Way Home
104.Tiger old nest

“Live to Banguntapan, Bang?” romi asked in the car, moments after they drove. Stay Isuzu Panther and stay deep blue. Just change the latest model. Touring now.

“Take a look at Zilfa's house first,” Hazri replied while twisting the prayer beads.

In addition to telling stories about the Goddess, Romi also tells about the life of Zilfa. Hazri herself asked him to tell her a story. Romi was a little surprised but he understood the condition of his best friend and big boss.

Romi nodded. It was when he woke up he wanted to shoot about Najib. There was a time because it was far away. But, because Zilfa's house was not too far from there, he first held back his desire to ask.

The Panther continued to go, until it finally stopped at the edge of the road of the two segments.

“That's his house, Bang.” Romi pointed to the two-story mansion that was across the street.

Hazri watched for a moment and then sighed. Soon, a small sedan was about to enter the house and its horn barked lightly twice. Zilfa was driving that car. Yes, Hazri sees Zilfa happy. Seen from the hue of his face. Even if Hazri knows that. A security guard opened the gate, the car moved in. Then the door was pulled back shut.

“Hehehe...,” Romi chuckles to himself in the car.

Hazri. “Why?”

“Beautiful once, Bang..”.

Hazri.

“If you want, let me pack. Receive on-site.”

Hazri laughs. “Rom, looks like he's happy. Not good to disturb it. And, after I lived deeply, it turns out that life is not just about that. Not about everything, except one thing.”

“What is that one, Bang?”

“Meet the way home...” Hazri sighed deeply, her little heart rebelling a little. I want him to come down and say hello to Zilfa. However, he soon realized everything he had returned to the Owner of the World, the Holder of the Heart.

Romi was confused. “Way back to where?”

“Go back to your old home.”

“My house in Ambon? Home means?”

Hazri laughed again. “Ya, afterlife village.”

Romi is confused. “Where is the afterlife?”

Hazri smiles. “Already. Later if you are ready.”

“Only now can't?”

Hazri shook her head while still smiling. “Must have the knowledge first.”

Mangosteen romi. “Should be high huh?”

Hazri nodded.

“Kayak si Najib earlier.?” romi fishing rods.

Hazri was also broken.

Because Romi insisted on asking for an explanation about Najib's ‘kewir’, Hazri also revealed what it was

“Ooh. So, Najib can't make that one more time?” ask Romi.

Hazri.

“Turns again only Brother can?”

Should have nodded, but Hazri shook her head.

“Lho? Means there's something else?”

Now just nod.

“Who, Bang?”

“Principles of Beret. Hahaha..”.

“Ah, Brother. That's a real bluff. I'm sorry I said. Consumables, demands situations and conditions..”.

“Nothing. Just relax. Thankfully, no one asked for proof?”

Romi shook his head while laughing. “Trust them.”

“As I said before, Rom, if I could, I would have passed that knowledge down to you. I won't hesitate. But it can't be from the sonna. Must be blood on me, my descendant. It's just the male, the female also can't.”

Mangosteen romi.

“Maybe stop at me like this science. My daughter.”

“Hah? Brother have kids?” shocked Romi.

“I haven't told you what?” Hazri also just regained consciousness.

Romi.

After sighing, Hazri tells the story of his life in Tidar. Romi. “So, Brother lives in the house that we used to wear?”

Hazri nodded. “After marriage I moved. My house is now at the foot of the mountain. Silent, there are no neighbors until now. Home Day it remains I maintain.”

Romi. “Means the time I went there Brother hasn't come yet huh?”

“You've been there?”

Romi nodded. “Tomi Bearings. There is no brother, the house is also still closed not care. Si Tomi had time to mengebakso in the market there when he returned home.”

Hazri laughs. She used to imagine Tomi eating meatballs at her meatball shop Kang Pardi. It turns out it happened before. Tomi is a meatball maniac, in addition to a chicken whiz and a looting specialist.

“When are you coming, Rom?”

“There have been three times, but all hasn't been a year since the events of Klaten,”

Hazri. “I just got there two and a half years later. If you do not meet.”

“But, Bang..,” Romi stopped his speech, weighing.

“I know. I'm telling you, just so long as you believe me. Because, this is the story like a fairy tale.” said Hazri who can guess what his men want to ask.

Romi nodded.

Hazri also tells the story of ‘his captivity’ in Tidar.

Romi is again. “So, so many years Abang stuck there can not go out?”

Hazri smiles. “But, now can, right?”

Romi. “Busyet, lama. Who the hell is holding that back? Brother's own feelings or what?”

“That held me back, that freed me...”.

Romi's distraught. “Wah dizzy me kayak's words of pearl. It's just..., who, Bang?”

“Dia.”

“Who is he?”

Romi bobbing heads. Not understanding at all.

“Already, Rom. Just accept it first. Must be with his knowledge anyway.”

Romi has surrendered. Panther has retraced Solo-Jogja Road, Banguntapan ahead there. Hazri sighed inwardly as the vehicle entered the road to her former boarding house. What is that house like now? Romi said it's taken care of, but what's it like?

