Way Home
61. tired and surrender

At two o'clock the next day Hazri was already on stand by at Sabri's padang restaurant. The phone calls with Huda earlier, they agreed to meet here. Huda still has a little cargo paperwork at the market office. While waiting, Hazri has lunch first.

Reappeared. Like there was no boss of television broadcast the news of the incident Gondokusuman almost a week ago. I don't know how many times it's been aired since this morning. Hazri secretly observes the situation, no one is suspicious of her in this restaurant. Neither were the two market police who were eating it. No one expected that he was the Hazri Tiger that was widely reported.

“Assalamu’alaikum..,” greet Huda. He also appeared.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply Hazri. “Beres?”

“Beresh. Been a while?”

“Not yet, eating is not done either. Come on, Mr. Haji.”

Huda smilingly called Pak Haji in public by Hazri. “Uda, ask for a plate..,” he exclaimed to the waiter of Padang restaurant. “Not come Imam...,” Huda frown, then call his former ABK. Apparently, Imam was heading to the market, almost there. “His plate is two of you..” he exclaimed again to the waiter of the restaurant.

Huda glanced at the lyrics of the two market policemen who were sitting only two tables apart beside them. Seeing that, Hazri shook her head. Huda understood, he calmed down again.

Soon the priest arrived. “Sorry, Mr Haji, late for me huh?”

“Tell once, hahaha.... I also just arrived,” said Huda. “Include, this is Mr. Arif, my old friend.”

Hazri and Imam shook hands, getting to know each other.

“Pak Arif, he was my great sailor. What kind of waves are being waged. Eh, no year it lost to women..,” Huda tagged Imam.

Imam laughing. “Wife does not want to be left behind, Mr. Arif.”

Hazri smiles. “Indeed if left sailing how long, anyway?” she asked. Curious too.

“Normally meet twice a year,” replied the Imam.

“Want...,” Hazri commented short.

Huda laughing. “Until the item sack looks beautiful. Plump right, hehehe.... Aren't you, Mam?”

They're laughing. “Let's eat first..,” take Hazri later.

The three of them ate well. Huda ordered guava juice, Imam asked for a cold tea bottle just to drink it

Finish eating they talk lightly for a while.

“This is how it is, Mam, Mr. Arif would like to come with me on a cruise. Want to know sea life he said.” said Huda. “So he wants to get his car to you. Was about to be sold. But baby, right?”

“Iya, Mr. Haji, the price is bad..,” said Imam.

“Well that's why, can't you hold the mandate?”

The priest nodded steadily. “Beres, Mr. Haji. How long will it take to sail, Mr Arif?” he asked Hazri.

“Can be two three weeks, can be two three months. It could also be two three years..,” Huda who replied.

“Hehe.... Careful, the sack is so pretty, sir,” joked Imam.

Hazri and Huda laughed. “The car can I wear no, Mr Arif?” ask the Imam then.

“Please. The letters are complete,” replied Hazri.

“Enak really you, Mam. lya not?” ask Huda.

The priest was pleased. “Thank you, Mr. Arif.”

“Sama-sama,” replied Hazri.

“What's your business now?” ask Huda again.

“Small, Mr. Haji, open a basic store..,” replied Imam.

“Good it. Can you change oil dong?” canda Huda's.

“Can, Mr. Haji, relax..,” Imam grimaces.

“Then that's sorted out...,” said Huda while looking at the watch. “Yes already, that's it, Mam. We're leaving.”

Imam nodded.

Hazri called the waiter.

“Let me buy..” said Huda when he saw Hazri was about to pay.

After paying a fee, they headed for the red Panther in the front parking lot of the restaurant, Hazri handed over the ignition and STNK of the car to the Imam.

“Thank you, Mr. Arif. God willing I keep this mandate,” said Imam when receiving the ignition and STNK.

“Sama-sama, Mr. Imam. I also thank you...,” reply Hazri.

