Way Home
99. how are you?

After dawn prayers, Faruq went straight home. Hazri, Komeng, and Juki return to the forest villa. Huda sat on the front porch sipping coffee. Wear a sarong, it looks like after the dawn prayer as well he.

“Wah, I missed ya. Why didn't you wake up, Meng?” ask Huda after they say hello to each other.

Comic grimacing. “Sorry, Skirt. Cak Huda is sleeping. The snoring is not intermittent,” he said.

Hazri laughed a little.

“Kok know I snore constantly? Have you not slept?” ask Huda again.

Comic shakes. “Now feels sleepy.”

“Busyet, why overnight?”

“Companied by Pak Haji.”

“Certainly? No wandering?”

Hazri and Komeng both laughed.

“Vegetable yes? Don't you rhyme?” huda Cecar.

“You go where the forest is. Just talk here with Haji. Tuh, tanyain to Juki,” Komeng replied while pointing at Juki who appeared carrying two cups of hot coffee. For Hazri and Komeng.

“Really, Juk? Not going anywhere Mr Haji last night?” ask Huda.

Juki. “Here. Out earlier dawn prayer.”

“Oo yes. I don't think rhyme...,” Huda laughs.

Hazri. “Haji, Hajj.... The behavior is consistent so.”

The comic chuckles. Already understand the nature of playboy sister-in-law this.

Furthermore, they also chatted lightly until the sun rose in the eastern horizon. The reddish orange spray that seems to radiate from behind Mount Tidar is very beautiful. Grain of dew on the leaves and grass as if competing flickering refract the soft rays of the sun. The birds are also talking. Hazri used to be amazed at the beauty of the natural atmosphere as the sunrise and sunset. It remains so now. However, it does not stop just to get there, continued to the Creator.

Let alone the beautiful, cigarette ash in the ashtray was able to make Hazri cry acknowledging the power of the Maha. Imagine, even the smartest man in the world will not be able to create a glimmer of cigarette ash even though supported by unlimited funds. Creating, not just changing. Create from nothing to exist, not just change the shape of what is available. Through a small deposit of His Nature and Iradat, man is indeed given the ability to change the dimensions of what He has provided. If we need to change the whole world. This ability is truly an all-powerful divine trust. It is only fitting that all beings refuse when offered except the posterity of Adam. I forgot it was probably not free. Will be held accountable.

Comedians are no longer able to withstand their sleepiness. After breakfast, he went to bed. Hazri is still fresh. Not sleeping last night is not a problem for him. Strong even up to three days and three nights. Since the spiritual journey, Hazri's sleep appetite has plummeted. Especially now that he's a murshid. Even if you sleep, only briefly between the ashar to before Maghrib. Next, stay awake all night. Come in with Him. Eating the same. Once a day without a schedule. He eats when he is really hungry and stops before he is full, as His Majesty exemplifies. So Hazri's body is now slim and fresh. There is no strange disease..

Hazri invites Huda to look at the pigeon farm. This hour the workers must have started their activities. I admire Huda seeing a dove like that. Yesterday the time arrived, he was indeed told by the residents that Haji Mahmud was a pigeon bellhop. But, don't expect that much.

“You sold to where is this?” she asked.

In front of them appeared dozens of Marno's men were sifting through somehow how many cut pigeons were ready to sell today.

“Just wait a minute..,” replied Hazri.

Not long after that, buyers arrived. There are those who ride motorcycles, there are also those who use tub cars for major parties. Enliven transactions. Buyers come and go, pigeons come and go. Romp. Huda gawked at the shocked market. “Busyet...,” his murmur slowly bobbing heads.

“Sorry, Sir, sorry.... Discharged. It's over for today!” marno Exclamation. There are still many buyers there. Take their protests directly. “Pak Marno, I have not been to nih...,” exclaimed one of them. “I also..., I also...,” says another. Marno and Sugeng were busy giving understanding to them. “Tomorrow, Sir, God willing. Come early in the morning yes,” said Marno. “Can we order first, sir?” ask one of them. Marno refused, not taking any chances. “Come early in the morning, sir. Insya Allah, tomorrow part,” he replied.

“Busyeeet...,” Huda murmured again.

Hazri mesam-mesem, then took Huda into his bamboo room house. “Marni, please provide coffee as well bring the pastries here yes,” he said to Marni who is now the Bu Marno. New bride, just two months.

“Good, Mr. Haji,” replied Bu Marno's.

They also sit on the cheap blue sofa that used to be. There is no change in this house. Only well taken care of by CV management Marno Sugeng Doro according to the mandate of Haji Mahmud. There's a budget for that.

“To that corner, Hud...,” Hazri opens a chat.

“Why?” Huda turned towards the corner of the room Hazri pointed to.

“To situ his head mister Day gggeling..”.

“Hah?” Huda got up from his seat. He was closer to the corner than Hazri. Move to another chair.

Hazri chuckles. “There I beheaded him..” He pointed to Huda's current seating position.

“Buskey!” Huda immediately got up and moved to the long sofa with Hazri. “Hayo, what else is here?” Miris she.