And, hang on Tiger. The nest turned out to be really well taken care of. Ornamental plants in front of beautifully colorful flowering. No dull impression at all. Beautiful first. Hazri turned to her best friend, Romi chuckled.

Tin... Horn ringing. The gate was opened.

Climbing Hazri. Kang Tejo. Without waiting for the car to come in, he got off first and immediately hugged his gardener. Tejo who looked older but still fresh was stunned and cried as much as he could.

“How are you, Kang? Everything okay?” greet Hazri.

Tejo could not answer yet, continuing to sob while holding his master. While waiting for Hazri at Zilfa's place, Romi contacted Tejo by phone, asking him to prepare the house because an important guest was coming. But, don't tell me Hazri's coming. Hence Tejo's surprise weight.

“Den..., yes Allah, Den...,” said Tejo a moment ago as he pleased again.

Hazri takes her gardener to sit on the front porch chair. As before, nothing has changed there. Romi looked at them, moved by him as well. Without interrupting the martyrdom of the two, he went into the house to drink.

Adzan maghrib sayup-sayup.

“Mang, I pray first yes..” says Hazri.

“Aden want to pray?” Tejo nodded, then smiled. “Akang follow ah..”

“Come..”

After ablution, they also prayed together in the house. Hazri becomes a priest because Tejo refuses. While sitting, Romi looked at the ‘ activities of Islam’. Interested in the truth, but do not know what it is and how.

“Where to eat, Kang?” ask Romi after Tejo prayers.

“I ordered it, Den. Later delivered here he said,” Tejo replied.

“Ooh.... Yes udah.”

“Mbok Ijah how, Kang? Alright?” hazri asked as they sat back on the front porch.

“Already dead, Den. Not long after Aden left.”

“Mbok Ijah..?”

Tejo nodded.

“Sick?”

Tejo shook his head. “It's time. The death of the dawn prayer, on the prayer mat. Somehow the new guy was found out with his son. Presumed moderate, sleeping.”

Hazri's eyes glazed over, “Allah..” her sigh slowly.

Silent moment.

“Kang Tejo is fine, right?” ask Hazri later.

“Good, Den. Good everything. Capital from Aden I used to buy stalls in the market. Until now Akang's wife is the youngest trade there.”

“Alhamdulillah..,” says Hazri.

“Den Romi also gives salary to Akang every month.

“Oya?” Hazri saw Romi standing over there.

Romi just whines.

“Not scared, Kang? The original villain Iho he was..” joked Hazri.

Tejo chuckles. Especially this master?

“Eh, what is it?” Hazri had just noticed a mound of closed objects that Romi was pointing at. “Motor Tigerku yes?”

“Hahaha..,” Romi laughs. He seems to be standing there intentionally.

Hazri is approaching. Tejo. They pulled the lid off.

“Hahaha..,” Hazri's turn to laugh happily. True it turns out, even though now the paint has been replaced Grey. “Still able to live no?”

“Try it..,” challenge Romi. “Kang, get the key.”

Tejo went inside the house for a while. “This, Den.”

Hazri rode on her beloved iron horse with a smile. The ignition key is plugged, impelled by the stater of his feet. Hazri grins. Gruumm. “Hahaha.., Thanks, Rom. Hahaha...,” is glad that he knows that his steed is still alive.

“But, sorry this, Bang, I made it gray. Because, I think gray is the least likely color for Hazri Tiger car,” Romi said.

“Hahaha..,” Hazri laughs again.

“Not about, Rom. I like gray now.”

“The number is also changed. His letters are all this.”

“oya? Whose name?”

“Borrow Kang Tejo's name. Let his ID be for life.”

“Hahaha..,” Hazri. “Good, good..,” said. Salute that Romi can still take care of that amid the frenzy of his search.

Hazri looks at the engine and Hazri and Romi are also excited to talk Motor Tiger. Although he did not understand, Tejo joined the crowd.

“Who took care of this, Rom? Okay once the machine?”

“The workshop guy, I tell you to come here once a month. Confused also he, what would be checked the car people also never come out, hahaha.... Yes already, most glued-lap aja.”

“Never taken running at all this?”

“Even how many times. Not far, just to Gunung Kidul. More yes stay at home waiting for Brother to come.”

Hazri sees the kilometer record. Still ninety-six thousand. Last time he stayed in that position.

“Kang Tejo do not use this motor to walk?” ask Hazri to Tejo.

“No dare, Den.Congratulate to wear it. Yes, if Akang manasin just the vibration of the machine is very sleek, like ‘truk’,”

“Hahaha.., named tuh truck, Bang.”

Hazri laughed too. “Kang Tejo who manasin his machine?”

Tejo nodded. “Iya every day. Den Romi said it should be,”

“If the gasoline runs out how?” ask Hazri again.

“The repairman who was fretting, brought his motorbike to the gas station. Rarely, Den, it's over. At least three months once.”

Hazri nodded with satisfaction. Engine's off, enough.

“Thank you, Rom,” he said once again.

Romi nodded.