Way Home
96. hajj reunion

“Pak Haji, said Bu Haji there are guests at home. ..,” said a boy of SD age to Hazri who was chatting at the mosque, bakda ashar.

“Who, le?” ask Hazri. Tole is a call for young children in java.

“Pak Milky...”.

Hazri. A milkyo? KM Bima's? Hudakah? He's ingrained.

“Sama Mr. Memeng..,” continued the boy.

“Memeng? Comic maybe yes?” ask Hazri.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Haji. Mr. Komeng, not Mr. Memeng.”

Subhanallah! Huda and Komeng in Tidar? Oh Allah....

Hazri also begs from ‘forum chat’ and immediately go home. Seen from a distance, Huda and Komeng sat on the front porch accompanied by Ami.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr Haji! Hahaha...,” Hazri exclaimed from in front of the fence.

Huda and Komeng looked over.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, Hajj.!” greet Huda. “Hahaha. ..,” he also laughed.

Then they hugged each other tightly, crying both ways. Comeng noticed, his eyes were wet with tears. Mr. ARif who had been out of nowhere all this time, was now in front of him. Ami mesam-mesem saw the two men who were crying. He had heard little of Hazri's past from Huda. The good of course, including the story of pirates in the Java Sea. If the ‘cika-cikaan’ is not. Huda understood, that dangerous item.

“Pak Haji...,” Komeng went forward to greet and kiss Hazri's hand after the cuddling event between the two old friends died down.

“How are you, Meng? Fat you now yes, hahaha.”

Smiling comics. Her stomach was fattening after marriage.

“My sister-in-law she...,” says Huda.

“Alhamdulillah's... So you married Ratna?” ask Hazri to Komeng.

“That's how, Mr. Haji. Thank you very much.”

“Lho? How thanks to me?”

The comic smiled again.

“He already knows. I told you everything,” said Huda.

“Oo. Hahaha..”.

“Ehem...,” Ami mendehem.

Hazri. “This is Yayangku, Haji..,” said Hazri.

“Iya. I thought the girl was coming. Good thing I said quickly, 'Your wife. A little late, I said my love.” joked Huda.

“Hahaha..., Hajj, Hajj...., not changed so many years?”

Ami blushing. “Mas, I'm in yes...”

“Iya, Deck. Don't be late here. Can be critical.”

They laugh again too.

Ami shook her head as she passed. His face smiled.

“Eh, Deck, where's the Fia?”

Ami stopped for a moment. “At home dad. It's to be taken.”

“Iya, take it here. Let the same acquaintance with the sailor.”

Ami nodded then continued his steps.

After Ami left, Huda sighed. “Alright, Haji Mahmud, please tell me as clearly as possible before I go berserk. What is this and why can't I ever be contacted? Do not ngibul...,” said Huda with a serious face.

Hazri grimacing. The little laughing comic.

“Long story, Haji. Haji was the one who told me.”, said Hazri.

“No, no. My story is flat, not exciting. You go first,”

“Let's go yes..” pinta Hazri while glancing at Komeng.

“There is no secret, Rif, Komeng already know. I bear my own weight. I shared with him after he became my brother. Sorry...,” said Huda.

Hazri. “So, you already know, Meng?”

“Limited notified Cak Huda,” replied Komeng.

Hazri sighed and smiled. “Alright...,” and then he told me. Starting from his journey to Jogja, turn to Magelang to see his wife Bagas, buy a slaughter house, HP plunged into the river, make a pigeon farm, get married, and so on. Everything, except for his depression.

“So that HP was destroyed?” ask Huda.

Hazri nodded. “Berpieces. SIM Card is gone. Missing your number and the number of the Imam. It's just it.”

“Fall fall is done we talk last?” ask Huda again.

“Iya. Five minutes later.”

Huda bobbing head. “No other records?”

“There, I'm writing in the agenda book. I just know where the book is. I think I missed it at the restaurant, sir..who? That padang restaurant?”

