Way Home
103. puppet show

The conversation continues...

Hazri is shocked to hear Romi's story about the Goddess.

“Almost just...,” says Romi slowly.

Hazri sighed. Just now Romi told me that they had satronized the house of a businessman. It happened about four years after the events of Klaten. Tomi and his men designed it. In addition to the chicken business, their specialists are indeed beginning. Romi's coming along, just fad more than dumb. There were two houses that were targeted that night. Tomi one, Romi one. Depart them, success all in. There's no obstacle.

At Romi's target, homeowners and other occupants were easily conquered. The two guards were nothing. Just take what they want. Previously Romi did not pay too much attention to the couple of homeowners who dragged in the corner of the room, but when he wanted to be tied his wife shouted while thrashing, “I know Mas Hazri! I know Hazri Tiger! Mas Hazri...!” Then, he fainted.

Romi and three of Tomi's men were jolted, but the action of the road continued; the binding continued to bind without speaking. Romi approached, the fainted woman's face was taken seriously. Then, he was also very surprised. It turns out that doctor girl. Not wrong.

Soon Romi ordered that the rope be removed. Confused Tomi's men. “Release!” snapped this Beret Commander. So, they also let go of the rope that had been tightly bound. Romi himself who untied the Goddess. “Out! Tell me below, don't touch anything! Wait in the vehicle!” romi's orders again to Tomi's three men. They also did not carry out the order, without refuting a word.

After they died, Romi stared intently at the husband of the Goddess who was trembling in fear. “Hazri Tiger was not involved in this. You don't try to talk Hazri Tiger to anyone, let alone the police. Understand?!” gertak Romi's. The man nodded quickly. “If you say Hazri Tiger's name just once, get ready to die! I will not hesitate!” Steady. Romi rushed off.

Some days the robbery of two luxury homes overnight became a media meal. The Goddess' husband obeys Romi's threatening message, He says nothing about Hazri Tiger, only saying the robbers suddenly leave them for no reason and without carrying any loot. Confusing indeed. But, because the Goddess and her husband were adamant there, it was still round the mystery ball. Deadlocks from all directions. Romi chuckles at the review of a psychic ‘carpop’ aka search popularity who said, the house is protected by an army of supernatural beings. Just-there's. Hazri Tiger is magical....

Tomi apologizes to Romi for the planning error. He did not expect the homeowner's wife to be the boyfriend of his big boss. Long ago. Romi understood, who could have guessed it would be like this. After all, who knew the Goddess was indeed just her from so many Hazri men. That too is vague. Thankfully enough.

“All right Goddess after that?” ask Hazri later.

“I keep an eye on his house for a few weeks. It seems normal with the news. I saw that brother's girlfriend had dared to go out again in the car. Already can smile sweet again like first.” Romi nyerdeleh.

Hazri is also a messem. Najib.

“My wife is now, Rom. Already not my girlfriend.”

“Eh, yes. Forgot me, hahaha.... Do we need to take over again?”

Hazri laughed, not answering. They also laugh.

The chatter continued until the ashar sayup-sayup adhan infiltrated. Hazri went to the bathroom to take ablution, then took the prayer mat from her bag and went into her old room. “Shortly yes..,” he said slowly.

“Where, Bang?” ask Romi.

“Shalat.”

“Shalat?” Romi doesn't know what it means.

Hazri did not reply, continuing to walk into the room. Sajadah is held on the floor that is less hit by the broom. Ashar prayers were also performed in the middle of the alcohol swamp. Kuncrit and his friends are out there.

“Asaan sih salat, Jib?” ask Romi while waiting for Hazri.

“Worship,” replied Najib briefly.

“lya, what the hell is that?”

“What yes? Praying for prayer. If Muslims say it should be so.”

“Religion you mean?”

Najib nodded.

Romi scratching his head. “If Bang Hazri's swirling necklace was what?” he asked again. All curious.

“If not wrongly named tasbih,” replied Najib.

“Rushan religion too?”

“Iya.”

“What are you doing? Islam, right?” Romi was a bit stuck because Najib's answer seemed full of doubt.

Najib grimacing. “She said so first.”

“Who said?”

“Engkongku.”

“Quick...,” grumbled Romi.

“What brother?” Najib.

Romi chokes. “What yes..”

Then they chuckled together. Equally confused.

After Hazri prayed, Romi asked for a meeting with the regional leaders. The territorial division of Kopen is still as it once was. Apparently, the name of Kopen did not run out as they had once predicted. The coffee and the beret still exist today. For a while, until there was clarity about the Tiger, the position of head of Kopen was held by Romi as commander of Beret.

“You think you need?” ask Hazri.

