Way Home
63. taste ever

Hazri squirmed, slowly opening her eyes. The shirt is wet with sweat, heat is also found in this cabin even though the fan is fully installed. Now it's dry season, and Hazri just found out that the drought in the hot sea is stinging more than on land. He got up from the bed, undressed and flapped it into the body. The wall clock shows ten o'clock past forty-five minutes.

Hazri laughs at Huda's message on a piece of paper placed on the table.Near a plate of fried rice and the recipe. ‘Please eat. If you have, we wait for his presence on top’, as it is written. Hazri ate the fried rice, it was cold but still delicious. His coffee was cut off after eating. Enjoy the process even though it is as cold as the fried rice. Sit down for a while and take a shower.

When you are dressed. Hazri sees Huda going into the cabin. I don't know why it didn't. He hurried back to the upper deck before Hazri greeted him. After getting dressed, Hazri opens the desk drawer, wants to see the religious book that Huda said last night. It turns out that it was there. There are books, magazines, and newspapers. His book is not just about religion, silat comics and novels also exist. The magazine also. Automotive to ‘cihui’ . Hazri chose one of the religious books, then went to the upper deck. The plan is to be read in the mushala or the bridge.

Once nongol, the first to be seen is Huda cengengesan hugging one of the mast of the ship. Not saying anything, just a whimper just patting the pole. His eyes were staring at Hazri. The ABKs gathered there. Hazri grimaces, pretending not to understand, if Huda wants to hold a coconut tree climbing competition like he used to. Since in the middle of the ocean there are no coconut trees, then the pole becomes.

“Good day..,” greetings while walking casually towards mushala.

“Suuiiet, hoei..,” call Huda. “Tiang nih, pole..,” he continued while continuing to pat the mast of the ship.

Hazri. “Why is the pole?”

“Halah, pretend nih yee..,” says Huda sonorous.

The ABK laughed. “Come, Mr. Arif..,” shouted them. Apparently Huda had told them about climbing his sheep tree first. Now he wants to reminisce, all the nobility of curiosity.

“Already, lose me...” said Hazri.

“Neither acceptable, the complaint has not yet begun..,” rebut Huda. “Not?” He asked for the support of his ABKs.

“Betul, right..,” boisterous they support. Because they know Huda was ABK then they want to see the ability of this photographer to climb the mast of the ship.

“Let's if Pak Haji loses how?” goda Hazri's.

“Hahaha... Origin fair aja. Fair. ..,” reply Huda. Confident to win because Hazri has been frank about cheating first. “People, fair...” deliberately the word fair is repeated so that it is steady.

“But can't gambling?” goda Hazri again.

“Who is gambling?” Huda said while opening his hands.

“That?” Hazri pointed to two containers containing a small pile of money.

“It was nostalgic...” said Huda laughing. “Default is not, right?”

“Betul, yes...” welcome ABK.

“Ayolah ..,” answered Hardt finally. “We're nostalgic. How much is my support?”

“Two, same as before. Tuh, the same Muklis Komeng.”

Hazri grimaced with a scratch on her head. No added supporters.

Both contestants are ready. Huda took off his clothes, Hazri too. Each has a tattoo. Huda draws a naval anchor on his upper right arm, Hazri draws Tiger's head on his right chest. Tiger Buy.

Two people holding a stop watch. One of them is a comic. “Ready? Remember how?” ask Huda.

Hazri nodded. “Please Mr. Haji first.”

“Fair yes..?” Huda asked for firmness.

Hazri nodded. He had no intention of cheating. Winning is not a problem now. In the past, the matter of the limaribu money was heavy when it came off.

“Stop watch ready?” ask Huda.

Both nod. “One, two, yak!” shout them in unison.

“Hup!” Huda jumped to the pole. Still deft he climbed the mast of the ship that was the same height as the coconut tree. The cheers of the ABKs met, for them was confirmed the news that Huda used to be ABK champion Haji Sulton. Hazri observes, frankly amazed to see his best friend still able to climb as fast as he is now. Huda immediately jumped onto the deck from the second rung of the stairs as he came back down.

“Yak!” Both stop watch holders exclaim while turning off the motion of the stop watch number. They're blending out the results, same. “One minute thirteen seconds!” komeng shouted while grimacing to see Hazri. ABKs were clapping, not just numbers. In fact, for the young.

