Way Home
59. meet back

It's been three days Hazri ‘holiday’ in Madiun, staying at a small inn. He only realized his HP was not in place when he stopped to eat at a pantura roadside warteg when heading to Madiun yesterday first. Seems to have been hit by bullets. Crushed, which stuck tied around the waist only a few leather gloves. The problem is, Hazri doesn't memorize Romi or Tomi numbers, neither do Udin and Siti. Not even a note exists. Like a single bull he is now. Wild male buffalo separated from the herd....

Yesterday Hazri entered the market that he and Haji Sulton used to frequent to send orders of rempeyek and copra, look around the situation. There is not much change in this market compared to when he first arrived here twelve years ago. Only now it looked more lively and more presentable. There are some new buildings, maybe offices, the gardens also look fresher and slick. However, Hazri is generally not pangling.

While circling in the market environment, Hazri sees the padang restaurant where he was invited to eat by Haji Sulton before leaving for Jogja. Still there the location, only now the place is bigger and grander. Looks like this restaurant business is advancing. Hazri came in. After the meal, he wondered to the restaurant owner about Haji Sulton. Maybe this father knows.

“It has been almost four years Haji Sulton did not stop by here, who holds his business truck now Haji Huda, his son-in-law.

“Haji Huda..?” Hazri mutters.

“Yes, Haji Huda. If you are going to Madiun and the market here, he must eat here,”

“My spawn is about that Hajj Huda, Sir?”

Sabri watched Hazri for a moment. “Yes, this piece. How many months ago he ate here with his wife. Eemm, if it's not wrong her name is Miss Ria. His eldest daughter Pak Haji Sulton.” Sabri asked Haji Huda's wife's name to his wife who was sitting at the cashier's desk. “Iya, Ms. Ria..” replied to his wife.

“Haji Huda, Ms. Ria..,” Hazri muttered while grimacing.

“Father knows Haji Huda?” ask Sabri.

Hazri nodded. “Bu Raya also.”

Sabri.

“Maybe Mr Sabri know, about Haji Huda truck comes not close this time?” ask Hazri.

“Wah, I don't know for sure, but I briefly asked..,” Sabri approached a visitor to his restaurant dressed in the uniform of a market employee. Talk for a moment and then come back. “If according to the description will not be here for long he said. Maybe a few more days until.”

Hazri smiled happily. “Kangen also I same Haji Huda. Can I send a message to Haji Huda when I arrive later?”

“Please, Sir, I'll convey.”

Hazri asks for a piece of paper. Hazri wrote down her new HP number purchased yesterday and the short message read, 'I challenged the venerable Mr. Haji Huda, to a quick coconut tree climb again. If brave....Your larm's best friend,'

Sabri laughed reading the message. “You made a surprise, sir? How long have you not seen Haji Huda?”

“Twelve years. Twelve years ago, I ate here with Haji Sulton”, Hazri said.

“Oo yes?” Sabri was happy.

Hazri nodded. “If not mistaken you yourself who served that time.”

“Oo yes..?” Sabri was happy.

Hazri laughed a little. “Ya already, sir, I say goodbye first. Can I have this business card?” Hazri picks up a business card that Sabri has provided for her restaurant promotion.

“Please, Sir, please. Later the message will be conveyed to Haji Huda.”

Hazri repays her food, shakes hands with Sabri and leaves immediately. Back to the inn.

“Bu, here's a message for Haji Huda,” Sabri handed the message to his wife.

“From who, Sir?” ask wife.

“Lah, forgot I asked his name. Already, just give it to Haji Huda.”

Sabri's wife nodded. Hazri's message paper was plugged into a message board hanging near the cashier's desk. People often message at this restaurant, for various purposes.

This might mean? Hazri muttered inwardly as she returned to the inn. Almost five years ago, Hazri had met Haji Sulton at Siti's wedding with Udin. “Plate you, Hazri, the eldest..” Haji Sulton interrupted his speech. Hazri laughed at the time, thinking Hazri Sulton was insinuating her that Siti was stepping over. ‘Damn you, Huda, lucky this time you.’ He also smiled faintly.

