Way Home
66. How much is it?

On the way from Surabaya to Cirebon, Hazri slept in her cabin. Probably not getting enough sleep lately. Hazri was diligent in studying the book of al-Hikam, also making more use of his time for dhikr. Pickling tasbih kauuka.

However, in the midst of his reticence, Hazri woke up because I was afraid to hear the noise on the upper deck. “Take your weapons...!” huda's voice was clearly heard all the way to the cabin. Hazri got up, from the tone of his words could be known something was wrong. The wall clock inside the cabin shows at thirty forty-two minutes, early in the morning. Hazri immediately jumped up to the upper deck.

“What's up?” hazri asks to see Huda taking cover behind a pile of cargo.

Huda. “Nuduct, Rif! Pirate!” yells.

Hazri's reflexes bowed near Huda. “Perompak?” muttered. Two years safe sentosa why suddenly appeared pirates? The devil...! Hazri cursed in her heart. “Where are they?” she asked.

Huda pointed at the two ships chasing them. His searchlight flickered continuously, terrorizing his intent. They are smaller, more agile, and have more power. Slowly the two approached.

“Not a cop?” ask Hazri again.

“Not. If the police must be hello-hello,” replied Huda while putting a bullet into his gun magazine. The face of Haji Sulton's daughter-in-law who is married to Ria looks pale, her breathing is deflated. Slack up! Magasin. Sreeks... Clamps! Cocked gun. Meanwhile, the two pirate ships are getting closer.... .

Getting that description, Hazri immediately woke up ‘Cakra Buana’ who had been sleeping for more than two years. He concentrated on making the highest study of Ki Ageng's silat. One by one his studies were open, ‘Rogo Kumitir’ were chosen to appear to represent his friends. Energy in full boost. Both hands Hazri began to redden, continuing to redden to reddish embers.

Huda did not notice the change, busy stalking the enemy. Just about to get up to the point... Dor's! Dor...! Two gun blasts barked first from there. Huda's reflexes ducked down again, his face turning pale. The gun was held tightly in both hands, eyes closed.

“Borrow the gun,” said Hazri calmly. His voice was heavy because of the power within.

Huda turned his head, shocked to hear Hazri's heavy voice. Then, more and more he saw Hazri's hands limited to the elbows in red coals. Contrast in the dark night mood.

“Hah?! Why your hand?!” He exclaimed. Dor's! Dor...! They're there shooting again. Huda lowered his head.

“Nothing. Borrow the gun...,” Hazri said again.

Huda handed me the gun.

“Have all your ABKs hide, don't be a nongolian want to be a hero. Too dangerous, they're there clearly armed with fire.” Hazri orders.

Huda nodded. “Hidden! Hide everything. ..!” He cried out loud to his ABKs. “He, Kumpret! Nduk you! Watch your head! Don't nongol-zero! All do nothing nongol...!”

“Sim! Dasim...! Nduk!” call Hazri to Dasim on the bridge. “Automatic steering wheel! Slow ship!”

“Kok delayed?!” Dasim hesitates.

“Already, just slow down!” call Hazri again.

Dasim looked towards Huda, still hesitating him.

“Slow, Sim!” huda's orders were firm. He hesitated, but was forced to trust Hazri.

Dasim slowed the ship. The ABK is also agitated....

“Hud, you also nduk. Trust me. ..,” said Hazri firmly. His hands slightly vibrated restraining the energy ‘Rogo Kumitir’ powered in full of it.

Huda nodded while looking at Hazri's hand.

The pirate ship is getting faster as Huda's ship slows down. The ABK blingsatan is restless. Hazri got up, stood up from hiding. Dor's! Dor's! Dor's! Three eruptions are welcomed. Dep's! One about his body. Hazri was a bit unsteady, the point of the shirt being hit by a bullet raised a thin smoke. “Arif...!” Huda. Likewise the ABKs who secretly peeked. But soon after, they were amazed.... Mr. Arif is bullet-proof!

