Way Home
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Bored also finally Hazri circled the city of Solo. Maybe almost all roads in this city have been explored since dawn. After noon, after stopping for soto at a roadside stall, he took his car to Klaten. Normal speed so as not to attract attention. On the roadside border area Solo-Klaten he saw signpost ‘home contracted’. Hazri stopped looking at the house from the car. Small, but clean looking. There is a distance to the neighboring house because there is empty land on the left and right side of the house. Looks like a freshly harvested peanut farm.  Still scattered leaves and stems.

Hazri's interested. He wore a wig and a fake mustache and got out of the car to the house. The owner is an old widow. Not far behind this house. The chat ended up being Hazri contracted for six months, though the fall was more expensive than a full year. It doesn't matter that. Hazri paid the cash and immediately entered the house that was ready to live and has been cleaned. There is a bathroom, there is a kitchen. Bed, closet, and desk chairs are also available. A complete package is more than enough for him in this situation.

Hazri had just finished her bath and was about to fall down when a phone came in from Romi. He reported that Jogja was in an uproar. Fahmi's press release was already airing on the television noon news. Unfortunately, Hazri's photo was also clearly displayed in the news. Probably taken from SIM data in the police. The situation is particularly vulnerable to Hazri and Kopen as a whole.

“Abang where now?” ask Romi.

“Clatents. Not far off Solo...,” replied Hazri.

“Can I get there?”

“Don't now, Rom, you better observe first the situation of Jogja. Later tonight we find a place to meet.”

“Good, Bang.”

“News from friends?”

“Should Simon meet me, he's fine. Bagas is okay too. Tomi who hasn't gone nongol. I'll try to call him again, Bang.”

Hazri. “If children how?”

“Safe, as long as there is nothing. I told them to go first away from Jogja, easily later back again if it was conducive to the situation. Bagas told the story as well as to his men. Tomi's race is the same. But, there are Berets who remain on standby in Jogja, who knows we need people.”

“OK, nice it.”

“What time do we meet, Bang?”

“Let me call again, let's see the situation first.”

“Friends invited all?”

“It's better not to be then, just the two of us. Let's not pay attention.”

“Good, Bang. I unplug first..”.

“Be careful, Rom.”

Finish it, Hazri pondered. His body was tired, his head was throbbing. Since yesterday he had not slept, in the inn earlier could not sleep. Voltage ‘Cakra Buana’ is allowed a little to one-eighth of the inner power. Hazri lay down on the bed, rubbing her face. He wants to sleep first, so sleep him...

Maghrib had just woken up. It feels pretty good now his body. HP checked, there was an incoming SMS from Udin asking about the situation. Hazri called her sister-in-law.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Cak..,” saya Udin.

“Yes, Din. How's it going in there? The siti? Mommy?” ask Hazri.

“Alhamdulillah here is fine. Precisely we want to ask the situation Cak there?”

“Yes, I'm fine here.”

Silent moment.

“Cak, earlier on TV we see.ini Siti want to say,” Udin handed HP to his wife.

Hazri closed her eyes, sighing. It has arrived Jombang apparently news of the incident in Jogja today.

“Cak, what's there..?” The one who spoke began to sob his voice.

“Dek, I can't lie to you. That's what happened here.”

Now Siti is really crying. “But, Cak is okay, right?”

“No, it's okay..” replied Hazri gently. “Emak how, Deck?”

“There is here. Mak, Cak Hazri wants to talk..” Siti hands HP to her mother who sits stuck nearby. Maemunah was the first to notice the news on television this afternoon. He was watching television alone at home at the time. Udin teaches, Siti in her restaurant.

“Hazri...,” greet Maemunah slowly. “How are you doing, Cah good?”

Hazri's heart was slightly slashed. Imagine the state of Mom when she knew she was in the television news this afternoon. “I'm fine, Mak.”

“Emak want to ask, is it true news on TV?”

Hazri fell silent, it was hard for her to answer.