Mr. Sabri also said that Haji Sulton's business is growing rapidly. Now not only has dozens of trucks, Haji Sulton also has a ship to send his copra. And Haji Huda who often carry this ship, therefore Haji Huda is rarely seen in Madiun market. Drought sail.

Hazri stopped for a while at a big store. Buy food, soft drinks, cigarettes, and toiletries. Coincidentally near there is a shirt shop, he bought a few pieces because his remaining is no longer concerned about the shape and smell. Some newspapers were bought from a boy who sold newspapers and magazines.

There is no news from Huda today. As you have seen, Hazri sleeps in her room listening to the TV news and reading the newspaper. Since yesterday, meaning the day after the incident, news of the police ambush on the Kopen frontman in Jogja dominated the television crime scene. Newspapers that were bought yesterday and those today do not want to lose tell it. Hazri's photo is plastered, still old. Slightly engineered, taped beard, sideburns, and whiskers. But it was even more different from the original. As before, almost all TV channels play back and forth Fahmi's press release. In the show, the face of the police officer is full of small wounds due to the lunge of sand bullets. Throw up because of that event.

Hazri looked down sad, about her feelings. A television channel has just re-broadcast the news of the death of a Kopen member at Giwangan morning market. Hazri already knew about the incident from yesterday's paper. But grief is still running low. He looked at the Kopeng jacket hanging on the door of his room. Had Kopeng not given the jacket to him, perhaps....

Hazri was stuck. lowered her head. Exhausted faces Ajay, Sapri, Simon, Bagas, Kuncrit, Kopeng, appear alternately. Slowly, the clear grains of tears fell down. “Ya Allah. ..,” her moans are pliable. Unknowingly he called the name of God whose gap had been neglected for so long..

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Five days Hazri had been staying at this inn. Unlike Jogja and Solo, Madiun's situation felt lighter for him. Although aware that the police here are also looking for him, but not as tight as there. Since arriving, ‘Rogo Swara’ has never been fast. Kalem-kalem only. Without diminishing his vigilance, Hazri chose to stay in place. Moving around in a ‘aman’ situation like this is even riskier. After all, he did not understand the city of Madiun, even strayed to the police station.

Then it's the fourth day since Hazri sent Sabri a message. There was no news from Huda yet. The plan is later in the afternoon he wants to go to the market, look at the situation and have lunch at Sabri restaurant. It's only half ten now. Hazri was sitting around watching TV, wasting time. Same with the criminal headlines. About that Jogja.

Suddenly HP rang. Since it was purchased, Hazri has just told Sabri her number via a message to Huda. Means this call from Sabri or Huda. Hazri sees the number calling, apparently, not the phone number of Sabri's padang restaurant. Well, here it is...

“Hallo..,” Hazri say hello. The voice in gallant.

“Assalaaa...mu'alaikuummm..,” reply there, tight and carefree: “Where? I accept the challenge, hahaha. ..,” Huda laughs.

Hazri laughed too.

“Eh, Hud, Huda.., do not call Hazri. Call Arif only...,” he said reminded.

“Hahaha... Why, Rif? Scared?” canda Huda's. He already knows Hazri's profession in Jogja. Also know that now his old friend is being wrapped in a severe case. “You where, where?”

Hazri tells the inn where she's staying.

“Oke. Yeah, I'm going there. Wait yes...”

Hazri is waiting for Huda. The gun is tucked in his back, however he must remain vigilant. ‘Cakra Buana’ stand by. Half an hour later, the door of his room was knocked.

“Assalamu alaikum..,” heard Huda's voice.

Hazri did not reply, opening the door immediately.

“Hahaha...,” Huda laughed and immediately hugged Hazri whom he saw coming from behind the door. Hazri hugged back. Close-fitting.

Huda went into the room. Hazri locks the door while secretly checking through ‘Rogo Swara’ review, safe turns out.

“How are you, Zri...eh, Rif?” said Huda opening the chat.

“This...”.

“By Hazri or keep Arif I call him nih?”

Hazri grimacing. “It's up to you if it's here.”

“Arif only, let it be safe. All exercises.”