Hazri continued to step towards the stern of the ship. The shots of the pirates are still eyeing him. Two or three more bullets hit his body. But..., that's ‘Cakra Buana’. Arriving near, mushala, Hazri fired back. Dor's! Dor's! The floodlights on each of the pirate ships broke.

“Dasim! Turn off all ship lights..!” exclaim Hazri.

Blisters.... All the lights on Huda's ship went out as it was shut off from its center by Dasim. It was pitch-black now in the middle of this sea. The pirates there seem to have lost their target. But, they continued to shoot blindly, even though the bullets deviated everywhere.

“Stay down!” hazri exclaimed to all the members of the ship Huda.

He also prepared. Inner energy is flowed into the eye.one, two, three. byar! hazri's night vision is active. Such as infrared binoculars commonly used by military special forces. Both ships were seen there. Hazri smiled. He slipped his gun around his waist.

Concentrate briefly... “Hah!” He smashed ‘Rogo Kumitir’ powered in full onto one of the ships... Sreet... The red line splits the dark... Bledaaar...! The prow of the pirate ship was torn apart, the wood sticking out regardless of ties. The fire burned....

Huda and his ABKs were stunned for a moment to see the scene with the help of light from the fire that burned the ship there, then they cheered after understanding what happened.

“Cub down! Stay down!” yell Hazri because the situation is not completely safe. Huda and his men bowed back. “Dasim! Light the lights!” yell Hazri again. “Prepared turn it off again as soon as I tell you.!”.

“Ready, Sir!” exclaim Dasim from the bridge. Byars... The lights of Huda's ship were bright. Dor's! Dor's! Dor's! Dor's! Dor's! The pirates on the other ship immediately welcomed. “Turn off!” exclaim Hazri.

Blisters.... Back extinguished.

Hazri stood straight at the stern. “Satan y'all..!” The impact was violently powered in full towards the pirates. Huda and the ABKs closed their ears because of the clash Hazri felt piercing the eardrum.

“You don't know me?! I give you heart for stone...! Take this stone of yours.... Huh!” Hazri hits again ‘Rogo Kumitir’. Sreet... Bledaaar...! The second ship was also destroyed. Worse than the first because the distance is closer. The fire instantly soared, the screams of death were heartrending. Tearing up the graceful silence early today.

Huda's ship continued to creep slowly....

Hazri sits still after releasing ‘Cakra Buana’. It was still dark there, except for a little light from the flames on the two pirate ships that were already unable to move, waiting for the shipwreck. Shots were not heard, but the screams of death there sayup-sayup still heard.

There was not the slightest bit of pride in his heart of having done that. Hazri looked down deeply, her tears welling up. Pilu for killing people again even if forced. “Allah..., if all is Your will, why did You choose this for me... .?” Stingingly. She was crying too. .

“Rif...,” reprimand Huda who appears next to him. “You okay?”

Hazri shook her head, her tears removed quickly. “Hud, please walk without lights first. Get away from here. Do not let the scenery there be stored in your memories. By Allah, it's uncomfortable..”.

Huda nodded. “Dasim, increase the speed! Keep the lights off. All the others stay down!” his orders.

The engine roared again, the speed of the ship increased. Hazri and Huda sat on the deck of the mushala observing the growing smaller flames there. Hazri took off the tasbih that was wrapped around her neck, and then twisted in silence. Huda was silent. All were silent on the ship, only the roar of the engine and the pounding of the waves were heard. Until the fire there is no longer visible, byar. Hazri took a deep breath.

The ABKs immediately swarmed near the two of them as soon as the lights flashed. Amazed to see Hazri who is okay even though on his shirt appears at least three holes used to hit a bullet, they were willing to rejoice because they had managed to dispel the pirates, he said, but because he saw Hazri was sad, they were confused about how to behave. Moreover, the boss also seemed to dissolve in the sadness of his best friend.

“Hud, don't you check the condition of the ship?” hazri asked, breaking the silence.

“Eh yes. Check the ship, check the ship..,”. Then, he and his ABKs checked the condition of the ship.

