weather is cold here."

"Where else is this..?"

"Again in Lembang West Bandung."

"So how's it going..?"

"Alhamdulillah be healthy and well - fine.

How are you..?"

"May be healthy Brother."

"May... Do you still often play a memorable song titled flute in the valley of silence..?"

"Still Brother, every night before bed, Maya always blamed the radio, chenel tembang memories of Indonesia and the West.

What's up hayo..!

Kangen is the same as me, right..?

I asked you my pleasure song."

"Yes... There were 3 people singing the song. Then I called you.

Mayan... Brother misses you altogether, but, Brother can not yet go to Surabaya."

With happy tears... Maya said,

"Sister... Does Maya need to go to Bandung..?

Maya misses sister."

"No Maya, I still have my teacher's assignment.

If you miss me, you just call.

After finishing business in Bandung, Brother to Surabaya all return to visit Mama."

"All right, brother."

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikumsalam Brother, take good care of yourself."

"Mila's... You pay first, after this we go home.

Buy me Mother, Father you satay or what's her favorite."

"All right, sir."

Arriving at home... Mila said,

'Mr. Panji... If you're sleepy, sleep in my room yeah, let me take you.

There are only 3 rooms here."

"All right."

"I'll get you a sarong and a prayer mat, as well as a nightgown in the car."

Just breaking down, Panji fell asleep due to overachievement.

"Master... It's his nightshirt.

Hemmm, I'm asleep. Director Lim said that while he was his assistant, Mr. Panji liked to sleep next to women.

All right, I'll sleep next to him.

I still want to talk to Mom and Dad first."

***

After chatting with her parents, at 11 pm, wearing a nightgown, Mila laid down beside the pranji.

At 02 am, Panji heard a voice from his heart,

"Pennants... Wake up, time to pray the Sunnah night."

As the voice was heard over and over again, Panji finally woke up.

Slowly Panji raised Mila's hand, then placed it on the side.

When walking towards the bathroom behind the house to take ablution water, Panji heard a very soft and melodious, wirid voice,

"Hezbollah wani'mal deputy Nikhmal maula wanikman Nasir"

After the ablution Panji walked into the room and still listened to the wirid's voice.

After covering Mila's body with a blanket, Panji performed the prayers of Penance 2 rokaat, Tahajjud 2 rokaat, Taqwa 2 rokaat and Al Fatihah 2 rokaat.

After the prayer, Panji looked over to his teacher Sheh Abdul Jalil, then Panji chanted Dhikir Above the Curtain,

"Bismilahirrohmanirrohim

The intention of ingsun Mourning Dhikr 70 thousand times, I give to the poor, poor and persecuted, Al fatihah.

Laailaiylah."

When chanting Dzikir Above the Curtain, the inner eye of Panji saw his father Mila was being wired in the courtroom, the police,

"Hemmmm,

Apparently it was the voice of Mila. Hasbunallah wanikmal vice nikmal maula wanikmal nasir.

Wirid to ask for help to be sufficient all his needs. Wirid... Usually read by people who are poor and poor. He could also be poor in heart, poor in his faith. Wirid is also, usually in the hands of people who are difficult and suffering, especially people who have debt.

Then I'll ask his tribe.

Bismillahbornrohmanirrohim

Assalamualaikum yes sukma Mr. Mila...

Come here." Come here."

"Waalaikumsalam Gus Panji," replied his father's tribe Mila, then sat down in front of Panji.

"Who's your name..?"

"My name is Muhammad Tohir."

"How do you know my name..?"

"The "sukma can know what is around it, even the distant.

So do I know who you really are.

Are you not Ahmad Panji Hening, the 5th descendant of Mbah Wali Suro Nganjuk.

You are also the ultimate disciple of Sheh Abdul Jalil Al Qurtubi. You are also under the supervision of Jabat and Sheh Hamdani."

"Why are you dwelling in the body of Mr. Tohir, Mr. Tohir can not know who I really am..?"

"Because, the consciousness of the body. An unconscious body will not know its spirit.

Suppose my rough body is as conscious as you are... Then my body will be a waskito like your body Gus.

Can know what + what is faint."

"What causes the body to be unconscious and unable to recognize its spirit?"

"Because, too many sins become a hijab between the soul and the body.

Hearts lean towards the splendor of the world, bodies preoccupied with the pleasures of their lusts. His heart was full of worry and greed.

That is the main cause of the heart of man to be struck from his God."

"means... Is it sin that makes man unable to waskito?

Oh yea...

Why did Mr Tohir wirid Hasbullah wanikmal vice..?"

"Father Tohir is a fool, it's just... Mr. Tohir is a loyal follower of a kyai of the NU organization.

Until finally, the kyai know the hardships of life ptak Tohir. At last... The kyai gave the wirid practice Hasbullah Wanikmal Vice."

"With Hasbullah... What is Pak Tohir's wish?"

"There are some wishes for Mr. Tohir.

One of them is, want their children to live a happy, successful and established life.