“Hust, Bang. Let everyone be sure you are still there,” Romi replied.

“With my arrival now will be enough for proof. You witness. If less, Najib's men a lot.”

“Iya anyway, it just feels less vibrate.”

“Betul, Bang. I agree with Bang Romi,” Najib chimed in.

Hazri was silent for a moment. “Telah. Over where? When?”

“Depends Brother. If necessary now,” Romi replied.

“Later tonight only. I'm still a fugitive anyway. We must remain vigilant,” to Hazri. “Try to find the place, but I don't think it's on the White Campus.”

“At home just how? Baguntapan.”

Hazri was a little surprised. “Emang still has that house?”

Romi smiles. “Still dong...”

“oya? Really new?”

Romi nodded.

Hazri laughed a little. “Thank you, Rom.”

Romi mesam-mesem only. “So, so, Bang?”

“OK, set. Delapanan clock yes.”

Romi also told Najib to contact the chairman of the region about this.

“Jib, tell them not to be crowded. Just silence. I have not been released fully from uberan police..,” pinta Hazri berkilah. In fact, the Mursyid has been ignorant of that business. It has been returned to the One who has a story. The Dalang. I don't like it in a lot of people.

Najib nodded, then left the house. Find a good signal.

Romi looked at Hazri. “Twelve years, the more handsome I see Brother.”

Hazri laughs. “More older times. Heading out...”.

“Ngak ah, getting fresher. So whiter now.”

“You also see more dashing, Rom,” Hazri reply tease.

“Ah, this is obviously badgering. What gallant? Waving like this..,” Romi grinned to show his teeth that have many dates.

Hazri chuckles. “Let's toothless, but Romi's. Who does not know?”

“If not taped Brother's name, who am I?”

“Who said? The proof, twelve years you can alone. The coffee and the beret remain. I myself can't.”

“Yeah, it could be due to force, hahaha.... Actually, Bang, frankly I'm tired of it. That's-that's continues. Although not brave if in front of me, the children now like to say that I am less slang. Damn it..,” Romi grin.

“Hahaha.... Why is that?”

“Tau, seen already grandfather possible. Shucks, hahaha..”.

“What can I do, Rom. We are not young anymore.”

Mangosteen romi. “Abang now where the hell is it? May I know.”

“Already, Bang. The clock will be at my house. Shocked them all earlier.” Najib laughed a little.

“Means new all yes?” ask Hazri to Romi.

Romi nodded. “Under Najib, except Asrul. The old do not have the talent to lead. Her hobbies part of the practical doang.”

“Hahaha..,” Hazri laughs. “Kids Beret them?”

Romi nodded again.

“Shortly, Bang...,” Najib came out again, for what reason.

“Rom, of all the regional heads, who is the most talented?” suddenly Hazri asked. Down the premonition there will be a succession. “Si Najib yes?” guess it.

Romi nodded. “What's the matter, Bang?”

Hazri. “Pengen know it, ” us.

Najib has appeared again.

“Jib, in human size, how trusting are you to me?” shoot Hazri unexpectedly. Najib was shocked to hear the question. Romi.

“That is, Bang?” Najib asked.

“How much do you trust me?” Hazri repeated her question.

“Believe pol, Bang,” replied Najib steady.

“For example I told you to do something you don't know, want?”

“Siap, Bang. I was told to kill myself too.”

“Hahaha.... Not until it looks like that. But, really?”

“Siap, Bang. Now it's ready. What did you tell me?” challenge Najib.

Hazri. “Later possible, hahaha..”.

Romi wanted to ask, but his mouth felt tight. Then, immediately let go of that curiosity to ask. Lost out of nowhere.

“Telah. See you later tonight at my friendly.”

Hazri walks out of the house followed by Romi. Najib followed while carrying his big boss bag. It turned out that Najib's men had gathered outside. Hawa Alhokol burst into sharp cries, but no one seemed drunk. They are mediocre because they are used to it, must a bunch of new drinks can make them really stoned. Passing by if it's just a bottle.

Kuncrit. “Sorry, Bang, if you don't mind. Children want to see the power of Abang,” he said as he glanced quickly at Najib.

Apparently Najib is the director.

Hazri laughed a little. “What need?”

“Need, Bang..,” sambar Kuncrit. “Yes no?” he asked the kids.

“Iya, Bang.., yes, Bang...,” is busy answering them like real children.

“Bang Romi only, same with..,” joked Hazri.

Romi. Damn it, it must be Najib, he's batting.

“Because there is a Bang Hazri here, it is inappropriate that I,” leave him. “Betul, right?” He asked for audience support. Intelligent also Romi fled from the responsibility of ngaku-benya about the science.