“Sabri?”

“He-em, Mr. Sabri.”

“When?”

Huda shook his head again. “So, blank after that?”

“Ya poek-lah.

Komeng smiled hearing Hazri say poek. Knows what it means because of the Banten people.

“Apaan poek?” ask Huda.

“Dark, Cak,” Komeng who replied.

“Oo..., keep why not go to Jogja?” search Huda again.

Hazri sighed. “The story is like a fairy tale..” then he also told the occult obstacles that appear every time he intends to get out of Tidar. The story of those lights. “Terlarah. Believe it can, it's okay. It is not easy to digest this story. If you don't do it yourself, maybe I also have a hard time believing it.”

“I believe, Rif, believe.” Huda said as he nodded.

“Kok can?” ask Hazri.

“For, I also ngalamin similar though not the same.”

“Hah? You mean, you can't go anywhere?”

“Not, not that. I just remembered the name Tidar two days ago in the middle of the sea. Ahead of sandar in Semarang yesterday.”

“Masak anyway? Forgot?”

“Not just forgot this. I'm sure there must be something. Cook even the name Magelang does not remember. Solo, Solo, Kebumen, Madiun, Klaten.... It's easy, isn't it? This is Magelang, yesterday it disappeared. There is no such thing as Magelang. There, Jogja, Solo, Sleman, Kebumen, Madiun, Klaten. Everything I remember, except Magelang. Boro-boro Tidar..”

Hazri was stunned for a moment, then smiled. “Subhanallah...,” murmured slowly.

“Creduce not yet?” ask Huda again.

“Believe. A thousand percent believe,” replied Hazri mesem.

“Kok can?”

“Kok can do it, yes can, hahaha.”

“Funny Cak Huda nyari time Pak Haji in Soio,” dove Komeng.

“From me, Meng?”

“Iya. Three times. In Klaten, Madiun, the same Solo. I'm the inter”

“Hahaha.... How's that?”

Huda.

“You. It's for everyone. Do you know Mr Arif? The characteristics are like this; the question is confused given the characteristics. Concerned photos are also not necessarily familiar let alone just the characteristics.”

“Hahaha..,” Hazri laughs. Huda had to choke.

“In Solo worst...,” Komeng continued.

“How are you?” Hazri enthusiastic.

“Custom, just passers-by. Where is Jiong village? Just so happened that the man knew, wanted to send him again. Very happy Cak Huda. Along the way there I was taken. You see, when I want to leave Madiun I said free nyari Pak Arif if I do not have the address. In Klaten same Solo yesterday was deadlocked. Look at Meng, if you do not give up, you will meet, said Cak Huda. Pissing again. Turns out, hehehe..., we were taken to the brothel.”.

Hazri. Huda. “Damn it people,” said.

“Kok can stray to it?” hazri asked while still laughing.

“Jiong there means so...”.

“Hahaha..,” open them all.

In front of the fence, it looks Ami holding the Fia.

“Sini, Darling..,” call Hazri.

“Known these dad's friends. It's called Om Huda, which is Om Komeng. Come salim.”

The little girl also greeted and kissed Huda and Komeng's hands.

“What's the name, Beautiful?” ask Huda.

“Pia...,” replied Fia loudly. Regular ‘F’ so ‘P’ if kids. “Om Uda, Om Meng, Pia mo shower ulu yes..,” connect this little girl. “Daahh...,” he sneered into the house. Mother followed.

Huda and Komeng smiled observing. “Beauty, Rif, funny”

Hazri laughs. Nyengir.

“How many demands, Rif?” ask Huda then.

“One. The Fia it.”

“One? Save very?”

“How many are you now?” ask Hazri.

“Five. The youngest is still in his mother's stomach. Four more months out.”

“Five? Steady once?”

“Huda...”.

Hazri chuckles. “If you, Meng?”

“Three.”

“Heh? Lose my throat huh?”

They also laughed for a moment.