Way Home
51. memory pebbles

Since Romi's arrival two days ago, Hazri has not gone far from her contract. Most of them in the house, sleeping while looking at the news. Only come out to eat. It's not far, there's a warteg near it. Fortunately, Bu Endang did not ask much, the neighbors were also quite indifferent. It seems that the residents there do not like me to interfere with people's affairs. Good for Hazri. There is something that disturbs Hazri's feelings from yesterday when Romi came. Not about the police chase, but about something else. Like there's a part of the heart missing and I don't know what it is.

It's day four now, by afternoon. As usual, Hazri was watching TV while reading the newspaper she had bought near a food stall. HP rings, from Udin. Hazri immediately accepted.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Cak..,” saya Udin.

“Ya, what's up, Din?” ask Hazri.

“Eemm, look, Cak... This afternoon the police came to the house, asked Hazri. There is the same Mom at home, I am teaching. Back home, Siti told a story while crying. My mom was crying too. He said when police asked him if they were being treated harshly. Mother same Siti flinched..’

“Satan pedestal! Mom jerked...?!” hazri said. The anger that had indeed clumped it immediately shot to the crown. “There is a Mom or Siti on it?” ask Hazri.

“I'm outside the house. Mom says don't tell Cak Hazri, but Siti instead tells Cak Hazri. That's why I call Cak now.”

Hazri was silent, taking her heavy breath.

“Police need to come again, Cak,..” Udin continued.

“Hah? Come again them..?!” Hazri is getting riled up.

“Yes, Cak, just left. After I was snapped, I was taped too. Siti shrieking. Mother cried constantly in the corner of the living room, surrounded by neighboring mothers. I was almost taken, the reason for hiding a fugitive. Fortunately there was Mr. Agus, my principal came. He's the one who guarantees that I don't know the problem..”.

“Campret you, Fahmi!” Hazri was furious.

“Who, Cak?” ask Udin.

“Not, no. Look, Din, help me. You don't go teaching first, just stay home. Temanin Mama sama. If the demons come again, you face them. But, don't fight! Just shush! Want to be taped or kicked remain silent do not fight. Anyway silence. Can ya?”

“Can, Cak. My mom wanted me to take her to the village.”.

“No need, Din, free. They must be there too. Later even accused of various kinds. I want to get out of here! Let me get you a demon here!”

Udin nodded. “Yes, Cak, I understand.”

“That's it first, Din. Just keep calling me if there's anything. Don't get caught by mom if you need to. Can ya?”

“Iya, yes, Cak..”

After that, Hazri immediately contacted Romi, telling him that he was going back to Jogja tonight. Romi objected, because the situation is still very vulnerable. It even feels more vulnerable than yesterday. Moreover, Romi still had to hide the news of Zilfa's marriage from Hazri. But, because Hazri said that she had a very urgent business, Romi tried to understand. He mentioned somewhere safe for their meeting point. Hazri knows the picture of the place. Deal, tonight the fugitive snapper will slide back.

At around seven o'clock in the evening Hazri arrived in Maguwo, Pajero Sport crept slowly across the region. Although the traffic density of this area has begun to melt, but still crowded at that hour. Two policemen were seen regulating traffic in the Janti T-junction, under an overpass. ‘Rogo Swara’ was pulsating. Hazri calms down knowing that the police are not after her at the moment. The red light offenders they're after.

Janti T-junction. Hazri went straight towards the city and then left towards Banguntapan. Ancar-ancar from Romi is clear, not difficult to find. Hazri takes her car into a residential complex. I'll see warung Burjo turn left again. From there it looks Romi is standing in front of a standard type 36 house. Hazri parked her car in front of the house, got off and went inside.

“Whose house is this, Rom?” he asked while taking off his fake wig and mustache.

“Have the Beard,” Romi called the nickname of a man.

“Where is he?”

“Wit. Back home to Pati there, Bang.”

“Key?”

“There. Hosted Kucir.”

“Kucir stand by?”

“Iya, Bang.”

Hazri.

“You drink what, Bang?” ask Romi later.

“Which is available..”

Romi went out for a while to Burjo's shop. Ordinary, Coca Cola is cold.

While drinking, Hazri recounts the incident at her sister-in-law's house in Jombang.

“Like that, Rom. I can't let this..”.

