The Tears Of Wedding
Chapter 57 Ambition of Mr. Marhen (POV Thunder)

I look at the face that always shows shade as well as patience. Kyai Damar seemed to give up one old-fashioned cell phone that I often carry when I go to the fields. It turned out that Kyai Damar followed me to deliver a cell phone, but we were met right in front of the house of one of the residents who was still open the front door, they seemed to speak inside. Maybe it's my bike's wisdom to break down, so I can hear people insulting my kyai, but my Kyai's patient nature allows me to learn more.

“Already Kang, no need to respond. Come.” Take Kyai Damar while patting my shoulder, for me a request from Kyai Damar to hurry to leave the location is an order. As we walked towards my house. We walked together, Kyai Damar walking on the right side of my bike. I slowed down my path a little, for fear of walking ahead of my teacher. Kyai Damar lit up his favorite cigarette, staring up at the sky and occasionally looking at me.

“If you went into the house earlier and got angry with them. Are you different from them Kang?” Said Kyai Damar while exhaling his kretek cigarette.

We keep moving towards my house. The atmosphere was quite cold, making me a little creepy.

“I ndak surprised if in humiliation, in caci. They are the creatures of Gusti Allah, why should I be busy asking for their praise. Suffice it for me to ask the Gusti judgment of God not man.” Say Kyai Damar again.

I felt more and more amazed at Kyai Damar, at first glance Kyai Rohim's sentence almost a year ago when I went to Kali Bening. Kyai Damar is not an alumni of Kali Bening, but his father once taught with Kyai Rohim, then automatically Kyai Damar a little bit there is a lot of resemblance in preaching, including the reason he decided to go to Sumatra. Even though my body feels cold to the bone, but my heart is warm to hear the advice of Kyai Damar. That living in the last days we have to be a lot of patience, including when meeting with those who have different views on us. Until I arrived near the intersection towards my house, Kyai Damar was followed by a man who pedaled a bicycle. The 48-year-old man appeared to ride on the back, the santri was half-down and back pedaling his bike. I just looked down and waited for Kyai Damar to leave and was out of sight.

“Really I was lucky to meet a teacher like him,” muttered as I looked at Kyai Damar who almost disappeared from the eye. I headed towards the back of the house and parked my motorcycle near Ijem's cage. After washing my feet and hands and face I just dared to knock on the door.

“Tok.Tok.Tok,”

“Assalamualaikum.” My speech.

“Walaikumsalam” Sound Current from inside direction. He emerged from behind the door with his green face.

“Not sleeping?” Ask me while handing out.

“Newly wake up, keep changing Ziyah's diapers. One day has not been able to nderes.” Say Sekar while walking towards the stove.

“Ndon't have to make coffee, Mas has been coffee in Pondok.” Prevent me, back Sekar turning the stove knob. He sat down by my side and clenched in my arms. I held him tight enough.

“Tumben home is fast?” tanya Sekar, I glanced towards the wall clock. It's still one o'clock at night. I used to come home from the cabin at 2 p.m. He understood very well the hours I came home from the cottage, just around the cottage to see if there are still children who smoke or have not slept.

“Ndak no santri who will smoke if it rains like this.” My speech.

“The motor is intentionally in matiin?” ask Sekar again, I also said if my motorcycle does not want to live. And a piece of the story on the way home.

“Actually the news was long ago I heard it mas, when posyandu also some kasak kusuk that if

Marhen nyalon kades and wins, he will drive out Kyai Damar. Under the pretext of the land that is now built pesantren it is still unclear status. Reportedly still the land of his Grandmother Mr. Johan. But I dare not discuss the same mas, afraid so Slander.” Sekar.

I also have a mangosteen reflex. Now I just understand whose voice is so passionate about berating Kyai Damar earlier, the man who is none other than Mr. Marhen. He is one of the children of former cadets and elder figures in this village. But I still have a big question mark about what makes him so eager to expel Kyai Damar and Umi Ayu from that place.

“But Kyai Damar was preventing me from entering, if you can't make sure there will be a commotion earlier. This chest is his taste boiling.” I confided in Sekar.

He chuckled and rubbed my arms while remembering a figure of Kyai who he also admired his patience and antics and to his guardians.

“So Mbah Yai Gusdur inget yes mas, he used to be in a massive demo and asked to step down from his post, he said, he actually went down and out of the presidential palace because of the many santri and his towers from all over the country came to the capital to ask him not to come down. Imagine if at that time he insisted on staying president, then it could be certain there was bloodshed between his supporters and those who asked him to come down, he said, but now one by one what he said was true and became real.” Sekar.