No severe damage. Most of the glass of the bridge was broken, the engine was safe, the main navigation equipment was also safe, but the SSB radio antenna was missing. His biannya was broken by a bullet and his antennae were thrown into the sea. Radio communication is important, but more importantly ships can still sail. Antennas can be bought again later when the ship docks at the port, while using an eleven-meter radio first. Cargo is okay too. In general, the condition of the ship is fine. Most of the bullets hit the wooden wall of the ship, stuck there.

Huda approached Hazri, who was still stranded alone in the Mushala, after asking his ABKs not to swarm them. All ask to make coffee to Cak Nardi.

“Nothing. The ship is safe...,” he said as he sat next to Hazri.

“Alhamdulillah,” says Hazri.

Coffee came, they sipped their coffee.

“Hud, you should have called the police?”

Huda sighed. “lya, anyway, but that's okay. “Tadi Dasim reported he said he had sent SOS, but no one responded until his SSB antenna was gone.”

“Lost?” ask Hazri.

“Iya. Broken mast by bullet, antenna splash into the sea.”

Hazri. “About anyone heard?”

Huda sighed again. “May exist...”.

“How to?”

“Yaa.., if they are alert they will come to the location point reported by Dasim earlier. If sprightly... Most of them are not that way. Usual...”.

“If for example comes, means they are to near the place earlier?”

“Iya. His honest latitude position sent by Dasim was there.”

“No chasing this ship of yours?”

“Neither, seldom would anyone bother. Later, Dasim said he only had time to send SOS calls and location positions only. Has not been able to say the name of the ship because no one has responded, the antenna has been hunted down. Safe, Rif, safe. I assure you,” Huda is trying to raise his best friend's heart.

Hazri nodded in understanding. “Still, Hud.”

“For what? I thank you, as do all these kids. If there wasn't you, I don't know..” said Huda miris.

Hazri smiles. “Sama-samalah.”

“No. We who should be grateful...,” Huda insistent. He was well aware, if there was no Hazri then it is certain that he and all his men were dead at this time. Plunged into the sea.

Hazri mesem. “It's dawn..,” he said later. He took off his bullet-riddled shirt and threw it into the sea. Not to be a bad memory. “Meng, adzan..”.

Comes approaching. “Body, Sir?”

“Iya. It's time, right?”

Komeng nodded then rushed to take ablution.

“Hud, finish praying later I ask permission to talk to all your men. Can?” ask Hazri.

Huda.

“Follow, Friend. Soon yes..,” Hazri moved to the cabin, changed clothes.

Komeng also chanted adhan, directly to iqamat. Huda became a priest because Hazri refused. The congregation's morning prayers were also performed.

“You don't go first. Mr. Arif wants to talk,” Huda said to his ABK according to prayer and prayer. “Muklis...,” he exclaimed to Muklis on the bridge.

“Ya, Sir,” Muklis.

“Automatic install! You're here!”

Muklis went down to the mushala after installing the automatic steering.

“Please, Mr. Arif. I went to the bridge first,” said Huda.

“Still, Haji,” replied Hazri. “Klis, pray first..”.

Muklis performed another morning prayer waiting.

“Can start nih?” ask Hazri after Muklis is done. All the eyes of Huda's men looked at him with amazed looks. I can't wait for them to ask. “Eemm, coffee. Coffee, Cak, coffee..,” pinta Hazri. Those who are already tense waiting it so laugh, Cak Nardi and some ABK went to the kitchen to make coffee, “I don't need to. Still there,” says Hazri. “Sabar yes...,” he said again to the ABKs around him.

A little later the coffee came. They sipped coffee each.

“Good, we start...” said Hazri, then sighed. Everyone is waiting. “Tadi, what you saw was not a delusion...”

“Pak Arif immune huh?” shoot Dasim. He was not strong to ask.

“We see the bullet is not translucent. ..,” Supri chimed. Most of the others agree.

Hazri was silent for a moment, then nodded. “I don't want to lie to you.”

Worship them. “Tuh right, right?” Kumpret said to the two colleagues next to him who might have just happened to not see the scene of Hazri's shooting.

“Cube to sea.”