“Jawab as it is, Nak.”

While complaining in the heart Hazri pu replied. “True, Mak..”

Silent moment. Maemunah started to sob. What he had been worried about had finally happened as well. Hazri can only silence him. It was better for him to fight a hundred men like Day than to see his mother cry.

“Emak, can only pray and be careful, son. Remember Allah, pray..” message Maemunah finally.

Maemunah handed the HP back to Siti.

“Cak, do not get why.. anyway I do not want to hear Cak why-why...” said Siti. His voice is still heard.

“Iya. Deck. You, Mum, and Udin just calm down there. Let me settle this matter as soon as possible.”

“Really yes? Promises. Anyway, don't get why. If it's okay, just go home here. No need to be in Jogja anymore.”.

“Iya, Deck.”

“Ya already, Cak. Careful..”

“Hmm. Tell me about Udin, please take care of Mom. Tell me if there's anything, I'll go home when it's all done.”

“Iya. Wassalamu’alaikum.”.

“Hmm..”

Hazri throws HP on the bed. Sumpek was right on his feelings. Sort of problems like suddenly tumplek blek into his head. Gather together there, screaming for a way out. Hazri lit a cigarette and sucked it deep. What's he supposed to do now? I don't know... And yet I have no shadow. It was as if the sky was black. Darkened.

Suddenly the door of the house was knocked.

Hazri gasps to check ‘Rogo Swara’ review, safe not a threat coming.

“Before...,” says Hazri. He immediately put on his fake wig and mustache, then opened the door. It turns out that Ms. Endang, the owner of the house.

“Aduh, sorry to bother Mas Arif. I was here, but I think Mas Arif is resting, so I'm here again now.

He brought her a glass of warm orange and a plate of cake. Hazri claimed to be named Arif, according to the ID card ‘abal-abal’ shown to Bu Endang when he wanted to contract this house.

“Wah, why bother like this, Ma'am.” Hazri.

“Not bothered. Drinking water only.”

“I received yes, Mom. Thank you very much. Oh yes, I saw in the corner of the room there was a TV antenna cable..,” Hazri fishing.

“Oo yes, Mas, there is a TV only I keep at home. But small, which is fourteen inches. Want paired?”

“If again not used with mother, it can also. Let's not deserted.”

“Can, can, Mas Arif. I'll get you.”

“Let me help, Mom..”

“No need, Mas, let it be the same as Sukri.”

After feeling quite pleasantries, Bu Endang also returned to his home. Hazri's waiting. Not long after, a skinny young man came to bear the television. Hazri invites Sukri to pair the TV, help a little. Then, the TV managed to turn on. The picture is pretty clear. Sukri is happy to get tired money, Hazri is happy to get information.

As much as Sukri, Hazri immediately hangs out in front of the TV, looking for news while waiting to meet Romi. A television station is preparing to broadcast the press release of AKBP Fahmi Putra.

Hazri.

“He is known by the name Hazri Tiger, the head of the Kopen gang,”

Hazri seriously...

“We will continue to pursue it..,” said Fahmi.

Keep listening.

“Until when, sir, until when..?” ask the reporters.

“Until caught. Enough yes, sorry.please apologize. I have to get back to work..” Fahmi said again.

Hazri grunted annoyedly. Four keywords were obtained. Hazri Tiger, Kopen, continues to chase, until caught. That's what Hazri holds from Fahmi's speech. As a fellow East Java man, he understands Fahmi is not playing games. Thirty-nine of his men were killed, eleven seriously wounded. A great deal. Hazri looked down inside. Sapri and Ajay's faces flashed.

Hazri again looked at the television screen which showed a reporter passing on the information she got to the audience.

“Zilfa...?” hazri lirih said.

The pair of diamond eyeballs were clearly visible to Hazri among the crowd of reporters. Suddenly a very cool liquid flowed in his heart. Not fast or slow. A cool morning dew...

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