Yes, I agree with what my wife said. At that time Kyai Abdurahman Wahid or commonly called Gus Dur dawuh if there will come a time when young scholars appear to preach, and now I can see for myself how many young scholars who became figures admired by many people with their preaching style according to their time, like the Wali Songo who preached in the archipelago by starting from trade and art as well as culture in Indonesia so that Indonesia is now a majority Muslim country and now the outside nation also recognizes that islam in Indonesia is so friendly and peaceful, of course, all of it can not be separated from the role of scholars who always preach peace love not hate speech.

The day changed, I had forgotten the events of that night. Unexpectedly when my schedule keeps the night or siskamling with mas Yono. I who was walking in the darkness saw some young men stopping right in front of the boarding school. They sowed something, I rushed towards their place but unfortunately they left first. I sat down and looked at a white cloth and needles and jasmine flowers and the pungent smell of oil along with the pungent smell. I read my shalawat I poke the ground and without realizing it Kyai Damar held my arm.

I looked back and nodded. But I glanced at the thing that people used to use for use. I was ready to go back, when I was in the kamling post suddenly there were several fathers I knew, they were members of yasinan every Friday night.

“Kang, Mr. Marhen it seems really ambition to be Kades, he did not mess around. Halal or haram he so wants to be a kades, the goal is a strange loh, masa’ want to be a kades for ngusir Kyai Damar.” Said Mr. Santoso.

“Hus, don't be careless,” Remember me to Mr. Santoso.

“Loh, right Kang. He is ready to sell 4 hectares of his garden for the dawn attack if it becomes a new kades tomorrow.” Said Yono who was so sure.

“Where did mas Yono know,?” Ask me plain.

“Loh ya know wong I was invited to be his team, but I ya ga maybe support him if my Mr De so forward also in pildes tomorrow.” Saying to Yono.

“When is it?” I asked curiously, I did not have time to follow the news like that, because my activities were too crowded from morning until noon I would be in the wedding registry office and in the afternoon I would go to the fields, and I would go to the fields, in the afternoon I will look for grass, in the evening before isya I will teach teaching and in the middle of the night I sometimes use to follow the study held by Kyai Damar, which is what I will teach, almost every night there is always an activity to discuss the book at the Kyai Damar boarding school, and midnight is sometimes on my own agenda for me to sit down and listen to the advice of Kyai who is a spiritual teacher for me, because even though I am an alumnus of the boarding school, I am a student, I still need guidance when I'm no longer in the cabin.

Suddenly a wave of hands in front of me made my daydream stop.

“Yes he daydreams, how did mas Yono said earlier Kang?If it's reality?” Said Mr. Santoso.

“Guyon what's the matter Sir?” Ask me who does not listen to the chatter because daydreaming Kyai Damar figure for me.

“Awak wae seng nyalon kades, it is from Mr Marhen who so.... Kyai Damar can go from here, where will we find a figure like him?’ Ask Mas Yono.

I hit his arm and laughed and grabbed my flashlight.

“Sampeyan this, if joking do not need height..” as well as me.

We laughed together, Guyon is one of the relievers of fatigue and sleepiness for small people like us. I also when before dawn came home, I told the guyonan to Sekar, my wife was always able to make this heart pounding many times because of his behavior.

“Aamiin, hopefully if the angel hears earlier and agrees, the Thunder mas is really ready to make the age and time for the benefit of the crowd.” Speak with a sparkling face.

“Dik... Dik.. there are anyway Kades people hard kayak mas this.. let alone his opponent Pak Marhen, the boss was already rich from the birth of a large family also in this village.” My answer is quick, I am not inferior but it is in accordance with the facts, maybe for the list I can but to fight the dawn attack Mr. Marhen, certainly not an easy thing, it is definitely a crushing defeat.

“Pak Marhen is a human being, a Gusti creature of God mas. Lah if we are close to the Center. Don't be Mr. Marhen.. Pak Hairul also lost mas.” Reply Sekar who seemed excited to respond to guyonan when ronda earlier.

“Wes koyo Gus Idham wae Dik.. Dekengnya center... lah nek mas so kades, you are not afraid mas in the Garangan?”

“Yakin want to marry a garland? Lah same late home yesterday beautiful, PNS only mas ndak want, same Vira beautiful, young baby face, white already like the actress drakor mas ndak want, kok even want the same garangan… Ga danger tah?” He said while reaching for my waist. We laughed together and I lifted his body until he screamed because he was amused, but the sound of his screams jsutru woke up our baby who was sleeping behind a small mosquito net.

“A…..Mas!” Shouted in shock.

“OE...oe...” The sound of Ziyah's crying.

“Wes ga so this shubuh sport...” My words while sticking my nose into my wife's nose are increasingly showing that she is the most beautiful jewelry in the world that I have.