Way Home
109. surprise

They also kept approaching. Suddenly Hazri gasped at the man standing handsomely around his waist in the front yard facing home. Faruq was next to him. It seemed like they were discussing the shape of this wooden house. “Subhanallah, Haji Sultonkah?” muttered Hazri slowly.

Fahmi turned, “What, Zri?”

Hazri shook her head, but the reflexes of her footsteps quickened. Fahmi and Firmanto.

“Yaa Allah, Mr. Haji.?” hazri muttered a bit loudly after Haji Sulton's face was seen from the side. It also appears there Huda and Komeng were chatting with Romi on the bench of the yard. All facing the house. “Subhanallah...”

“Zri? What's up?” ask Fahmy again.

“They're my family, Cak..” replied Hazri quickly. Footsteps are getting faster, Fahmi understood.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Haji..!” call Hazri from the fence.

All looking. “Wa’alaikum greetings.”.

“Yes Allah, my son..!” exclamation Sulton. “Munah! Umi...!” shouted again. Without hesitation, he ran to meet Hazri who rushed towards him. They also hugged tightly. No words, just a spill of feelings. Direct flood of tears ‘bombay’ in situ. Like in Indian films.

Maemunah and Hafsah emerge from the house, followed by Siti, Ria, Ami, and Reni. Reni...?

“Ya-Allah, my son.., my son..,” said Maemunah was broken. He ran there with his old feet. Seeing her mother, Hazri releases a hug from Haji Sulton and welcomes her mother. “Emak...,” said faltered.

The flood of tears is getting worse. Hazri doesn't want to let go of her mother. Continue to be approached while being admired with full longing. Umi, Siti, Ria who is pregnant, and Reni shed tears. So did Ami who stood holding Fia who was confused to see her father crying. Haji Sulton, Huda, and Komeng stared at the nanar full of novelty. Not to miss Faruq, although not to know the real question. An ordinary kangen that has been around for too long.

Unfortunately, Udin was not there because he could not get leave from his superiors. He's the principal now, a lot of responsibility. Hazri's niece is also not coming because it's not on school holidays. There was a grandmother from her father who took care of her while there.

The other with Romi. Over there he stared intently at each other with Fahmi and Firmanto. Of course Fahmi still remembers the face of Romi, especially Firmanto who is still active service. Seeing Fahmi approaching him, Romi stepped forward. No one noticed this as all were being stunned by the ongoing family scene. Firmanto had even secretly prepared his pistol tucked under his arm. Like a detective in a western movie.

“What are you doing here?” ask Fahmi.

“What are you doing?” reply Romi ketus.“Don't follow!” Romi glared at Firmanto.

Of course Firmanto upset treated so, he will push forward.

“Bare you?! Come out!” gertak Romi's.

“Retreat, Fir,” says Fahmi. “It's my business.”

“Siap,” Firmanto was back, but not far.

“I asked you, Romi, what are you doing here?” ask Fahmy again.

“I asked you too, Fahmi, what are you doing here?” romi won't lose.

Fahmi breathed. “I studied to Ki Mahmud Tidar.”

“Hah?” shocked Romi. “Same. I am also studying with Haji Mahmud.”

They stared at each other again.

“When are you feeling good?” ask Fahmi, all of you test Romi's confession. If you don't know, it means lying.

“A month ago. You?”

Fahmi breathed again. “Barusan earlier...”

Suddenly the two were surprised, looking in the same direction. Just now Hazri's voice was heard right in each other's ears. “Don't fight, you brethren. Remember, everything He...,” looks there Hazri smiles looking at them.

Fahmi and Romi looked at each other again. Romi who started to open a smile, then Fahmi also replied while sticking out his hand. They shake hands. Close and tightening, finally embrace each other. “I'm sorry, General,” Romi said slowly. “Sama-sama, Thugs,” greets Fahmi while patting Romi's shoulder; who is patted with small laughs.

It is Firmanto....

It seems that the tears of longing have subsided. Followed by all his family, Hazri walks over to Fahmi. Knowing himself, Fahmi also moved to meet.

“Pak Haji, this is my brother, Brigadier General of Police Fahmi Putra.” Hazri introduces the General to his family, through Haji Sulton.

“Purnawirawan...,” continued Fahmi smiling while sticking out his hand.

Shocked all. Everyone knows the name Fahmi Putra. The police commander who chased Hazri. But, Haji Sulton quickly mastered himself. “Sulton's. His uncle Haz..., uh, Mahmud..” he said as he shook Fahmi's hand. Almost just now. Fahmi just smiled. I don't think he knows maybe.

Then, one by one, Hazri's family introduced themselves. When Maemunah, long time he shook Fahmi's hand. Not talking, just looking fixed on the face of the retired high-ranking police officer with a friendly smile. Fahmi smiled back while nodding. I don't know what each has in mind.

Hazri also introduces Firmanto. He called it a tough, dedicated cop. Firmanto was also praised so in front of many people. Fahmi mesam-mesem only, Umar ‘Romi’ Khathab grimaces.

After the general introduction, Hazri asked for time to receive her guests waiting at the stilt house over there. The stage house was deliberately made for a place to receive general guests. Partial task ‘Bumi’.

Not long before Hazri found how many guests it seems the one-family troupe. Moments later, Hazri escorts her guests to the fence. It seems that the family's affairs have been cooled. It has been achieved mutual understanding between the parents and the girl. At the boundary of the fence, they all took turns to greet and kiss the hands of the Murshid again before leaving to ride the motorbike. After that, Hazri went to the patio. There, Sulton, Huda, Fahmi, Faruq, and Romi were talking. Komeng and Firmanto were hanging out under the mango tree with Juki. I admire the guy Tuyi seems to.

