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73. mega project of the tiger

About adem and serene heart, do not ask. Not that lie. However, there is still something that feels bad. Since living in Tidar, Hazri has been unemployed. No real work. His job is just sitting in a dhikr under a rambutan tree or going to the mosque. Prayer or religious discussion with Faruq. No one protested. Moreover, they keep percava ‘Pak Mahmud’ this former sailor. Everywhere, former sailors must be rich, lots of money. It does not matter if the work is now just sitting around.

‘Haah, not good either. Why cake? Hoes or what kind of gardens?’ murmured heart. Confused Hazri chose the outward busyness to accompany his inner busyness that is looking for murshid. ‘What's good? A trade? Open a shop in Tidar Market? Ah, nope. Then what dong?’

Seen there, Marno and a friend passed by on the street in front of the house. Each one holding a dove.

“Mar..,” call Hazri.

“Iya, Mr. Haji..,” sahut Marno. Already tainted also him, follow others call Hazri with the name ‘Pak Haji’.

“Sini, Mar...” Martha and her friend approached. Sugeng.

“What is a cage?” ask Hazri.

“Doro,” answered Marno. Merpati, Javanese.

“You pitted racing?”

“Yes, Mr. Haji.”

“Try...,” Hazri also took over the female pigeon from Marno's hand. The man held by Sugeng was also released. Directly flying around the female, the male. Clok, block him on it. Hazri chuckles, funny too. Cordial.

“It has a lot, Mar?”

“Sisa these two, sir, others are already on sale.”

“Sold?”

“Iya. For the fried pigeons in the warteg-warteg.”

“Oohh..., saleable yes?”

“Yes, sir, a lot of nyari. Her stomach doesn't exist.”

Hazri.

“Yesterday that I ten plus got Sugeng four, rebates. Until someone from the restaurant gets angry not to part.”

“Restaurant also need?”

“Iya, sir, but ask a lot. Difficult...”.

“Turned only, Mar?” hazri Fishing.

“This is farmed, Sir. Only capital.... Continues, often still a child has been told to sell the same mother. Need money.”

Hazri pak sumringah. “I made the farm, will you? But, you are the same Sugeng.”

“Pak Haji want to make Doro farm?” marno asked somewhat astonished.

“Iya, I'm modali. But I want you guys to take care of it. We will share the result. How?” challenge Hazri.

Marno's face immediately bloomed. Blinking of the eyes with Sugeng. Both of them smiled widely.

“Bby, Sir. Let me be the same Sugeng. Okay, Gang?” Sugeng nodded quickly. His smile is still expanding.

“OK. When do we start?” challenge Hazri again.

“Sunday, Mr. Haji. We can anyway anytime, already not this school.”

“You also don't go to school, Geng?” ask Hazri. If it was Marno, he knew. Karno's son did not continue his schooling after Junior High.

“Sama kayak Marno, Pak Haji.”

“Eleventh, Sir. Fate too. Hahaha..,” sahut Marno laughs.

Hazri and Sugeng laughed.

Then, the three of them were busy designing the cage. Hazri took a paper and pencil and drew a model of the cage according to the technical details of Marno and Sugeng.

The concept of the two teenagers was simple. Make a cage at the rate, keep looking for pigeons. Already, just feed. Just let them mate freely to everywhere that is important to lay their eggs in the cage. But, Hazri was shaking her head. Disagree with him. Hazri wants to emulate a more modern model of animal husbandry. Hazri also disagreed that the cage was made of bamboo as proposed by Marno and Sugeng. So, the next concept is discussed by giving each other an opinion. But, next Marno and Sugeng just nodded because the plan described Hazri too big in his shadow.

The technical discussion was still exciting when Karno approached. “Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Haji..,” the sap.

The same is the contamination of Karno. In fact, it was right to call Hazri with the name ‘Pak Mahmud’. He was the first to know.

“Wa'alaikum greetings,” reply the three of them.

“What's meds? From earlier it looks so fun?” ask Karno.

“Well, there happened to be Mr. Karno. Look...,” Hazri also explained the plan to make a pigeon farm with Marno and Sugeng. “The cage plan is like this,” Hazri shows a sketch of the cage.

Karno immediately gawked. “Wear this iron, Mr Haji?”

Hazri nodded. “Wrapped ram wire all.”

Karno was getting bigger.

Marno laughed at the expression on her father's face. “Crazy yes, Sir?”

Furthermore, obviously Karno does not want to miss this ‘mega project’. Incidentally he knew carpentry because he had been a construction worker. Hazri doesn't mind, just go ahead. So Karno technically translated what Hazri wanted for his cage.

And, the project was implemented two days later after Karno got two people who could help him build the construction of the ‘hebat’ cage. Duet Marno and Sugeng are busy hunting pigeons to everywhere. A pawnshop motorcycle belonging to a citizen who borrowed money to Hazri. They do not accept pigeons carelessly, must be really good at it. Both male and female. The capital is this strong, have ‘Haji Mahmud’.

Hazri didn't interfere much. As usual, sit under a rambutan tree while spinning a bag of komeng. At most times give direction to Karno if there is something that feels less fitting, or Karno who asks him. Faruq was amazed to see the iron poles that were planted.