“Where, how? I want to hear your story.”

“You first.... Damn it, you got Ria, huh?”

Huda laughed again. “See, Rif, lucky me this. Suddenly Haji Sulton came to see me and asked me to be his son-in-law. Busyet, bengong me...”.

“Montong, Rif, Montong.

They're laughing.

“You know what Ria is like? Ever met?”

“Entertainment. Last time was Siti.”

“What do you think?” chase Huda.

Hazri grimacing. “Mantap..”.

“Well, directly tense my sister..”sambar Huda while patting slowly under her stomach. “Normal, right?”

“Hahaha. Keep on, you accept?”

“It. Bego the world of the afterlife if nolak.”

Hazri. “How many children have you?”

“Two, small ones just bulged a month ago.”

“Tokcer also you?”

“Hehehe..., Hud...”.

They laugh again.

“Haji Sulton how are you?” ask Hazri later.

“Again sickly lately. It's as old as possible, Rif.”

Hazri. “Umi?”

“Umi's good, that's it. Haji equals Umi a lot at home now, messing around with his grandson. Ratna is also married..”.

“Oo, already married her?”

Huda nodded. “There are Mojokerto people. If you want to follow, the closest Reni..” seriously Huda mention the name of the third daughter Haji Sulton.

“Ah, damn you..,” Hazri grimaces.

“Heee, don't know yet? Beautiful Reni now. Most beautiful among the five of them.”

“Believe..,” says Hazri. Reni has always been the most beautiful measles among the daughters of Haji Sulton. Just a kid at the time.

“So how? Kuurus here?” challenge Huda seriously.

“Crazy for you, Hud, no..,” Hazri kink.

“Wah, severe boss is Kopen..,” says Huda. “Eh, is it really Copen?”

Hazri nodded.

“Or, may you still be with Ria?” shoot Huda suddenly.

“Heh? Says who?” Hazri.

“Nah right.., exactly my guess, which said Haji Sulton would-be son-in-law did not come - it must be you, Rif. Aye, right? guess Huda is sure. Lips smile.

“You're Ngawur, Hud? The crazier you are.” Hazri grimaces.

“For sure you, definitely...,” muttered Huda nodded. “But, Ria equals Ratna late. Already, you're just like Reni. Okay?” lured again.

“Ngak ah...Repot me if you're my sister-in-law.” reply Hazri.

“Most Can be arranged it..,” Huda. “So?”

“Ngak.”

“Hah, lousy..,” Huda added whiny.

Hazri grinned a horse.

“Now it's your turn. Already married?” ask Huda directly.

Hazri.

“Married? Cook yet?”

Hazri laughs. “His marriage is not yet.”

“Well, so. Who believes the boss of the Kopen has not married. Ceritain dong?”

“What's reported?” Hazri chuckles.

“Halah, yes what is the name of the cake.... Cook the wedding?” reply Huda.

Hazri was still chuckling. “Goddess..,” she replied.

“Good also its name. Beautiful no?”

“Beauty said. A moment...,” Hazri took the agenda book from her bag. He kept some pictures of the Goddess there. “Nih..”.

“Busyet, sexy very...,” Huda glares at exclusive photos of Dewi snap studio. There the Goddess posed aduhai adorable. Especially for Hazri.

“Limit...,” Huda murmured involuntarily.

“Like what?” ask Hazri.

“Ngak...,” Huda replied quickly. Then, back to enjoying the photos.

“Already, already. Here...,” Hazri snatched her photos. “Then can forget your wife's child later.”

Huda grimacing. “Beauty, Rif, White. No friends?”

“What? Want to try?” Hazri smile. “Knowledge Haji Sulton fired you as his son-in-law. Flip bring color doang.”

“Hahaha. .,” Huda ngakak, “True, Original, kolor doang..” Hazri also laughed.

The conversation continues. Huda asks Hazri to tell his story until he can become the leader of the thugs and fugitives of the police now. At first Hazri was a bit disinclined, but because Huda forced her, she was finally willing.

“This is not a happy story, Hud, a lot of grief and tears. Do you really want to hear?” ask Hazri.

Huda nodded.