Hazri chuckles again. “No, no. Safe,” said. About there, he wrapped Day's body. The entire room was once bloody. How you gonna do it again? That's what happened.

Hazri moves to the seat that Huda first occupied when Marni comes to bring her order.

Huda observes Marno's wife. “Dek, have a sister?”

Strike him.

Hazri laughed immediately. “Haji Huda is happy to joke, Ni, understand sailors. You are calm yes.”

Marni smiled sweetly. “Excuse me, Mr. Haji, Mr. Haji Huda..” said, then move back.

Chat continues. Hazri asks about Haji Sulton's family situation.

“All-good. Healthy Hajj, healthy Umi.”

Hazri.

“Haji often talks about you, Rif..,” Huda continued.

“Ooh yes?” Hazri looked at Huda.

Huda nodded. “Moreover lately. Said he had a dream to see you in a robe, hehehe.”

“He said white robes. Maybe the dress model is giai ginya.”

Hazri sighed. “Rindu's right I'm with Haji Sulton.”.

Huda sighed. “Luckily I can still hold back on not telling her about you. Until you want to break down the taste of the chest.”

“So, my story hasn't leaked?”

“Not yet, still safe. Just spilled a little into Komeng,”

Hazri. His head is a little down.

“Diani same Rianti already married tuh..,” Huda named the fourth and fifth daughter Haji Sulton. His sister-in-law.

Hazri. “oya? Quit dong?”

“Hehehe...., not yet, the third is still waiting.”

“Ria? Belurn marry her?”

Huda. “Still kayaking first. Faithfully waiting for you.”

“Ah, don't make slanders, Hud. That danger..”

“What's for? Umi told me.”

Hazri. “Every time I want to sail, Umi always order me to find out about you. In Jogja or where the cake is, whatever. Haji Sulton heard. Is my darling not feeling? That's why I'm so desperate to find you even if I don't know where. Until stray to the village ‘jiong’ all.”

Hazri is getting stuck. Returns all rights to its Owner. The maroon-red tasbih was twisted in syahdu. Silence became that room. Somewhat long.

“Rif...,” says Huda after a while. “You okay?”

Hazri shook her head with a smile. “Keep how it goes?”

“Still want to know?” ask Huda.

Hazri nodded.

“Yes that. Ria is sure to wait, while Haji and Umi are anxious about timing. Especially Umi. Now Ria is almost head of three, two years again. His playmates had already sent their children to school to Kindergarten. Difficult to resist, whispers spread. Permturi said.”.

“What's perturi?” ask Hazri.

“Old Virgin Republic of Indonesia.”

“Ahh...,” Hazri sighed softly while shaking her head.

“But, about beautiful, Rif, permanent. She is still the most beautiful among her brothers. If I said I'm even prettier now. Mature, calm demeanor.”

“Now my situation is like this. What do you think?”

“That's. I was confused from yesterday too. I don't know..”.

Hazri smiles. “Ya. We can return it to God, right?”

“He-em...,” Huda nodded.

“Know my family?” Hazri asked sipping her coffee.

“Yesterday there I stopped for a meal at his restaurant Siti, bereng wife and children. Wow, surprised me. Forward, Rif, crowded once.”

“Alhamdulillah..,” Hazri grateful. “Yu Siti?”

Huda nodded. “Udin is there too. Already headmaster dia”

“oya? Over where? In his SMP it?”

Huda, shake. “In other SMP, but still in Jombang.”

Hazri sighed. Arrows miss ambush.

“Say my wife, the story is from Siti, Mom is fine. Her lungs rarely recur. I just often cry to remember you. Siti nanya to my palace in case I know how you are.”

Hazri sighed again, her eyes somewhat teary.

“Rif, are you still a fugitive now?” Huda whispered.

Hazri was silent for a moment. “Still...”

Huda took a long breath. Then he still has to hide information about the whereabouts of his best friend.

“Until when, Rif?” Huda asked masygul.

Hazri looked at Huda. “Until Allah is pleased..,” the answer is slow.

The chatter continues until the chanting of the zhuhur adhan from the mosque is heard. Hazri and Huda are headed there. After the zhuhur prayer, they returned to the forest house. Komeng looks familiar with the Fia in the side yard. Play the romp while laughing cheerfully.

Bakda ashar, Huda and Komeng return to Semarang. They'll sail again tomorrow afternoon. Hazri took off her two best friends with gratitude. “Meng, hold fast to your order. Istiqamah dzikir Light. Do not let go of a second of your time without remembering Him.” whispered the Mursyid. The comic nodded steadily. “Good, Mr. Haji. Thank you,” he said slowly.

“Dadah..., Om Uda, dada..., Om Meng...,” si Fia waved her hand towards the slowly moving car. “Ecok maen agi ya..,” her screams slurred. Huda and Komeng returned the small hand with a laugh.

Hazri sighed as the black gazelle vanished into the lower corner. O God, thank You for letting them see me here. When are the others?’ “Hehehe...,” Hazri chuckles to herself.

Ami and Fia looked at each other in wonder....