Way Home
60. next breakout

So Hazri also told me. Starting from leaving to Jogja take the Logawa train, become a student, hang out, become a parking attendant, meet thugs, become a thug leader, and so on. Huda diligently listened.

“What was it, Rif..., ‘Cakra.., what?” Huda asked. “Cakra Buana's. That's the inner part of my silat,” Hazri replied.

Huda. “So, is it true that you can science long-distance blows as well as disappear?”

Hazri smiled wryly. “Remote punch is it. The ‘Rogo Kumitir’, part of ‘Cakra Buana’. If it does not disappear. I can't disappear. Usually only ‘Bedhes Ngawang’...”

“What is ‘Bedhes Ngawang’?” chase Huda.

“Sort of science to lighten that body, Hud.”

“Shortly... Just sec. Rif. I'm asking you to be honest. Coconut tree climbing time you used to use ‘Bedhes Ngawang' no?” huda asked, his eyes glaring.

“Hehe.... Sorry. hehehe...”.

“Woo fast. Damn you..” Huda laughed.

They also laugh. “You know, Rif, after you left, I challenged all Haji Sulton employees to a coconut tree climbing fight. Lose all. If again rest in the garden, fad I nantangin kampung that I know, lose also them. Don't you think I can lose to you who's not a pinang climbing athlete? Just discovered now the puzzle. Twelve years. ... Damn it you...,” Huda keeps laughing.

“It. Sorry..”

“Accepted. How to?” ask Huda.

“What? My story?”

“Take.”

Hazri continued her story. Huda is back to serious. Got ripped off by his men's phone from the market. Huda gave the necessary briefing to his men, then again listened to the story of Hazri which felt more exciting. Hazri told me everything, including the bitter part of him when he was chased by the police and lost many of his men.

“That was the jacket of my men who died at the market this morning..,” Hazri pointed to the jacket of Kopeng hanging on the door of the room. “He was the last to meet me, he also saved me.” Hazri's mara waters rolled unstoppably. “If only he hadn't given me that jacket...”.

Hazri also told Kopeng about his last moments. Huda listened with his head lowered deeply. It was quiet for a long time in that room.

“Drink, Hud..,” Hazri offers soft drinks to Huda. “It's almost two o'clock, we find food first?” ask Hazri.

Huda. “Not hungry me.”

“Order only yes?” Hazri.

Huda nodded.

“What do you eat, Mr Haji?”

“What's up, Biang Kerok”

They both laughed again

Hazri calls the receptionist through the intercom in her room, asking if she can order lunch. It turned out that he could, would come to his room a guest officer who could be asked to buy food. Shortly thereafter, he appeared. Office boy, still a teenager.

“Good day. Would you like to order a meal?” he asked at the door.

“Iya. What food is it?” ask Hazri.

“Many, Sir...,” Office boy this mentions several types of restaurants. It's around the inn.

“Complete rawon rice yes. ..,” Hazri said while giving money.

“Drink what, Sir?” he asked again.

“Emm, iced orange. Uh, Dik, can you get the Mansion?”

“Can, sir, just the place is far away. Kinda long...”.

“Pak Haji, want Mansion?” ask Hazri to Huda.

“Ngak, no.... Haram,” Huda.

“Basic, Mr. Haji, cupu.” Hazri laughed a little. “Yes already, rawon same iced orange bring first here. Just bought his mansion. Can?”

He's nodding.

Hazri adds the amount of money given to the office boy, “Enough?”

“More than enough, sir..” he smiled, then left.

Hazri sat down again near Huda after closing and locking the door. Accidentally his gun fell from the back.

Huda. “What is it? Pistol?”

“Iya,” replied Hazri briefly. He grabbed his gun and was about to slip it back into his back.

“Try see..,” pinta Huda.

Hazri took off the magazine and installed a safety lock, which was given.

“Good, can from where?” asked Huda while observing the FN 45 gun.

“Ah, regular gun. Many we have first.”