The Imam shook hands with Hazri and Huda and took the car away. Glad to be able to get a free car, because he really needs a vehicle to transport groceries.

“Come..,” invite Huda.

They walked to a truck that was ready with all its cargo. Three trucks are leaving. Hazri accidentally rides in the back with the payload. All hiding. Trucks were speeding, their destination was Tanjung Mas Port in Semarang. The Phinisi ship owned by Haji Huda is ready to wait for them.

Five hours drive, finally arrived also at the Port of Tanjung Mas.

“Wah, bigger than Haji Sulton...,” comments Hazri after seeing Huda's ship.

“Marriage gift, hahaha..”.

“Sialang. Already loved his son, given the ship anyway.”

“Salah itself awaited not appear. Reni?”

“Ah, don't start again you..”.

“Hahaha..,” Huda. “Just wait later if the rice sacks appear tempting, hahaha..”.

Hazri also laughed as she boarded the ship.

“Dasim! Kelar?” shouted Huda to Dasim, his senior ABK.

“Not yet, Boss, little more..,” reply Dasim.

“Hud, the bases will be later. I'm so tired..” said Hazri. Knowing to be in a safe place, Hazri suddenly felt very tired.

“OK, okay. Relax, Rif...” Huda takes Hazri to his cabin. Like the Haji Sulton, there are also two beds. Larger because the cabin size is also larger. “Sleep first a good one. That's the bathroom..,” Huda pointed at a door near it.

“Sori yes, Hud, I'm really tired..” said Hazri rada unwell.

“Halah, just relax. But, I went to the bridge first yes.”

Hazri nodded, and Huda returned to the bridge.

After Huda leaves, Hazri closes ‘Cakra Buana’ which has been installed continuously on his body for a long time. Pless... As if his strength was removed from the body when the highest recitation of Ki Ageng was resigned. Only now, it turns out that it was amazing physical fatigue Hazri ‘Cakra Buana’ who sustained him all this time. With the remnants of the energy present, Hazri goes into the bathroom washing, face. Then, immediately return to the cabin and immediately lay themselves on the cot. Sleeps.

Troubled, bablas....

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Hazri got up, sat on the edge of the bed looking at the watch. From today's date shown his watch, means two days and two nights he slept. Kissed clothes, head bobbles. The smell.... Hazri rushed into the bathroom. Shower without any more worry. Singing in the bathroom.

It's neat now. He went up to the upper deck. The day has come to the afternoon. He saw Huda holding the steering wheel on the bridge. Huda also sees the appearance of Hazri. “Hoei, Mr. Arif, here..” call him while waving. Hazri waved back and walked there.

“Pulas is right sleep Mr. Arif this..,” greet Huda with a smile.

“Iya, sorry. Days of sleeplessness, too,” Hazri smiled.

“Dasim, introduce. This is Mr. Arif my best friend of your age ”

Hazri and Dasim shake hands.

“Eat first yuk...,” invite Huda.

Hazri nodded. He was hungry, really.

“Dasim, hold the wheel.”

“Ready, Mr. Haji,” replied Dasim.

Huda and Hazri move into the kitchen. After eating they sit around chatting on the stern deck that has a hood. There, Huda conveyed several ship rules according to Haji Sulton's mandate, rather than Hazri mistakenly thought later.

“First, Rif, it is forbidden to bring women..,” said Huda while glancing at Hazri.

Hazri.

“Second, prohibited drunk.” Hazri added mesem.

“Three, can't gamble..”.

Hazri laughed too. “Most climbing bets including gambling don't?”

Huda thought for a moment while grinning. “I don't think it is...”

“Kok can?”

“The bet is small anyway.”

“If bige?”

“Halah, anyway that's the rule from In-laws.”

They're laughing. “The second one what does it mean? Drunk sea what drunk drink?” ask Hazri again. Joking.

“Drinks.”

“If drink, but not drunk?”

