The Tough Man's Body
* HAND LINE * "Transition "
Chapter 4
The Japanese whose real name is Hanura Gawa Kobayashi was renamed Hasan, has become a WNI, with the full name of Mr. Hasan, he married a woman from the city of Serang, Banten.
The family who found a peaceful life, Pinak's children, was gifted three boys and two women. One of his sons was named Haruki.
Mr. Hasan himself sat as Commissioner in the company he founded by cooperating with Mitra a businessman from Matahari terang who sits as President Director at PT. Nagasaki Service is engaged in the service of vehicles of all brands, but the priority in this workshop, vehicles with the Mitsubishi brand.
PT. Nagasaki Service is a partner for Mitsubishi brand vehicle manufacturing/assembling plant in Indonesia, which has appointed it as the official Workshop of its output cars.
Still the chat revolves around discourse and activity plans in the future with Faizal.
" Bokap did not advocate much less telling me to accept the offer ."
" what's the job vacancy for what position are you there Ji ?" Ask Faizal.
"Hold the Warehouse, temporary news like that."
" Waw .Wet place dong, Mitsubishi official workshop owner Japanese, hold the warehouse, again !"
" Ji's made it up, don't think much else, will be hunted down by others." Sergeh Fauzi is on fire.
After no more than a week of conversation between the two friends, Faizal got the news, Aji has started working in the official Mitsubishi workshop, as they discussed a week that has passed.
The day alternated, the week that passed changed to the week that came, without feeling again five months Aji worked in a place that was not the least imagined by him, without feeling anymore, he graduated from a college majoring in shipping, now resides and works in an Automotive workshop as a warehouse holder.
He had forgotten, no matter how many times, perhaps dozens of times already, he shook his head as he remembered who he was and why he was there.
Until one day his father deliberately came to Jakarta in addition to pre-retirement affairs for his business, also visited his son, both living in South Jakarta, and his family, he also lives alone in a rented place.
" Aji, did you know that the news about Kh.Sahamah's father has died? it is said that today, there will be a 7-day Tahlilan, in his residence. in the village of Kadumerak." said his father Aji.
" No sir, Inna lillahi wa Inna ilaihi roozi uun", Aji recites her with Hidmat.
" You think there's nothing wrong, if you come there for condolences, condolences, prayers as a form of empathy for those who are left behind" said the father.
" God willing sir" replied Aji briefly.
The conversation between the child and the father lasted long enough, until the time for the father to Pamit to go home, back to his house outside the city of Jakarta.
Do not use thought for a long time, the next day he went to the Bus Terminal, Jakarta when it was still in Grogol. By using the mode of transportation Inter-city bus, from the Grogol Bus terminal he took the Bus to Labuan to be asked to be dropped off at kilometer two, Pandeglang.
His intention this time was to address the bereaved family, the Fitrie family, the, especially Fitrie although she still has the feeling of not being worthy to come again to the place where she used to hear the words of a person she invited to sit beside her as Queen in her household kingdom.
But what to say, the Queen said, "Never come again ." There was a whisper to the bottom of his heart,
" the arrival this time is for a purpose that is nobler than the interests of Asmara.
Temptation that intends to undermine the value of goodness that has been intended and will he do purely selflessly contained in it.
On the other hand, there is a question sentence with a derision, "What does not mean to find sympathetic ?" it was because Aji wanted to be honest in his words, he wanted to pass on a short meeting this time, to convey to the woman a question.
" Why then did you take my heart, if in the end you were not willing to put our hearts side by side."
Along the way Aji imagined how later, when he stepped into the yard of the house that had been almost a year more never again he set foot there.
His dreams were spoiled, while the Bus conductor he was riding on, his kernet shouted the name of a place, it was precisely that place he was going to visit.
The bus stopped and he was the only passenger to get off.
After he set foot on the paved road
the highway leads to the city center from that place, no more than two Kilometers to reach it there.
A few steps from where the bus stopped, lay a third-class road, to a village by passing the front yard of the house where the family of the late KH.Sahamah. The Father of Fitrie.
Without any hesitation, he entered the front yard of the house, which looked as desolate as a no-man's house, near him.
the main door of the house, and in the way again carefully, perhaps there is a calling device, after making sure there is nothing, knocked on the door leaf with a knock that is not so hard.
After repeating it until several taps, but there has been no response from the occupants, for a while he stopped tapping to give a pause, time, with the intention of trying to knock again for the last time, if it is still like there is no response, there is a possibility that the occupant is not in place, then he intends to leave.
Just now he stretched out his hand to repeat his knock on the door in front of him, a loud voice sounded, from the window of the house to his left.
" His man is on his way, grave pilgrimage,!" with a clear-sounding voice, it seemed that the voice of a mature woman, was heard in Aji's ears.
" if you may know, which way is it, ma'am, if I want to go there." asked Aji.
" In the direction of the Jakarta Mas department." replied the woman who Aji called Mother.
" If the Mas take public transportation, just tell the driver the grave of the late Kyai Sahamah." God willing they know, there will also be someone who shows ." Legally.
Aji.pun thanks . Without delaying any longer, quickly step foot to go to the place mentioned by the mother.
With no difficulty, the discovery of the funeral Park, as a final resting place for those whose bodies have been buried in the Cemetery.
With ease Aji found the location of the grave that he meant to see there, there are still quite a lot of people who helped deliver the body that has now been buried in the ground, with a lump of red soil on it scattered with rampe flowers.
He approached the crowd of people still surrounding the cemetery, among several people who were thought to be the closest family of the deceased.See a stranger to him, he said, a woman who was bowing her gaze to the top of the navel while sprinkling the rest of the potpourri seemed to be one who seemed to feel deep sorrow compared to the others..
Aji's eyesight was not mistaken, though,......
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