“Iya, yes..,” is crowded again.

Hazri mesem. “Then, Bang Najiblah..”.

Najib's turn is off now. Romi. The other the same.

“Come, Jib, you promised, right?”

Najib said Hazri did not understand.

“Come forward. That's the wood,” Hazri pointed to the teak board of the former table that had been prepared by them on Najib's orders. That means for Hazri's show material. “Jib.. ” he asks again because Najib looks confused.

How not to get confused? What can Najib do about science? Being told to commit suicide was clearer to him than this.

“Jib, believing pol means no more thinking,” Hazri strengthens the belief.

Najib sighed, then took the teak board forward. Whatever, I want to guess what cake he's not thinking. Just obey the same that is believed.

Hazri smiles. It is not wrong Romi chose the child as a replacement for Sapri. It's not easy going forward for something that has no picture at all. Only with confidence. That is how faith should be in spiritual life. Confidence to Him.

Hazri calling ‘Cakra Buana’. In the same way, he asked his studies to stick to Najib. Just stick, do not infiltrate because it is dangerous for those who are not enough energy in it. Next, Hazri will play the role of a puppet mover. Najib.

Then ‘Cakra Buana’ was attached there. Najib was gobsmacked when the lecture was stuck, feeling something but not knowing what. Hazri had locked the mouth of his men so they could not speak.

The doll is ready....

“Come, Jib..” exclaim Hazri as if waiting.

So, Najib was incarnated ‘Hazri’. He did silat movements without being awkward. Shocked all. Najib is known to be brave, but his silat science so far only ‘pubarta’ doang. Hit just ask. No one's ever seen him dance like that. Nimble like his hero. Obviously a hotshot for the fact that Hazri was dancing there.

Hazri smiles. Standing up, he continued to play Najib. The inner power is transferred, dep. Najib swerved once, then remained stiff. Both of his hands were straight down a bit forward. ‘Rogo Sukmo’. Slowly, Najib's hands whitened to the elbow, until it was felt enough by Hazri. Not silver at all. Romi. The others were silent.

“Hold the board...,” says ‘Najib’ to his men.

Hazri mesem in heart, she was the one who spoke just now.

Two of Najib's men held the board to each other

“Yang strong...,” says ‘Najib’ again. Both of them held her tightly and held her down with their ponies.

Najib swerved and placed both palms on the wide teak board. Smoke from the hand patch. Then, it gets smokier until the board breaks down to form a palm hole. Black neat edges.

“Hah..?” the audience was amazed.

Plank placed. Dep... Hazri transfers the power within again. ‘Rogo Kumitir’ now. Red turns red, keeps blushing. Simply, Hazri moves Najib to bang his hands over his head. Jleb.., ray blitz ‘giant’ it. Even during the day, still sharp snatch the eyes.

Shocked by the audience, many were strangled. Many also fell.

Jlab, jlab, twice more. The audience again suffocated.

It's been. Hazri puts on a show. Dep, dep dep...., three balls of deep energy energy are sent into Najib's body to replace his depleted physical energy before ‘Cakra Buana’ is withdrawn. If not replaced guaranteed lunglai ‘bonek’ Najib it. Along with his gift, the Purshid made Najib have no desire to talk about what had just been affixed to him. Najib will be quiet purely about this, it is impossible to coo because ‘rasi’ has been taken again by the Mursyid. All this with his permission.

“Wah, did not expect Bang Najib.” exclaimed a man.

“Great Bang Najib..,” timpal others.

Let them praise their boss. Najib smiled purely, not commenting. He doesn't understand, it feels like in the middle between there and nothing. It says there is, nothing; it says there is none, there is.

Hazri smiles too. Romi. He did not believe Najib could do all that. Hazri must have made it. But, he held strong sense of wanting to ask this. Will be shed if the time is right.

“Where? That's enough, right?” ask Hazri to the audience.

“Iya, Bang. Thank you,” Kuncrit who-answered, represented the others.

“Jib..,” call Hazri. Najib approaches.

With a smile Hazri looked for a moment at the face of his men. It was his will, the holy speck of discipleship and Hazri was embedded in Najib through his inner energy. May be blessed by Him. From Him back to Him. Hazri realizes with all her sense that she has no right to admit anything.

“Kukira quite yes. Later tonight, God willing, see you again,” said Hazri.

Najib nodded.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said the Mursyid slowly.

“Wa’alaikum salam,” sahut Najib slowly as well. Only he's telling. Then, it was a shock to myself why it could be so.

Hazri moved after putting her bag on her shoulder.

Romi followed while shaking his head....