“Who was it, Haz.... uh, Mud?” ask Sulton.

Faruq. From that time Haji Sulton this booklet continues to call the name Mahmud.

“Guests, Mr. Haji. Family issues.”

“Incouple?” ask Fahmi.

“Yes that. Ordinary, young man. Pellet memelet.”

All are well-known mangosteen.

Faruq. Is it not back? If the choice is between Hazri and Mahmud, which is more suitable to be the slang name of Hazri. Different thin anyway. But, never mind, what matters is clear to him now.

Sulton, Huda, Fahmi, and Romi smile.

“This, Mr. Umar.., the story wants to make a goat farm here, Mr. Fahmi. Already looking for locations assisted Mr. Ustadz..,” chirped Hazri again.

Fahmi's turn is crinkled. From earlier it happened that no one had mentioned the name of Umar because Romi was passive in this forum. Just listen. He feels there is still disconnect between Fahmi and Hazri family. Take good care of your mouth. Now it can be opened. “My original name is Umar Khathab, Mr. Fahmi. Romi's a slang name, hehehe.

Fahmi. “So, all this time I cheated ya?”

The others laughed. Equally understand. Faruq also understood this connection because Fahmi was a former police officer and Romi once called himself a former thug, although he did not say his right hand Hazri ‘sang Mursyid’ Tiger.

The conversation continues. Just the light ones..

Not long after, Fahmi asked to resign. After shaking hands with everyone, the General left Hazri's house. Just like that, Hazri and Fahmi walk together. Firmanto followed behind them. Hazri carries a box of Kochiro samurai. Fahmi wanted to ask, but was very reluctant. Then, I don't know why he doesn't want to ask anymore.

“Sack, want to know where me and Day fight?” hazri asked as they entered the fence of the cubicle.

Fahmi. “Where?”

“Here. In that house...,” Hazri pointed to her room house.

“Hah?” Fahmi. “In situ?”

Hazri nodded.

They stopped in front of the house. Fahmi looked at the cubicle house he had entered when he came. Firmanto stood there, near the car. Hazri sighed and smiled.

“Many thought that coincidence existed. There was never such a thing as coincidence. Everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen has been established. I met Cak in the front parking lot of the store twenty-five years ago is no coincidence. I was hiding from Cak in the last years, no coincidence. I'm standing here with Cak right now isn't a coincidence at all. What will happen to each of us next, is also not a coincidence. There are no coincidences, Cak, there are only His Nature and Iradat. There is only Him..,” said Hazri slowly.

Fahmi.

“So much with his sababiah, the cause. I met Day, I did business with Day, I killed Day, and so on, and so on, it wasn't a coincidence. It's no coincidence why I'm me and Cak is Cak. Why am I not Cak and Cak is me? Who can we choose? Who are we entitled to protest? I'm here Cak over there, I'm there Cak over here. Here and there and everywhere, it's the same. Dia.”

Fahmi nodded again, his smile cracking. They looked at each other for a moment, then hugged each other tightly. “Dzikir Light, Cak, do not escape..,” whispered the Mursyid. “Iya...,” replied Fahmi steady.

Hazri opened the box. “This samurai from Mister Kochiro. He sent it to me when Day was not clear to the Yakuza. I think it's good for decoration in Cak's house. Not suitable on display here, hehehe..”.

Fahmi observed the sword. “This is so good, Zri. Sharp two sides yes?”

Hazri explains why. Fahmi nodded as well.

“Make me this?”

“Yes, if Cak wants.”

Fahmi breathed. “Thank you, Ki Mahmud Tidar.

Hazri smiled.

Next to the vehicle....

Firmanto just put the box in the trunk.

“Pak Firmanto, I am indeed not Mahmud...,” Hazri said unexpectedly.

Firmanto. Fahmi too.

Hazri smiles. “I Hasanuddin Azhari. Mr. Firmanto knows him as Hazri, or Hazri Tiger.”

Along with this speech, the Tuyi suddenly appeared, flew down a swoop and instantly alighted on the right shoulder of the Disciple. Kruook. “Hahaha. .., where are you Tuyi?” ask Hazri. Kruook.....

“Whose cage is it?” Fahmi. There, he had not seen.

“My knees...,” replied Hazri. “Tuyi...,” Hazri told her bird to fly to Fahmi. Tuyi obeyed. Fahmi chuckled at the tame knee perched on his shoulder. After kruook kruook several times, the Tuyi moved to Firmanto's shoulders. This police star laughed softly while nodding.

“Fir, I am retired, but I can still make you suffer. Only we know this. I tell you, he is now my teacher, my spiritual guide.” Fahmi points to Hazri. “If it leaks, it means you!”

“Siap.”

“Hahaha.... Not so, Cak. First, who knows not just us, hahaha.... Second, I said no to nothing. Not for fear of being caught, fear of being caught, and so on. I said because I know Mr. Firmanto is curious. From my mind, I'll tell you. There's no problem. His sababiah is so, in fact He is. Is there anything else? Hahaha.”.

Fahmi.

“Siap, Mr. Haji. I understand...,” said Firmanto.

Hazri smiles. “Whatever you mean understand said Mr. Firmanto, do not be a burden. I am a free man, Mr. Fahmi and Mr. Firmanto are the same. Because I am free, I do not want to take away other human freedoms. No matter what happens, it should happen. Don't be confused ya.”

“Ready, Sir,” Firmanto said.

“Hahaha.... It's up to Mr. Firmantolah, hahaha.”.

Firmanto grinned, Fahmi chuckled. The Tuyi kruook kruook then performed several times and then flew into the clouds....

A moment later, the ‘Mabes Polri’-stretched black sedan on its rear glass crept down.