Hazri got ready, jumped up and down a bit. Huda approached him, “Rif, fair...,” he said slowly. Hazri nodded. “For God's sake,” whispered, He understood Huda's curiosity all along.

“Pak Arif...ready?” exclamation stop watch holder. Hazri nodded.stands near the other pole.

 “One, two, yak!” Even the aba-aba was shouted.

Hazri jumped gripping the pole and climbed straight up. Quick as well, comparable to Huda earlier. Mukhlis das Komeng's face was anxious. Following Huda, Hazri jumped from the second rung back down.

The mat! Stop watch stop. Results matched then Komeng exclaimed, “One minute eleven seconds!” Loud, while soaring happily.

Komeng and Muklis ran cheerfully towards the money container. His friends grinned at the head scratching at it. However, there is no spite, just a pole climbing fight. Pleasure, it's nothing.

Huda bobbing head. Disappointed there must be, but at least he was not curious anymore. Obviously, his old friend was superior in this matter. Huda smiled wryly welcoming Hazri who approached him.

“Sori, Mr. Haji, that is..,” he said without further ado.

 Huda nodded. “At least I'm not curious anymore, Rif”

They laughed and beat their arms like children.

“Cuma.if you don't mind this, I want to see that using the science of lightening the body. ..,” pinta Huda.

“Certainly? Not how?” ask Hazri.

Huda shook his head “Come, Rif, once aja”

“OK. anything for Pak Haji”

Sumringah huda. “Meng, you take off this screen again!” exclaim Huda. Comic again, Comic again.

“Delivered Pak Haji?” Confused comic.

“He-eh, quickly done! Stop watch should not be saved first.”

“That was. Mr. Arif is not yet maximal. You guys don't know anyway.... Now Mr. Arif wants to worry about the truth. I lost not by anyone carelessly.” said Huda. The ABK bengong.

Hazri smiled, knowing where Huda was going.

“Where, Mr Arif, ready?” ask Huda.

“For Pak Haji, always ready..,” Hazri also called ‘Bedhes Ngawang’ -nya. Not clearly, he was just a little silent for a moment concentrating, then his hands and feet were moved a little. Deep energy, just like it used to be. Teng... ‘Bedhes Ngawang’ is ready for action.

Hazri nodded towards Huda, Huda nodded back.

“OK, stop watch ready. Count!”

“One, two, yak!” Comeng.

Hazri jumped gripping the pole and climbed straight up.. So fast! At that moment the atmosphere became silent, all amazed to see the agility and speed of Hazri's body. Including Huda.

“Hup:” Hazri jumps to deck.

The mat! Stop watch stop. The comic was amazed. “Thirty nine seconds!” he said later, shaking his head.

It was still silent for a moment, then a loud applause blared. Huda nodded. Thirty-nine seconds.... Same with Hazri's old record. Huda did remember because the event was very memorable in his heart. He patted his best friend's shoulder. Hazri mesem alone, while secretly releasing ‘Bedhes Ngawang’ review. His body energy returned to normal.

“It's clear, right? Well, now back to work!” huda's orders to his ABKs. “Still, Rif. Sorry ngerepotin,” he said again.

Hazri is still smiling. “Aren't I the one who took you?”

They also laughed lightly. Then Huda went to the bridge, and Hazri went to Mushala. Want to read a book while lesehan accompanied by a glass of procotan that has been ordered to Cak Nardi via Komeng. By order of Hajji Huda.

Two days later, it was a little afternoon, the ship was docked to a port in Kalimantan, West Java. Many Phinisi ships are also docked here. Hazri helps keep an eye on the ABKs and port coolies unloading cargo. Down there, Huda had a serious conversation with three people near a row of trucks waiting to be filled. Definitely business. Hazri refused Huda's invitation to go ashore. Repot, must install ‘Cakra Buana’ everything. Not to mention the risk to Huda if he gets caught.

Ahead of Maghrib, new loading and unloading activities are completed. The ABK is still working to clean the deck of the ship from the dirt of the former cargo. Hazri looked back and forth at his watch, waiting to enter the Maghrib prayer time. Finally arrived. He moved closer to Komeng who was still holding a broom.

“Meng, already maghrib nih..,” said Hazri.

“Iya, sir, a little more,” Komeng replied as he continued to sweep.

Waiting, the movie is not finished yet. Still busy sweeping around. Hazri made a mat of mushala, and took ablution. Until returning to Mushala, there is no ABK who is preparing to pray. Hazri saw his watch, it was almost ten minutes past Maghrib. Hazri tries to say it in her heart, still memorized it turns out. He also prepared. “Allahu Akbar's... Allaaahu Akbar Adzan also nodded.