“Large severance money sailor huh?” ask him too.

“Guedee really...,” Hazri grimaces, hides a hunk of mystery.

Three weeks later, that incredible cage. Hazri laughed to herself, almost forty million. Worth it. The cost of the pigeon cage from the ground following his house. But, it's not about. There's still a lot of money. Why keep the blood money. Bagusan for the Marno and the Sugeng.

“No can be this careless. Must be thankful..,” Faruq glanced at Hazri who was standing next to him. Karno, Marno, Sugeng, and several neighbors who were also there supported the statement of the village ustadz.

“Bby too. What is Ustadz?” answer Hazri.

“Alhamdulillah..,” says they are almost together. Everyone is happy because it means there is food.

“But, there is a problem..” Hazri continued. Everyone looked at.

“What, Mr Mahmud?” ask Faruq.

“The problem is, who cooks?”

“Walah, easy it, important its ‘Pak Harto’...,” timpal Faruq.

“Betul is absent?”

“Betul, right...,” says another.

Hazri laughs. “Good. How much money?” challenges all.

Their lyrics. How many? “Million,” ceplos Karno who has a financial picture of Hazri others immediately deluded. Karno raised his hand not feeling guilty. “Not to overdo it, Mr. Mahmud, just that..,” Faruq mediates. Doesn't taste good to him. A million dollars here, the origin of the smart bargain, can be used to propose to widows. If girls are less. Add dikitlah.

Hazri smiles. “Shortly yes...,” said, then move into the house.

After Hazri's death, those outside immediately judged Karno. Including his son Marno. “This father, shame.... Not good with Mr. Haji..,” he grumbled; others also nagged. Karno scratching his head. Faruq is back. “Already, already. How much will we receive. Already, don't make a fuss. That Mr. Mahmud has returned.”

Jep, they're quiet again. As if everything was okay.

Hazri knows. How big is the wall of the room? Inside, he was laughing to himself. “This, Ustadz, I tipped yes..” he said while handing over a bundle of five million. Look at everything there, except Karno. It was her turn now who was smiling triumphantly.

“Aduh, Mr. Mahmud, mostly this..,” said Faruq. He returned four and a half jutas to Hazri.

“Eits, can not be arbitrary. If returned must use thanksgiving also you know.” Hazri joking but serious.

Faruq grimaced, knowing that Hazri was replying. “But, this is true mostly, later it becomes excessive. Right, God doesn't like the exaggerated?” Faruq smiled. Feeling successful in retaliating Hazri.

“Hahaha.... I don't want to accept. It's been let down. How about Ustadz. Said it was easy?”

Faruq grimacing. “If part of it is for the mosque how?”

“Terden Ustadz. My job is just to set up ‘Pak Harto’. Was that the deal?”

Everyone laughed at Hazri's response. Kena Ustadz Faruq train ‘Haji Mahmud’. Karno was the loudest of his laughter. Faruq.

“Set up, Ustadz...,” Hazri continued.

Faruq also nodded. “Well, Mr. Mahmud has fulfilled his duty. Now our part remains. When are we meeting?” he asked the audience.

“Gimana Mr. Ustadz. We just obey,” replied one of the residents.

“Iya, yes..,” welcome others.

“Ya is now. How?”

They all agreed.

“Pak Mahmud, we are meeting in the mosque now can?” ask Faruq.

Hazri nodded. “Let me follow to there.”

After greeting each other, Faruq and the residents went to the mosque, the story wanted a meeting to prepare for the thanksgiving. For events like this, residents here are always using the mosque to worship. Let down blessings he said.

“What I said? I was the first to know Haji Mahmud. I don't believe my word anyway. Haji Mahmud is rich, small money. I just went to Karawang to meet Haji Asep, loved by a million..,” Karno back nagged those who had been cheering on him who were being interviewed also gawking again.

Tomorrow the day after tomorrow, the ‘international’ scale thanksgiving event was carried out. Many were invited by Faruq, including the community leaders of neighboring villages. Hazri appears modest, ordinary, and just as they are. White kupluk nangkring on his head. Somehow there Faruq also tainted mention Hazri with ‘Haji Mahmud’. So, since then, Hazri permanently called ‘Haji Mahmud’ by all villagers. Including those from the village next door. Some even call it “Haji Mahmud Doro’ everything.... Former thugs, fugitives all over Indonesia. Now welcomed by the people. Who knows God's plan...

Secuil Coffee

Pigeons and pigeons are stocky-bodied birds with short necks and short slender beaks with watery cereals. The species commonly known as "pigeons" are wild coral pigeons, commonly used in many cities.

Dara and pigeons build their cages from twigs and other remains, which are placed in trees, balustrades, or soil, depending on the species. They incubate one or two eggs, and both parents care deeply about the cubs, which will leave the cage after 7 to 28 days.[1] Dara eats seeds, fruit and plants. Unlike most other birds (but see also flamingos), pigeons and pigeons produce "cavage milk." Both sexes produce this high-nutrient substance to feed their offspring.

Pigeons are often used as a symbol of peace by humans and are often described as holding olive leaves, according to records of pigeons used to send letters by tying letters at his feet