Way Home
68. very good

I don't know how long they have been asleep, until finally Cika woke up because of the sound of a telephone ringing that could also be an intercom in the room. Slowly he got up.

“Halo, Her...,” greet Huda from the opposite room.

“Cika, Om,” says this girl.

“Oo, Cika, hahaha. ... How, Darling?”

“What, Om?”

“That, Sumbawa horse mosquito..”

“Heemm, cringe..”

“Hahaha.... Until like that? Where's the Heru Mas?” Huda.

“Still bobo, tasting...,” Cika keeps bragging.

“Busyet, hahaha..,” Huda believes Cika's booze. “Ya already, Cika, I'll call you again.” He hung up.

Cika mesem while putting the phone handle. When he looked, Hazri was awake, even though she was still lying down. ‘Aril’ was smiling to him. “Awoke, Mas?” she asked.

“It's been glaring...,” replied Hazri.

They both smile. Hazri gulped looking at Cika's breasts popping from her robe. The girl kept smiling looking at Hazri's really glaring eyeballs.

“There is still time...,” sigh Cika teases.

Basically, Hazri was tempted. A moment to forget the incident that just happened earlier. He woke up to embrace Cika's body that vibrated his maleness nerves. But, suddenly the voice came back to his heart... “You reneged on Him..?!” Stomach hard, bring mandraguna.

Hazri was shocked, Cika too. Seen by him, Hazri who had risen up was like being pushed back into her sleeping position. Either by who or what. The breath of this young man gasped again, his face instantly paled, eyes twitching. It was as if a heavy burden had overpowered him. Hazri was left on the bed unable to move.

“Mas, Mas..,” Cika frantically shook Hazri's body. Failing, the young man's body was stretched stiff. Then, he picked up the relay to ask for help....Strange, the phone died, tried several times still failed to connect. Cika ran towards the door.... Miraculously, the key that was hanging just now disappeared. Cika was screaming for help, but no sound came out. He's panicking.... As he was about to bang on the door, his body suddenly shook and fell drooping on the floor. Fainted.

Hazri's condition is becoming increasingly critical. ‘Beban’ it gradually increased weight over him. Hazri's breath is not just panting now, gasping.... It was as if the moments of death had arrived for him. When the breath felt just a few strands in the boundary of the throat, Hard exclaimed resignedly in his heart... ‘Allah! Allah! Allaaaaaahhhh..!’

Byars... That heavy burden disappeared instantly. Hazri flinched, until she woke up from her sleeping position. “Allaaaaahhh..,” Hazri calls his asthma in a long sigh. Tears shed uncontrollably. These thugs were crying so hard. “Allah..,” his sigh again in the middle of sobs.

Moments later, after everything returned to normal, Hazri was aghast to see Cika standing still on the floor near the door. The bathrobe was everywhere. He immediately jumped there. “Cika, Cika...,” Hazri patted softly on the cheek of this girl. “Eemh...,” Cika also sighed knowingly. Hazri tidied up Cika's bathrobe, tied the rope, lala carried the girl to the bed. “Cika..., wake up...,” back patting her cheeks.

Slowly Cika became aware. She immediately cried when she saw Hazri sitting next to her. “Mas Heru... what was it?” she asked in the middle of her cries.

Hazri stroked the hair of this girl, without the impulse of lust. “I don't know for sure either, Cika. But, I think that was a reprimand from God.” he said honestly.

“God? Reproving me..?” sigh Cika softly while sobbing.

Hazri sighed. “Taste thus.”

Cika looked towards the door. Surprised he saw the door lock hanging there. “Mas Heru who pairs the key again?”

“What key?” Hazri.

“That, lock the door there.”

Hazri turned to the door, then shook her head. “No, from the beginning we entered earlier the key was there.”

Cika's astonished turn, her crying had subsided. He also moved to pick up the phone. Sound..all right this phone. Cika was astonished. “Tadi Mas Heru call not?”

Hazri. “Kan Cika who last received the phone?” he asked back. “Indeed why lock the door is the same phone?”

Cika fell silent. “Tadi, when Mas Heru did not know why it was, his phone died just as I wanted to use it to find help. Then, the door lock is also not there when I want to open the door..,” he said later.

Hazri's forehead wrinkled. “Is this really?”

“Iya, Mas.”

Hazri sighed.

“Mas.... According to Mas, is it true that God rebukes us?” Cika asked again.

Hazri. “If I'm sure so.”