“There is no bullet?”

Hazri smiles. “Ya. If there is no bullet, then what is the difference with bricks?”

Huda. “Many?”

“Enough to kill a village..,” Hazri laughs lightly while exposing the bullet boxes in her bag. “If less stay ask again.”

“Where the hell is it?” Huda repeated his question.

“Easy if you know the path.”

“You know dong...”

“Create what? You want a gun?”

Huda nodded while grimacing.

“Take it if you want.”

“Totally nih?”

“Eh, first. What is gun make?”

“Make care on board.”

 “Do not want to be a thug?” cananda Hazri's.

Huda shook his head quickly. “Germi I heard your story..”.

“Oww..iya, yesterday Mr Sabri the owner of a field stall in the market story to me that you now sail often?”

Huda. “Recently. Send order copra Haji Sulton out Java.”

“Keren too, Pak Haji this one.” Hazri laughs.

Huda laughed. “Huda.”.

“Ya already, just take it if for that. All bullets.”

“But, Rief, what will you wear?”

“Mind it, anyways I still have.”

 Hazri took out her Desert Eagle Mark XIX from the bottom of the bag.

Hazri mesem. “Why again? Like this one? It is possible if you want, but you must all be the head of the Cooper. And must kill Japanese also”

“Wah, how come?” Huda.

“Emang so the rules, who holds this gun the chairman of Kopen. I told you, Romi handed this gun to me after I beat.”

Huda. “Means I have to fight first with you?”

“Iya..., Come on, want it now?” Hazri was smiling.

“Weight. Lah ngak. Climb the coconut tree lose, play the guitar lose, sing lose.... Adu smoking? Forgive me, now you're exactly the train chimney..” Huda said as he handed the Desert Eagle Mark XIX to Hazri.“I'm this one.” He swiped back his FN 45 pistol.

Hazri laughed too. The symbol of the chairman of the Kopen was stored again in a bag.

A moment later the door of the room was knocked. Rawon came, and they ate very well. Huda, who had lost his appetite after hearing Hazri's story, now returned to his spirit after having a gun. While eating, his left hand continued to hold his new toy.

After eating, Hazri teaches Huda the basic technical things about his gun. How to fill a bullet in the magazine, install the magazine off, lock the weapon, cocked, aiming, to dismantle the gun. Huda seriously listened.

“What else now? Already all. Shoot it, try it on the boat. Remember, the trigger is squeezed, not jerked. Could've plucked his run it was a bullet. Oo yes, let's not get stuck, the gun must be oiled often. I don't have the oil, but it can be replaced with sewing machine oil. Same thing, a lot of it is sold in the store.”

Huda nodded. Along with the door being knocked. The reflex of the gun was tucked into the waist while covered with pillows, his eyes were shocked. Hazri mesem, it is so common that new people have a gun. He was the same before.

Mansion arrives.

“Take for you...,” Hazri refuses her refund.

“But, it's a lot, sir,” said the office boy.

“Biarin, make you.”

“Thank you, Sir..” he nodded happily.

“Sama-sama.”

The door is closed and locked. Hazri opened the lid of the liquor bottle as she stepped into her seat. As soon as the door was closed, Huda immediately stood in front of the mirror. The gun was tucked into a cowboy-like belt, his hands folded in front of his chest. Mouths fisted, head nodding. Hazri mesem alone while pouring the Mansion into the glass available there. “Nih, cowboy, drink first.”.

Huda. “Haram...,” then back to the table.

“Pay is also a Cowboy Hajj. Gun wants, drink no..,” Hazri chirps.

“Pistol is not haram, if drinking is illegal..,” reply Huda.

“Who said? Guns are also haram if used to kill people, Mansion is not haram until drunk. Really no?”

Huda was silent for a moment and kept laughing. “True too..”.

“Ya already, come...,” take Hazri again.

“No ah, haram.”

“Halah, really suck cowboy Ria this...,” Hazri also laughed.