Comed stunned, looking at Hazri who was chanting adhan. The broom was thrown, and he immediately went to take ablution. Below, Huda was somewhat astonished to hear the chanting of Adhan from his ship. It was not the voice of Komeng, nor his other men. Don't-don't.... Huda asked for permission to three of his partners, to pray Maghrib first. He rushed to the ship. “Laa ilaha illallah She saw Hazri put an end to her adultery. Huda smiled sumringah. Rushing he took ablution with his ABKs in ‘triple’ shower there.

After Adzan, Hazri sat down to wait. One by one the pilgrims came to this mushala. Complete is akhimya. “Ayo Kiai, qamat..,” pinta Huda. Hazri smiles, knowing that she is the one Huda is ticking. He stood chanting the qamat. As soon as he finished, Huda immediately pushed him forward to become a priest. Hazri refuses, but Huda keeps pushing. Supported by its ABK. What can be done, Hazri must be ready at last....

That is the chanting of the Adhan and the qamat, and the first congregational prayer priest for Hazri after so long. For him it was an incredible spiritual experience that was experienced on this Hajj Huda ship in a few days. He had felt impossible ‘white' again after ‘black’ so dark. Hazri was asked to become a priest again in the prayer congregation isya’, although only followed a little mum.

The night is getting late. Finished too they finally arranged the cargo raised from this port. Huda has not yet returned to the ship, probably still busy with his trading partners down there.

Hazri sat down to rest, tired enough to set the cargo on board. Cak Nardi approached him, asking if he wanted to make coffee. It's gonna be, but Hazri can put himself in. Pity the ABK if only he himself drinks civet coffee. “Let's go, Daeng, thank you,” said Hazri. Dasim. He left for a while and brought back two cups of coffee. For him and for Hazri. Regular coffee, ABK rations. That's fair....

“Where are you taking this, Sim?” ask Hazri.

“Not yet, Mr. Haji has not told.”

“You have been on Hajj Huda for a long time?”

“Already, since the beginning of Haji Huda has this ship. Was invited by Kang Imam, but now he no longer works here.”

“What are you Mr Imam?”

“He's my sister-in-law, Sir.”

Hazri. Just found out, Huda doesn't tell stories.

They were chatting leisurely waiting for Huda. One by one, ABK fell, entered the cabin continued to sleep. Except for the picket section.

Almost midnight Huda just arrived, ushered by his colleagues earlier.

“Wah, haven't slept, Kiai?” he's greeting.

Hazri smile. “Kan, wait for Ustadz..”.

Dasim laughed at these two friends' jokes. “Sim, we go to Bayuwangi tomorrow. Departing early in the morning,” said Huda. Dasim nodded casually.

“To Bayuwangi? Back to Java?” ask Hazri.

“lya, why?” ask Huda.

Hazri. “Ngak anyway, it feels strange from Java to Kalimantan, just arrived.., back to Java.”

Huda and Dasim laughed. “Not yet ordinary kiai us this, Sim.”

Talk for a while, then Dasim begs to rest. Hazri and Huda continued talking. Just for a moment, because Huda was already sleepy, willing to sleep. Although tired, but Hazri did not want to sleep. Still want to sit there, contemplate yourself and all his actions so far.

“I first, Rif.” Huda standing. “Ah, almost forgot. This I bought the books ‘Wali Songo’, had stopped at the bookstore earlier.” Huda took out a plastic bag containing books from his bag.

Hazri. “Wah, there is a cihuinya magazine also?”

Huda grimacing. “Kali...”.

Hazri looks around for a moment at the man-covering magazine. “Ngak ah, no interest anymore. I don't know...” He returned the magazine to Huda.

Huda accepted with a laugh, continuing to wander away.

Hazri is alone in the mushala now. Three picketed ABKs stand guard on the bridge. Cak Nardi brought me a little bit of civet coffee. Huda awakens him, and tells him to make it for Hazri. Accompanied by this delicious coffee, Hazri also diligently studied his books. Trying to find answers to heart questions, “where are You..?”, until dawn. Hazri suddenly smiles, as her mind is filled with questions about the existence of the Creator of one's shadow. “What are you doing there...Zilfa?”. The dawn prayer rang from ABK picket, Hazri went ablution, prayed dawn and went to sleep.