“Tadi, I saw the light..,” said Cika slowly.

Hazri. “Light?”

“Iya. Light everywhere.... Comfortable it feels.”

Hazri seriously listened. “How to?”

“Continue colorful light hit me, but it does not hurt, even aaaak.... There continued to be a sound, ‘Sleep you..’ kept me asleep. ..,” Cika tried to explain the phenomenon she just experienced.

Allah Akbar.... Hazri again sighed in heart. “Cika, I also experienced like that earlier. When you took a shower..,” he said honestly.

Cika. “Mas Heru also see light?”

Hazri nodded.

Cika was also stuck, Hazri bowed silently. Silent.... Until I heard the phone ring. Hazri who raised.

“Hallo, Cika..,” greet Huda there.

“Heru.”

“Hohoho.. .. How, Boss?”

“Good.”

“Kok good? Yummy no?” chase Huda.

“It's good...,” replied Hazri. Meaning ‘light’ earlier.

“Hahaha.... So, it's plong dong now?”

“Until I passed out...,” honestly again, for other purposes.

“Weiss, steady.... Curious too I'm Sumbawa's horse raging it.”

“That's nothing. Believe me, he can be everything..”.

“Buusyeeet..., May, you learn that Sumbawa horse is raging...,” heard Huda voice said to Maya. Then came Maya's laughter. “But, the time is up...,” continued Huda.

“OK, okay. Cika is also preparing tuh.” Hazri sees Cika coming into the bathroom while carrying her clothes.

“Sip, I'll be there.”

“He-eh,” Hazri hangs up.

While waiting for Cika, Hazri took her hair out and reached into her pants pocket. A five-million dollar bill was there. Shortly after, Cika came out of the bathroom. Nice and beautiful she looks. The girl smiled sweetly, Hazri smiled back. “Cika..," call him.

Cika approaching. “What, Mas?”

“Cika, I'm sorry if you're disappointed tonight. May...”

Cika smiled again. “Nno, Mas. I'm worried about disappointed Mas.”

Hazri laughed lightly. “In my opinion, what we experienced earlier should not be told to others. Let it be our own.”

“Why, Mas?” Cika asked, because she planned to go straight to Maya after coming from here later.

“Either you, Cika, if I'm sure it's from God. Especially for us, not for others. Anyway, I'm worried that other people don't believe this story keeps mocking. But, whatever you do, I just give you advice.”

Cika. “True too. Must be hard for people to believe?”

Hazri nodded.

Hazri smiles. “Nih.” He gave the money to Cika.

Cika surprise. “A lot, Mas?”

“Cash? I was worried not enough..,” joked Hazri.

Cika smiled. “This is real, Mas?”

“Lha yes, don't want?”

“Mau, want...,” Cika laughs. “Thank you very much, Mas..” he moved forward about to kiss Hazri, but then hesitated. Afraid of fainting again.

Room door knocked. Hazri opened the door. Amit and Maya enter. . “Cikaaa.., great you,” said Huda while hugging the girl. Cika laughed lightly, Maya also followed along.

“Nih,” Huda gives money to Cika.

“Already, Om, from Mas Heru..,” Cika refused.

“Already?” Huda turned to Hazri. Hazri-mering. “Then this is for the cost of the course Maya learned the style of the horse Sumbawa mosquito. Anyway, if I come here again, he should be your kayak already huh. Want to know I feel to be able to faint like Mas Herumu earlier.” he said continuing with a laugh.

Cika was a bit surprised to hear Huda's words, but after seeing the blink of Hazri's eyes she immediately understood. “Beres, Om. Guaranteed long stings...”.

Huda was also excited to laugh. Finally I want to talk.

“Hud...,” Hazri reprimands while pointing at his watch.

“Waduh yes, out of time, darling. Maya, Cika, the taxi is waiting ahead there,” said Huda.

“Iya. Maya went home first yes, Om,” she kissed Huda.

Cika looked at Hazri.

Hazri smiles. “Go home. Thanks...”.

Cika moved to hug Hazri, this young man rubbed gently behind his ears. “Be careful on the road...,” he said again.

Cika nodded. “Thank you very much, Mas..”.

“Drug, Om, Mas. See you soon,” Maya waved her hand. Cika too. Huda waved back, Hazri smiled. Then, these two beautiful amoys left them.

“Where, how, how...?” Huda immediately opened the conversation after the two girls left. Pestilential.

