Way Home
69. the tiger returns

It is usual that three days of sea travel is taken, nothing special. Except maybe for Hazri. Memories of events in the hotel room with Cika the other day constantly disturbed his heart and mind. All his life, only once did he experience it. Incredibly, between conscious and sleeping Hazri can still know ‘Cakra Buana’ is completely helpless. Those beautiful balls of light penetrated through it so easily, unbearably. And whose voice is that? So authoritative is mandraguna. It seemed impossible for ordinary human voices, Could it be that Shaykh Ibn Atha’illah? or, God.

Hazri shook her head quickly, dismissing all the conjectures that were starting to develop in her mind. He did not dare to go any further. It feels inappropriate, disrespectful. Shaykh Ibn Atha’illah has been reviled, everything that happens or does not happen is due to the will of Allah. Means including what he experienced the other day of course. So what else is there to question?

“Assalamu’alaikum..,” Komeng say hello. Just woke him up, about to prepare the mushala for dawn prayer.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply Hazri. “After dawn, Meng?” Hazri saw his watch. It's still a little far away.

“Yes, sir, but it's still a long time. Very hot in the cabin..”.

Hazri smiles.

“Pak, said he would like to get off at Cirebon?”

“Iya. It's been a while since I've been here. You'll be bored.”

The wry-meme comic. “When to go up again, sir?”

“Eemm, don't know yet, Meng. It's probable. Why indeed?”

“If pirates come again how?” The comic bluntly.

Hazri laughed lightly. “And there is Allah..,” Very lightly Hazri love advice, even though he himself is still confused. Over where?

“Heck, Sir. Just how about?”

“You will pray diligently. Pray, beg his protection.”

Mangosteen komeng. “Pak, can I ask for a keepsake?” said later.

“Memories? What yes?” Hazri thought for a moment. “There's this watch, want?”

The face of the comic instantly expands. “Mau, Sir, if possible.”

Although not Rolex class, but the watch worn by Hazri is definitely not cheap. The model is sportive, army style, with a special adhesive original leather strap. He took off his watch and handed it to Komeng.

“Thank you, Sir..,” Komeng is very happy to receive it. The watch was directly worn. Increase his appearance now.

Hazri smiles. “Good, Meng. Just, you keep it first. It's nothing, I don't have any more if later your friends are also on want.”

“Oo Yes, Sir,” Komeng understands. He took off his watch and put it in his pants pocket.

“How old are you now?” hazri asked.

“Nearly nineteen years old. Why, Sir?” The comic asked back.

Hazri. “Ngak. Just hurry up it feels like running time..”

He recalled, he used to be questioned by Haji Sulton when they were chatting in the garden where the copra was burned at that time. Now, Hazri asked a young man her age as well.

“Cita-cita what the hell?”

“Become bride..,” Komeng answer quickly.

Hazri looked up and laughed lightly. “Cast so bride includes ideals?”

“Iya, Sir. In my village it is not easy for people to be a bride. Must be rich first can only get girls. The richer, the more beautiful...,” serious face Komeng said this.

Hazri is still messing around. “You mean, the ideals of wanting rich can continue to be a bride. So time huh?”

“By the hell, sir. But, aren't the edges still the bride? Means his ideals so bride,” Komeng rada insistent.

Hazri chuckles. “Terupon you. So, there's a girl?”

“Ya yet. Am I not rich yet?”

This time Hazri was out. “Come, Komeng.... I'll make you a rich man so you can get a beautiful girl. Uh, here...,” he asked Komeng to come closer, suddenly remembered something. “Sini, here.... I'll tell you, Meng, but very secret yes.”

Komeng.

“You work just as well as Haji Huda. Look at Mr. Haji if you work hard, get all your skills out. Anyway make that Pak Haji likes you. Dear so...,” Hazri whispered.

“I mean, to get a raise, sir?”

“Not.... Wait a minute, you believe I'm not?” ask Hazri firmly.

The comic nodded again.

“Well, just do what I said. Already, don't think much. Anyway make sure that Pak Haji loves you. That's it.”

Mangosteen komeng. “Later I can be a bride?”

“God willing,” replied Hazri steady.

The comic nodded its head. He seems to believe what Hazri said.

“OK yes, Meng?”

“Ready, Sir.”

Hazri patted the young man on the shoulder, as Haji Sulton had done to him. “Yuk, already in the dawn of his kayak.”

“Still his watch, as his advice, sir,” Komeng said before going to ablution.

“Sama-sama,” replied Hazri. He looked at the back of the most religious young man in KM Bima this. Then, nod.

In the past, about the first six or seven months Hazri joined this ship, Huda once told me that he could be an important task from his mother to find the soul mate of his fourth sister who is female. Huda asked for his opinion, who among the ABK is the most suitable. At that time Hazri did not want to argue, because he did not feel entitled to interfere. A month ago, Huda asked me again about this. She said her mother was very urgent. Hazri is still shaking her head, not sure if she wants to get involved. “Try pondering first..,” he said when it asked for time. Finally, the bright spot appeared. It's nobody, it's just a comic. But, it was certain that Hazri's heart would present him to Huda now.

Even the morning prayers are performed. Huda wakes up late with some ABK. They prayed in the second wave. In accordance with the obligation of the Shari'a, Huda approached Hazri who was still sitting in remembrance. Tasbih kauka giving Komeng who swirled in his fingers it seemed to have begun to shine.

“Cirebon...! Prepare!” Dasim cried out loud from the bridge.