Romi. “Keep what's Brother's plan?”

Romi nodded back. “How, Bang?”

“Mild. I'm disturbing his family here too, he must have reacted. Continue we can nego..”.

“Hehehe..fit it, Bang. Why not Fahininya all of you?”

“Don't him private, instead add more problems later. The business is here, he's disturbing my family, so I'm disturbing his family. Fair, right?”

Romi. “When to do, Bang?”

“Start tonight, until he opens nego.”

“There is something to prepare first?”

Hazri. “I just need a pebble, I see a lot in front.”

“Then come on, Bang...,” Romi is impatient.

“Before, drink first.”

Hazri soon reuses his disguise. Some pebbles as big as quail eggs were taken from the front street of the house. Then, they went to Fahmi's official house in the New City area.

Fahmi's house is on the edge of a large, two-storied highway. Hazri and Romi had twice a million to look at the situation. Then, they choose the best and safest position across the street. The position chosen was not in front of Fahmi's house, a bit to the left near the turn. But, the target was clearly visible from there.

From inside the car, Hazri observes Fahmi's house. It was quiet, but the lights were on. It means there's someone inside. A black Xpender parked in the garage, Fahmi's official car is nowhere to be seen. Probably not home from the office. There were eight large windows in the house, four on the top floor and four on the bottom. The windows are what Hazri was aiming for. He estimated how much deep energy must be used to break the window glass with gravel. Just bumping and breaking, Hazri does not want the pebbles to penetrate so that it can hurt the residents of the house. At least don't break through too far.

Estimates have been obtained. “Ready, Rom?” ask Hazri.

Romi nodded. The car engine is on, ready to run.

Hazri says ‘Rogo Kumitir’ review with a little energy. Eight pebbles are placed in the left palm. Slowly both hands Hazri reddened though not too visible. His eyes were staring at the target. Then, one by one the pebbles shot out with the right finger of Hazri's hand, directly hitting each target. Pyars! Pyars! Pyars! The eight large windows of Fahmi's house broke apart.

Soon after that Pajero Sport moved away from the location, normal-normal. About thirty minutes later the brand spun, about to cross back in front of Fahmi's house. From the ignorance already seen crowded there now, people gathered wanting to know what happened. Romi laughed happily. Hazri was silent. Because there was a police patrol car in Fahmi's house, they turned away. Jump back through Ring Road.

“Dead why I passed here.” Romi said inwardly.

It was seen that two police officers were regulating the speed of traffic that had faltered due to an event in the multipurpose building.

“Not to be afraid, Rom. The road as usual.” said Hazri who saw Romi was a bit panicked.

Romi hesitated.

It wasn't the two cops that panicked Romi. Police affairs are easy, if they are stopped from running away or being fought. It was easy for Romi, especially for Hazri. But what makes Romi panic is the event in the multipurpose building. A wedding she was supposed to hide from Hazri.

Romi got more panicked when their Pajero Sport car passed in front of the multi-purpose building. And it's true what Romi was worried about, Hazri looked into the multi-purpose building.

“What way yes, Rom. So many?” ask Hazri to see the situation

Romi was panicking. “Wisuda possible, Bang.”

“Wisuda kok night-mala.”

Romi cengengesan cover. “Stupid, why did I even come out the words graduation.” he said inwardly.

Hazri watched carefully there was a photo of a man wearing a black jaz holding a woman, darling the photo of the woman covered by a wreath. What is clear Hazri saw a writing ‘Z & A’, she was sure it was not a graduation but a wedding. And somehow he cared so much, as if there was a magnetic force that kept drawing his gaze. A warm but painful feeling was present.

A split second Hazri's eyes clashed with an eye she knew very well.

“Zilfa...” sigh Hazri.

Pajero Sport speeding through traffic jams.

Secuil Coffee

For boarding children, especially among students in Yogyakarta must be familiar with a simple place to eat called Warung Burjo (ijo bean porridge).

This famous instant noodle or instant coffee drink brand shop sells ijo bean porridge dishes and various foods. In addition, what is characteristic of this place to eat is the price is relatively cheap.

Burjo is often used as a gathering place for students, either to just eat, or hang out doing assignments. Behind the popularity of places to eat that became the target of these students, it turns out that warung burjo has a unique history story