Hazri laughed a little. “Where to talk? The conclusion is yes.... Uenaak sekalee...,” means ‘the light-light’.

“Hahaha...,” Huda laughs loudly, no matter where you are.

“Sttuuttt..,” reprimand Hazri.

“Hahaha..,” even harder.

Hazri bobbles head. Basic ‘fairy croc’.

“In the lobby looking forward to the taxi,” take Huda after the laughter subsides.

“In the first place, I want to take a shower for a while.”

Huda is crying again. “Mandi mandatory? Guyur who many former horsemen Sumbawanya, hehehe He went into the lobby while still grinning.

Hazri returned to the head, then to the bathroom. Just hurry and shower. After bathing and getting dressed, he stood facing the Qibla. There's a pointer, stuck to the ceiling of this hotel room. A little hoarse to the right. . .

“Bismillah..,” Hazri sighed softly. “Ushalli fardhas subhi rack’ataini mustakbilal kiblati adaan lillahi ta’ala, Allabu Akbar.” The morning prayer begins, until its completion.

“Amin by Allah, yes Rabbal alamin.” He closed the prayer by rubbing his face. His heart feels light now.

He immediately followed Huda to the lobby. Looks like his best friend is finishing his financial affairs at the reception.

Hazri. “Need help?”

“Ngak. It's done.”

Then they sat in the lobby, waiting for the taxi to pick up. Talk lightly, still talking about it. However, there has been no time to chat many taxi drivers that last night have appeared in the lobby.

“It's done, Sir?” she asked.

Huda. “Have you returned? So fast?”

“Near by, Sir. They stay around here.” Huda nodded. “Yuk..”

They also headed for a taxi parked there. The taxi then drove, and so soon arrived at the port. Huda gave more than enough money to the driver. Satisfied with his service.

The driver gave her a piece of paper bearing her name and her phone number, asking Huda if she came here again using his services. Then the taxi left.

The ship's engine is already alive, apparently being heated by Dasim. Hazri walks up to the ship. Huda said he'd call the Imam first.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” greet Faith there.

“Ya, wa’alaikum greetings. Already awake?” reply Huda.

“Already, Boss, from earlier.”

“Mam, we are sliding to Cirebon now from Pontianak. Please prepare the car Mr. Arif.”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Haji. Three more days most huh?”

“Iya. Around that. Uh, it's a fine car, right?”

“Good, very good, Mr. Haji. Safe.”

“Meet in restaurant huh?”

“Siap.”

“OK; Tim, thanks ya.”

“Sama-sama, Mr. Haji.”

Beres. Huda also follows Hazri on board. “Dasim, leave!” it was loud as soon as it arrived on the deck of the ship.

“Siap, Boss..,” replied Dasim. He immediately ordered the ABKs to prepare to sail again. “Help, stern. !” exclamation Dasim.

“Siap...,” two ABKs who served there simultaneously said.

“Sauh...” exclaim Dasim again.

Comic and Kumpret together release the tether of the ship. “Last...,” Kumpret exclaims later.

“KM Bima, good-bye...,” heard the voice of the port officer from the watchtower through the megaphone, releasing departure.

Engine roaring. Slowly the ship moved away from the docks until it was able to secure a position. Then, drove across the Karimata Strait towards the Java Sea. Heading to Cirebon Harbor over there.

Secuil Coffee

A copy and all the characters of the novel ‘Pulang’ Road: Hazri, Romi, Huda, Haji Sulton, Emak, Siti, Udin, all members of Kopen and ABK KM Bima. Saying congratulations on fasting. Ramadan 1442 H.

Hazri smiled, looking one by one at the reader of the novel. His gaze was still sharp, typical of a chief prankster, but from that gaze there was a dew that touched the heart of every reader. “Keep walking until you find your way home.”

“Woi, Bang. What pack open later? What mansion is Vodka? hahaha” exclaim Romi cengengesan beside the novel characters ‘Pulang’ Road that follow the crybaby as well.

Hazri turned her back, her smile is able to make hundreds of women complacent. He stepped closer to the characters of the novel ‘Jalan Pulang’, his intention was to join in preparing iftar. Three steps, he stopped. Hazri's sharp eyes collide with a pair of diamond eyes.

“Grabbing your eyes, and that smile of yours is the most beautiful gift of this month of Ramadan.” he said in his heart. “Zilfa... I was able to face hundreds of Days, my studies were able to defeat everything. But you need to know, my abilities and my studies weakened with just a little smile, even greeting you I can not.”