The ABK is also preparing. The bow, stern, and anchor. Slowly the ship entered and docked at the dock at the Port of Cirebon. A anchor rope was thrown into the dock, a port officer hooked it to a mooring that was fixed on the lips of the dock. The ship continued to docked, slowly, until finally the sandar was perfect. The port porters jumped up as usual.

Huda went downstairs to meet his business colleagues. Hazri's getting ready, packing in her cabin. Then, sit down, prepare again mentally to become a land man with all the risks as a fugitive class snapper. ‘Allah..., whatever Your will, beg Your protection.’ he speaks in your heart. ‘Cakra Buana’ powered in enough, mounted fencing himself.

“Rif...?” Huda entered the cabin a short while later. “Ready?”

Hazri nodded. “Business settled?” he asked back.

“Already. Ordinary, just loading and unloading.”

“Take it,” replied Huda lightly. “Yuk...”.

Hazri and Huda exit the cabin to the upper deck. “Hoi..., attention! All ABK assembled,” Huda's orders. The ABKs are gathering.

“Pak, sir.., hold on for a while,” Huda asks the porters to postpone their work first. “Stop first.”

The port porters obeyed Huda's orders.

“Today, Mr. Arif will return to Jogja. Two and a half years he's with us. Don't you guys forget that he ever, saved us. Let's get off...,” Huda makes a short speech.

The ABK took turns to greet Hazri. Sad of course, but it was ready because the news about this was already circulating on the ship, Dasim the first to talk after Huda told him.

“Thank you all. Glad I got to know you guys. At any time later, God willing we meet again,” Hazri said to reply to the goodbye of KM Bima personnel.

“OK. Dasim, continue,” Huda gave the order.

“Siap, Boss,” says Dasim.

“Come, Mr. Arif..,” invite Huda.

They also walked down from the ship.

“Pak! Thanks...!” Komeng exclaimed as he waved from the boat as Hazri and Huda walked across the pier. Huda did not notice because he was greeting his business partner there.

Hazri replied to ABK's hand that was closest to her. Then, with the help of ‘Rogo Swara’ review he sent a supernatural message.

“Meng, remember my message at dawn.”

Up there, the recipient was wailing. Who just spoke so clearly in his ear? Curious, Comic looked down. Hazri smiled and kept walking. As if nothing happened.

Now, Hazri is sitting in Pak Sabri's restaurant. Huda's out there looking for a signal, he's calling the Imam. A little later, Huda came in. “Imam is here..,” said. Hazri nodded.

“Hud, I think Komeng..,” Hazri opened the conversation.

“Hem? Why Komeng?”

“On your little sister it.”

“Oo yes, yes. How?” Huda enthusiastic.

“According to the message I got, Komeng turned out..”.

“Message? Wangsit means?” Huda.

Hazri nodded so that Huda would not ask any more questions.

“So so yes? Which is the most suitable?”

Hazri nodded again.

Huda nodded his head. “To be frank, I have also been weighing between him and Muklis. It turns out Komeng, yes?”

“Both are good, but I think Komeng is more fitting. The part of the wangsit was obvious..,” Hazri bragged a little to convince Huda.

“Hahaha. ... Beres is also this business. Wati komeng, I think it's appropriate. Handsome as well as the Komeng kayaknya if the makeup, yes?”

“More handsome than his sister-in-law. Previously...”

“Hahaha.... Now then?”

“Fixed tampan dia.”

“Damn you, hahaha..”.

“That I like from Komeng, he is polite and diligent in his worship,” said Hazri.

Huda agreed.

“Will be able to ngingetin his sister-in-law if it passes the same Maya.”

“Hahaha.... How did you get there? Don't let him be the same.”

“No way,” Hazri shook her head.

“Yakin very?”

“lyalah. Basically he's religious, if you're the real thug from the past. Just got his chance now...”.

“Hahaha..,” Huda even laughed.

While eating, the conversation continued. Hazri is happy because her mission is to make Komeng look bright. Hopefully true to happen. A short time later the priest arrived at the restaurant. Bring two cars, the other one is driven by someone else. Young kid.

Hazri's car was well taken care of by the Imam. The other car belonged to the Imam. The business of his grocery store advanced rapidly so that he could buy his own car, new. However, he feels Hazri's car is carrying Hoki. If allowed, Imam wants to exchange his car for Hazri's. Really, he begged, Hazri doesn't mind. After everything was sorted out, a little pleasantry, the Imam went to bring his dream car. A few moments later.

“It looks like it's time,” said Hazri slowly.

Huda sighed. “So, really? Tomorrow's... I can still postpone departure.”

“Now or tomorrow, same. I have to go, Hud. Poor my men there.”

Huda could not force anymore. “Tired, Rif. Feel free to find me if you need anything I can do.”

Hazri nodded. “Thank you very much, Hud. That, the Komeng, do not forget..,” Hazri reminded.

“lya, definitely it is. The butterflies are thick, tired of mother's diomelin continue because of Wati's business. It was the turn of the comic that hehehe retolded...”

Finally, Hazri and Huda shook hands and hugged each other.

“Thank you very much, Hud, as sincere as my heart.” said Hazri.

Huda nodded, not answering. But, his eyes were a bit teary. It was not pleasantry when he said sad. From the rearview mirror in his car, Hazri sees Huda has not moved from his original place. Look at the Panther getting away....

“Goodbye Sang Tiger..” said Huda later.

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Cirebon City, (Carakan: ⁇ , Cirebon: Cerbon City, Sunda: ⁇ ) is one of the cities in West Java Province, Indonesia. This city is on the north coast of Java Island or known as the pantura line that connects Jakarta-Cirebon-Semarang-Surabaya. The population of Cirebon in 2018 was 316,277.