The Treaty of Invisibility
SURPRISE HASAN

The news of the ceremony held by Mr. Harjo in the village of Palu Wesi which will be in the glass tomorrow is immediately widespread. Though Mr. Harjo has not launched his official invitation which is planned to be announced starting later in the afternoon or simultaneously with the ashar time. Through the imam or the manager of the mosque and mosque pak Harjo asked to announce it after congregational prayers at every time of prayer through the loudspeakers of the mosque and the mosques in the village of Palu Wesi.

This morning the day before the mass thanksgiving event, all preparations have been done. Tents have stood tightly filled the yard of Pak Harjo's house, smoke from traditional wasps using firewood appears to be billowing everywhere. Then the people with the busy task of each seemed very enthusiastic and eager to help prepare the Thanksgiving event. The atmosphere is almost similar to people who want to hold a celebration party.

On the front porch of the house, rows of chairs were deliberately removed from the living room to welcome special guests invited by Mr. Harjo, such as the village head, to welcome special guests, police officers and officials from the district office he knew were no exception to Mahmud's family.

Mr. Harjo, Mr. Diman and several people wearing village uniforms were sitting in a casual chat in the chair while talking about the preparation of the event. On the table there are various foods and traditional cakes made by mothers last night to, such as nagasari cake, koci, lemper, lizard cake, cake, ayu princess cake and I don't know if there's some more. Traditional cakes are like a mandatory menu at every event in the village. Various brands of coffee are also available in cardboard along with a thermos filled with hot water.

“O Yes Mr. Diman I forgot to ask about the invitation to the Mahmud kang family. Can they come?” ask Mr. Harjo.

“My bag there kang Mahmud just last night it went to Surabaya he said nganter his friends came home Mr. Harjo. So I only met his wife and mbak Arin only,” replied Mr. Diman.

“Waduh pity ya pak Diman kang Mahmud can not come,” said Mr. Harjo a little disappointed.

“But God willing wife kang Mahmud and mbak Arin and their children can be present here sir Harjo,” said Mr. Diman.

“Alhamdulillah! Thank goodness then, it means that Mr Diman will pick up his family Mahmud later?” ask Mr. Harjo.

“Jih pak Harjo, I have said so,” said Mr. Diman.

“What time does he pick up sir?” ask Mr. Harjo again.

“Ya around six o'clock from here sir,” replied mr. Diman.

“Ya, yes yes.car keys are held the same Mr. Diman yes, so later it is not difficult to take the key. Uh, all his car was taken by Mr. Diman, let Mr. Diman from home directly to Sukadami yes,” said Mr. Harjo then reached into his shirt pocket.

“Njih, njih sir Harjo,” reply sir Diman nodded.

“And this gas money is equally useful Mr. Diman,” said Mr. Harjo gave several sheets of 100 thousand notes.

“Most of this pack,” serve Mr. Diman when receiving the money sheet.

“Udah is okay,” reply Pak Harjo.

“O yes, briefly sir Diman I get it first,” continued Pak Harjo and then hurriedly entered the house. And it was not until a minute Mr. Harjo had returned to his seat while holding a large envelope.

“Well, all of these are for his family kang Mahmud,” said Mr. Harjo held out a thick looking envelope.

“Jih, njih sir Harjo,” replied Mr. Diman received the envelope and put it in his shirt pocket.

“Do not keep it there Mr. Diman, not nice to see people hehehe.. keep it in the pants pocket only,” prevent Pak Harjo see the envelope that pokes in the pocket of clothes Mr. Diman.

“Ohhhh... njih, njih pak Harjo, hehehe...” sahut pak Diman.

“Ehemmm, punten do I need to accompany Mr Diman?” between one of the village pamong suddenly spoke.

Mr. Diman did not immediately reply, he glanced for a moment at Mr. Harjo as if asking for his fuck. Moments later Harjo was seen nodding his head, agreeing to the village's proposal. Mr. Harjo thought by joining the village pamong, the trip of Mr. Diman who brought the Mahmud family would be safer.

“Alright if Mr Bekel does not mind anyway, right sir Harjo?” ask Mr. Diman to convince Mr. Harjo again.

“Iya mr. Diman, I think there is no harm in Mr. Bekel coming. Yes itung-itung keep the Mahmud kang family during the trip,” said Mr. Harjo.

“Siap sir Harjo, I will escort mr. Diman safely to the destination, hehehe...” said Mr. Bekel.

“But by the way, who will be picked up by Diman sir?” ask Mr. Bekel to Mr. Harjo with a confused face.

Hearing that question was difficult, Mr. Harjo and Mr. Diman were made to laugh. Because of the firmness shown by Mr. Bekel before it turns out that actually Mr. Bekel does not know who will be picked up and where to pick up but directly say “sia” only.

Amid the laughter of Mr. Diman and Mr. Harjo and have not had time to answer the question of Mr. Bekel, suddenly there was a voice of someone saying greetings. So as to make the laughter of the two slowly stop and everyone immediately turned to the sound of the greeting earlier.

“Wa alaikum salam, San.. alhamdulillah, until home too,” reply sir Harjo.

“Nak Hasan, what's up coming home?” follow mr. Diman.

Hasan did not immediately answer him, he immediately greeted and kissed his father's hand, then took turns kissing the hand of Mr. Diman and then continued to greet two village pamong people.

“Alhamdulillah get home too, I brought my own car sir. Deliberately do not bring the driver because I take time off to go home now,” replied Hasan while sitting next to Mr. Harjo.

“The candidate is not taken all mas Hasan,” chirps Bekel sir.

“Waduh, sir Bekel nih-nih there only, hehehe..” sumpul Hasan.

“Loh, if anything, yes there should be anyway. Is it Harjo sir?” said Mr. Bekel asked for the support of Mr. Harjo.

“hehehehehe..” pak Harjo answered with a laugh.

“Which mother sir?” tanya Hasan arrived.

“O yes he said I want a surprise, where is the surprise sir?” hasan was impatient.

“O yes, I almost forgot San. Come with you guys to meet your mother,” said Mr. Harjo then stood up from the chair.

“For a while, Mr. Diman, Mr. Bekel, sir, I want to nganter Hasan first met his mother,” continued Pak Harjo partan.

“Njih, monggo, monggo.” reply Mr. Diman and two pamong villagers unpretentious accompanied Pak Harjo and Hasan who rushed into the house.

Meanwhile, in the backyard looks like Harjo ma'am is mingling with other mothers who are processing stacks of beef that has been cut overnight.

“Assalamualaikum..” said Hasan suddenly made all mothers spontaneously turn to Hasan who came with Mr. Harjo.

“Nak Hasan? God, pangling once, son. Add handsome only now,” chirps one mother-mother.

“Iya yes, the shell is like Ridho Rhoma only, it makes your gemes San,” mother Hani's old fashioned goda.

The disapproval and temptations of the mothers were only countered with nods and smiles by Hasan. He headed straight to where his mother was standing straight from the small chair he was sitting in.

“Alhamdulillah..sama who returned San,” asked Harjo's mother and immediately embraced his eldest son.

“Self ma'am, how is the state of Har..” Hasan's speech stopped because suddenly Pak Harjo deliberately cut it.

“Ayo San, he said he would like to see a surprise from father!” sergeant mr. Harjo.

As soon as Hasan and his mother looked at each other, as if they were going to ask each other what surprise did you mean?” *CONNECT