“Waahh. .., where to dump, sir? I wanted to ask...,” Dasim disappointed.

“Make what, Sim?”

“Make mementos. I've never seen anyone shoot. Once upon a time look, immune..”.

“That's exactly, I don't want the incident to be a bad memory for you.”

“Not bad really, beautiful,.” replied Dasim. The other ABK agreed with this senior statement.

“Indigenous?”

“Lha yes, sir? The messy pirate is beautiful.”

All Huda's men there nodded in agreement.

Hazri bobbing heads, “So whatever you say. If I say, like that is definitely not a good memory, Bad,,,,” he sighed.

Silent. The ABKs fell silent, they did not think that Hazri was the super hero, but Hazri thought it was a bad thing.

“Begin with..,” connect Hazri. “As far as you are, want to be considered a good or bad memory. Keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone else,”

Still quiet.

“Why, Sir?” ask the comic later.

Hazri's turn fell silent, he looked at Komeng. “Meng, do you have any secrets? A timid secret or one you don't want others to know?”

Komeng.

“Well, that's it. I also have, For example, Meng, your secret was revealed accidentally, there are people who know,... If you can still beg, you are begging not to the person earlier so as not to disassemble it again to others?”

The comic nodded again.

“That is..,” says Hazri. “Moreover, my secret is really a secret. He wants only me to know to death later,”

“But, sorry, sir, had kayak science earlier was not shy?”

Muklis asked.

Huda.appeared again in mushala. He's already checked the GPS recording data, the route they're going through is safe. Automatic steering is trustworthy. Drove based on the GPS route of the past-travel recording for this line.

“Klis, all you saw was a little bit of everything. Few enough. The full story is too big, long, and wide. What I mean my secret here is all of that, not just the little one, but it also includes.”

Huda.

“Pak Arif ask what to them this?” she asked.

Hazri turned her head, she did not see Huda's appearance just now. “Begin, Mr. Haji, I implore them that what was seen was for each one. May if it wants to be used as a memory, origin of personal memories, do not be told to others. Including wife and children if there are any. Save yourself.”

Huda nodded. “People clear. Mr. Arif has saved us from the invasion of pirates. Now, he's asking us to keep his secret. So, keep the meeting! Don't fuck! I said, keep the secret! If I find out that there's a leak in his mouth, whoever you are, get off my ship! It's orders. Understand?” Huda said firmly.

“Ready,” reply the ABK in unison. Their faces looked a bit tense due to the word of the master. No one dared to ask any more.

Hazri. “Just relax, buddy, don't strain like this ah. But, I did beg as Mr. Haji said just now. And, I believe you can hold the mandate. Yes, right?”

The ABK nodded.

“Lagian, God saved us. Not me,” Hazri continued.

Huda and his ABKs also smiled while nodding.

“There are others, Mr Arif?” ask Huda then.

Hazri. “Not there, thanks for everything.”

“Ayo...,” Huda clapped his hands twice. “Outwork. Kumpret, if not wrong there is putty same paint in the warehouse, right?”

Kumpret.

“You guys put the bullet marks on the hull, continue to be painted. If you get plastic or something, close it first while the window of the bridge whose glass is broken. Let the equipment there is not damaged by sea breeze salt.”

The ABK nodded, then started to work. Hazri helped. Huda returned to the bridge with Dasim.

Putty is there, paint is there, plastic is available, including the nails. So, not until noon the ship Haji Huda has returned beautiful. It will be beautified again upon the arrival of the port. Install the antenna and change the glass....

It has been two days in Semarang. Yesterday, the cargo was unloaded. Today, a new payload has been raised. SSB antennas have been installed, the broken glass has been replaced. Beres all. They prepared to sail back to Pontianak, pick up the cargo there, continue on to Cirebon.

Engine roaring. Slowly the ship began to move parallel away from the dock. Port officers helped steer the ship with loudspeakers from the watchtower. Solid harbor, the coming and going of ships should be done more carefully. KM Bima owned by Haji Huda moved parallel until safe waters, then moved forward....