While enjoying his drink, he looked at Huda who was still a tile-clad in front of the mirror. Hazri contemplates her intention to sail with Huda for a while.

“Hud...” he finally said too.

Huda. “What?” his voice is haunted.

Hazri grimacing. “I need to talk seriously for a minute.”

Huda stopped his action, then sat down near Hazri. “Apaan, Rif”

“Eemm, look.... This is if you can, if you can't do anything. Don't be a burden.”

Huda's forehead is a bit puckered. “Iya, what's up?”

“To be clear I'm running out of hiding places. Jogja, Solo, Semarang, Klaten including Magelang are not safe for me. Other cities, like this Madiun, I don't know the situation. Hiding in a city I don't know is even riskier. So, I was thinking about Hud, since yesterday...., if I went sailing with you could not? All hide I mean.”

“Hahaha.., Arif, Arif.. Come on...,” Huda answered steadily while ngakak.

“Shortly, Hud, wake up first. I'm a fugitive loh.”

“Iya I'm aware. Already come...”.

“Really?”

“Buskey. I'll shoot again...” Huda continued his Kobo style.

Hazri breathes a sigh of relief. “Still, Friend.”

“Siplah. Tomorrow afternoon we leave for Kalimantan.”

“Sore yes? I still have time to sell the car in the morning if it is.”

“Sell car? Why sell? Loss. Price is in freefall gini.”

Hazri looked at Huda. “How to?”

“Stuck just how?” ask Huda.

“Can if you can..” replied Hazri.

Huda nodded. “What's the car?”

Hazri tells her the type of car and any other necessary information. Huda contacted someone through HP.

“Halo, Assalamu'alaikum..,” saya Huda.

“How are you, Mam?” Then, he talked to the guy over there about car care. “What? Don't have any money? Apart from me even added kere you hehehe... No, not a pawn. I just want a nitip. Yes, car purip. Just wear the right care. Anyway if I take it again must be kinclong. Yes yes it is. . What's again? Oil change doesn't have your money? Well, that's dong, I'll take your wife if you fuck around, hehehe.... Take his car tomorrow afternoon at the market. Green panther. Yeah, call me, obviously, right? Yes already. Thanks, Mam. Wassalamu’alaikum.”

Beres. Hazri smiled with satisfaction.

“What else now?” canda Huda's. “All of yes. Tomorrow afternoon we hit the waves again. Take it easy, Rif, stay on the ship with me forever. Please come to me, sincerely..”.

“Thank you very much, Hud. By the way, is there an old man not on your ship? Our friends first?”

Huda. “New all. I was with Joko, but now she's on land, a little sickly. Help Hajj with Umi at home. You remember Joko, right?”

Hazri nodded. One of his fans when climbing a coconut tree first.

Huda saw the watch. “It's not like it, Rif, but I have to go first. Still no payload business.”

Hazri nodded. “What's up here?”

“Borrow the car Mr. Sumarno. Market Supervisor who wants to rent my boat to Kalimantan.”

“Alright, Hud, once again thanks. Day-watch the gun.” Hazri smiles at the gun she just gave her.

Huda smiled and nodded. From the waist slippage, the gun was inserted into the small leather race it carried. “The adventure is tomorrow not to forget, Rif...”.

“Beres.”

They also hugged tightly. Hazri escorts Huda to the front parking lot of the inn. “Tomorrow afternoon yes, don't miss..,” exclaimed Huda as he waved from inside the budding BMW 318i sedan.

Hazri waved back....

Dusk gives memories, and memories give twilight.

Coffee shop

The word "ship" in Indonesian and Malay comes from the Dravidian "kappal" language family".The word began to appear in Tamil literature as ⁇ after the 17th century. In the literature of the archipelago before the 17th century, the word ship always refers to foreign-made water vehicles (in this case, India). Before that century, boats referred to large water vehicles (see K'un-lun po), until they were completely replaced by the word "ship" to refer to large water vehicles