Mr. Tohir also wants to have money to renovate his already fragile home. Because this is a house of relics. Mr. Tohir also has a debt of 5 million, for the tuition fees of Mila first, and for the tuition fees of his younger siblings.

that's what some of his wishes are."

"Alright, thanks for the instructions, now go back to your body container."

"Well, Gus, thank you for helping our family, assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Adhan Fajr was heard echoing from the mosque of the village of Ciwedus, and Panji also closed the Dhikr Above the Curtain with a prayer, and,

"Bismilahirrohmanirrohim

Allahumma soli ala Muhammad wa ala Ali sayyidina Muhammad.

Oh Allah... Jiika Dzikir Above this Curtain there is a reward, so, I give to the poor and poor, also the poor, poor people,

Allahumma soli ala Muhammad wa ala Ali sayyidina Muhammad Alhamdulilbornobil alamin."

"Mila's... Get up, Mila," Panji said.

"Yes sir, what's the matter..?"

"Let's wake up, accompany me to dawn."

"Alright," replied Mila lazily while enduring the drowsiness.

After ablution, Panji and Mila perform congregational Fajr prayers.

After the dawn prayer, Mila went to the kitchen to make coffee.

While waiting for hot water... Mila said softly,

"Alhamdulillah, I can perform the Fajr prayer today.

Thank you God...

Because of Mr. Panji, You have moved me to bow down to you.

I hope... I can be in prayer 5 more time, like my childhood.

For a long time I have never prayed, let alone prayed Fajr.

Since starting High School, I have been leaving prayer 5 time.

All this, because - because of the wrong association.

In fact, the father and mother of people who worship diligently.

Great also Mr. Panji, already rich in lots of money, very young age, but diligent worship.

If the poor are diligent in worship it is only natural, because it depends and hopes for ease with prayers. But if the rich have everything, that's what's hard.

Mean...

Making friends with worship experts can influence someone so join in worship.

Befriending people who are not worshipers, I also do not worship."

"Mr Panji..."

"Yes Mila."

"This is the coffee, I put it on the porch, huh?

The banana is still fried by my mother."

"Alright," Panji said then walked to the terrace.

"Newspapers..! Newspaper..!"

"Sir, buy the newspaper" Panji said.

While enjoying a puff of cigarette smoke, Panji read the Bandung Post newspaper.

"It's Master, the fried banana" Mila said then put the fried banana on the table,

"What news, sir, how serious is it to read the paper?"

"This is the news of advertising and selling land in the city of Bandung.

This is a land near Pajajaran University that is sold. I think it's good to wake up kossan."

"Master would buy..?"

"Byeah, mumpung on sale cheap. It seems that people with homes need money.

Try to call the one that has."

"Alright," replied Mila then entered the room to take HP.

After opening the middle courtyard, Panji was surprised to see the face of Rusdy and his 4 swollen friends,

"Five Students were beaten by Gangster until his face was bruised and swollen

it is likely to be treated very seriously. The case is under investigation by the Bandung police.

One of these 5 students is the son of an influential businessman in Jakarta"

"Master... The owner put a price of 600 million, because the land was on the side of the highway.the place is very strategic and spacious."

"Buy it, you take care of it later in the afternoon? You pay all.

You call and make sure.

this up, we're going to town."

"All right, sir."

At 8am, 2 cars and a truck stopped in front of Mila's house.

one of the men got out of the car, then approached Panji who was again relaxed on the terrace,

"Good morning, my...

"Is this Mila's mother's house..?"

"Yes right, from PT Java Contractor huh..?"

"Yes, it's right."

"Please come in" Panji said.

After talking to the field manager... Panji and Mila say goodbye to Mila's parents.

After giving the money, Mila went to die in the village of Ciwedus.

***

Plaza Net.

After college... Bela went to Net Plaza to see the restaurant space provided by Net Plaza.

"Alhamdulillah... It's a big place.

I need to find a new employee. Even if I can cook, I still need a chef."

"Good day, Mother..."

"Good day, too, hemm what's wrong, ma'am..?"

"Is this mother the owner of this place..?"

"Yes right."

"I heard the news, he said he wanted to make a typical Sundanese restaurant, is it right..?"

"Yes, Ma'am is right.

But, it is likely to be long. Kira - kira, 2 weeks to a month away, just opened.

You see, have not bought equipment and tools - kitchen tools.

How do you know..?"

"Yes, I work at the restaurant next door. The plan, tomorrow my boss wants to move to Jakarta.

so, I quit my job.

If I may, I would like to apply for a job here."

"Oh, I may, '" replied Bela,

"What's her name..?"

"Gold Ma'am."

'I'm Bela.

Photocopies of ktp, right?

Hemm, do you want to work from now on..?"

"Yes, Ma'am Bela, would."

"Then... You come with me to buy kitchen equipment. We'll just shop at Net Plaza.

I hope I can open this restaurant soon."

"All right, Ma'am Bela."