After Ashar, Hazri was still sitting around in mushala as was his custom. Since the incident in the middle of the sea a few days ago, suddenly appeared a form of longing for his men in Jogja. How are Romi and Tomi? Two years apart without ever communicating. In the days that followed, the longing grew more and more thickened. After all, he was still their leader. Huda. “Rif, no news. The port people don't know, there's no newspaper either. Means safe...,” said.

Hazri. “Terus, how are they in the middle of the sea?”

Huda shrugged his shoulders. “Modar time.”

Hazri sighed. “Resociation of own responsibility. ..” he said slowly.

“What if it happens again, Rif? I'm asking for your advice.”

Hazri was silent, confused as to answer. “Where ya? I think it might be a good idea if your men are also trained to hold weapons, Hud. You see, like you said, sea pirates are mostly armed. Can they fight with swords or machetes?”

Huda sighed.

“I mean, there's no need to have a gun like yours. Difficult to find, expensive, must use all police certificates. Pig guns only. That's good enough.”

“Hunting allowance?” ask Huda.

“Iya. Can right? Many sold. I think there must be a license but the maintenance will not be as complicated as a weapon like yours.”

Huda nodded, there began to be an image of him. “Where to buy such a weapon?”

“Just ask the catfish and antelope hunters who often come in and out of the port. The people of that city. They must be helping. Lagian, who asked for Haji Huda, her son-in-law Haji Sulton, her husband Ria. Who does not know try?”

Huda laughing. “Neither his father Ayu nor Gilang..”

Hazri laughed. Hazri then sipped her coffee and took a deep breath. Remember it was on someone there. “How many children are you now...Zilfa?” he said in his heart.

“What's up?” asked Huda who happened to notice.

Hazri sighed again. “Nothing. Where are we going?”

“As planned, to Pontianak first take the load directly to Cirebon.”

“Eem...Hud, I think I've been on your ship long enough. Like it or not, I have to see my men in Jogja, because I'm still their leader. It's been two years since they lost their chairman, I don't know what they are now.” said Hazri slowly.

Gilian Huda who let out a long sigh. “Yaa.., from the beginning I realized that one day you will definitely come down. But, is the situation safe you think?”

“I definitely don't know. It was never safe for me again. I just don't think the situation is as tight as it used to be. There must be a tiredness they're looking for me. Just like I'm tired of hiding. Their duties are many, not just me.”

“Alright, Rif...,” Huda sighed. “Sad it also feels yes?” he grimaces. “So how are your plans?”

Hazri smiles. “I want to get off at Cirebon later.”

Huda nodded. “From there directly to Jogja?”

“Iya,” replied Hazri briefly.

“Ngak, distance?” ask Huda again.

“Kurasa no, all of you have not been traveling on land for a long time.”

Huda nodded again. “Let's call the Imam in Pontianak. No signal in the middle of the sea like this.”

“Still, Hud. Just relax.”

Hazri and Huda sip their coffee. The talk continues.

“There are two years yes, Rif?” Huda tried to convince.

“More. I count, thirty-two.eh, thirty-three months the same now. Means more than two years and a half.”

Huda. “Lumayan too, yes?”

“Lumayan said you? If durian, have matured the tree how many times I.”

Huda laughing. “Eatya, later come yuk?”

“Apaan?”

“It..., Pontianak..”.

“What's in Pontianak?”

“Halah, mature trees do not understand too. Amoy, amoy..”.

“Damn you, I thought what the fuck..,” Hazri laughed. “Ngak, ah.”

“Come.., once two and a half years this. All training goes down to land. Who knows forget the road in the land because over time at sea.”

“Later Ria was angry...,” joked Hazri, but seriously.

“Hahaha..., remote. Reason not accepted.”

“If the angry Reni..?” Hazri grimacing.

Huda was a bit shocked. “Serious this means?” he's fishing.

Hazri did not answer, laughing.

“Already, just come along. Point.” Huda.

Hazri kept laughing...

Like a pair of lovebirds who see their children who start staggering. The boy inherited his mother's diamond eyes...Antawijaya.