Huda thought again. “Tap just can't. I've been drinking, meaning haram.”

“Then it should be forbidden to be haraam, not forbidden to be drunk, hahaha...”.

Huda had to laugh. “The most unique number one...,” Hazri starts again. “If not brought, but the women follow themselves how? Where can women in the middle of the sea be like this? Mermaid?”

Huda.

“Continue, if because of that sack so tempting, who's wrong?”

Huda is getting whiny. “Difficult to talk about this failed son-in-law candidate. Protest directly to Haji Sulton there.” he said out of words. “Repot debate equals champion.” He's laughing.

Hazri kept laughing. “If shooting is banned too?”

“Hah, yes.... I can if that. Can once, hehehe..”.

“Ask first to Haji Sulton,” goda Hazri.

“Report, if you meet...” Huda still chuckled. Then, go get the gun. “Where's the bullet?”

“There's in tasku.”

A moment later Huda had returned to the deck with a gun and a box of bullets. Some ABK saw, but no one dared comment. Huda sat down next to Hazri taking a position.

“Open the safety lock, check the magazine..,” Hazri gives instructions.

Furthermore, the shooting practice event was very exciting. Huda was excited, despite repeatedly failing to hit the target board. The practice continues until Huda can.

“Still, Rif,” said Huda after felt enough practice.

“Sama-sama, Haji.”

Huda breathed a smile. “Komeng, maghrib, adzan..,” cried to Komeng who used to be muezzin on this ship.

“Come, Rif, we worship maghrib...,” invite Huda.

“Eh, yes. Come on, come on..,” Hazri. Praying? When was the last time he prayed? Twelve years old, do you remember the reading and movement? Hazri scratched his head. But, seeing Huda and all ABK towards the ablution place then he was forced to come along. No cooking?

“Allabu Akbar's... Allaaaaahu Akbuaar..,” Komeng echoed the adhan from the deck of the training ground. Another ABK was shaking a mat.

Hazri's blood is whirring. In the middle of the ocean he is now, hunted by police all over the country.... Indeed, the name of the Lord immediately shook his heart. Hazri fell, her eyes twitching. “Allah..,” he sighed softly, The eyeball glazed over without being asked.

“Already wudhu?” Huda stood beside her.

“Not yet. This just want. ..,” replied Hazri, directly moving to three small showers that are near there. Shame to find his eyes wet.

Hazri secretly imitates an ABK who is wadhu. Forgetting to remember the order.

“La illaaa ha illallaaah..,” Komeng ends his adzan, directly proceed to iqamat. All the worshippers stood up, including Hazri.

“Pak Arif, please be faith!” Huda.

Hazri refused. “Pak Hajj faster..,” times

Huda smiled, and he became a priest.

“Ushalli fardhal maghribi tsalasa roka’aatim mustakbilal kiblati noan makmuman lillahi ta’ala.” sigh Hazri slowly, unconsciously. Shocked himself, because he did not feel deliberately uttering the intention of the Maghrib prayer. His words are true.

“Allah Akbar,..” Huda impeccable ihram.

“Allahu Akbar,..,” worshippers sigh following, including Hazri. Then, there's a quiver in the heart of this thug prick.

Throughout the prayer, Hazri desperately held back her tears which suddenly seemed to gather all in the cavity of her head to demand a spill. Dag dug dag dug... Heart's pounding fast. Breath chasing each other. Until he could not afford to just answer “Amiiinn..” at the end of al-Fatihah reading.

The last moment, the heart pounded, Hazri's body trembled softly, sweat poured out, breath chasing.., “Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah...,” only that's a real ticking in him.

“Assalamu’alikum warahmatullah..,” Huda say hello, look to the right and then to the left. This congregational prayer is over. Hazri immediately rose to the ablution, these tears... Instead of being discovered, it is better to quickly remove it by washing your face. Then, he immediately returned to the Mushala, also accepting the prayer that Huda was praying.

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