Way Home
75. What's wrong

“Replace again, Mar?” ask Hazri.

“Iya, Sir. It's over,” replied Marno.

Two of his men were busy tying the legs and wings of dozens of expired former pigeons. There are males, there are females. Old pigeons like this are still sold even though the price is skewed. This is the fifth time Marno has regenerated some of her parents.

“Take a male in Progo again?”

“Iya. Pak Untung has Ostrali.”

“Ostrali's Girl? Male pigeons from Australia?”

Marno nodded. “Sugeng who have seen. Gede-gede said. There are females, too, but the cakepan is here. That's fat, a lot of fat. It will be difficult to lay eggs. Fat males are okay, if females do not.”

“Hehe.... Like a guy huh, Mar?”

“Betul, Mr. Haji.”.

“So, the story you want to make doves indo?”

Marno. “Iya, Sir. Let her beautiful son, model artist.”

They also laugh.

“I'm coming ah...” said Hazri later.

“Come, Mr. Haji. Fortunately, sir continues to. When he said Pak Haji can play to Progo.”

Hazri is familiar with Untung who often visits here. In Progo, Untung also has a pigeon farm. But, not the cut pigeons. The focus is on pigeons and doves. Because of the consequences to it, the results of the ride are good. Marno also took advantage of the superiority of pigeon stalk Untung to be used as a target here.

Departure them to Progo on a Suzuki Carry pick up service car owned by CV Marno Sugeng Doro. Hazri sat in front, Marno holding the steering wheel. A man is hanging in the back. Some confinements were also taken. If it turns out that the Ostrali male is suitable, it is immediately lifted.

Because the journey passed the boundary of the Tidar Market, Hazri secretly installed ‘Cakra Buana’ powered in just that. Tidar Market is a safe limit for Hazri not to have to activate her studies. He alone established this based on his observations and self-confidence.

Until entering the Progo area, everything is fine. They chatted lightly, occasionally smiling or chuckling. Amidst this peace, Hazri suddenly gasped. Ajian. At first it was slow, then it got stronger. But strange, not ‘Rogo Swara’ turned out. All the pitches are pulsing! ‘Throbbing Buana’ chakra! Never happened like this.

So, like it or not like Hazri must be prepared. Koma is no longer ignored. The geblk! He cursed in the heart. ‘His Buana’ chakra is stuck, unwilling to be called. Hazri grunted wildly, but nothing seemed suspicious. Lonely, there were only them on those streets.

The car kept going, Marno had no idea what was going on. The pulsation was getting tighter, continuing to tighten. Hazri closed her eyes. Then, Jes gradually weakened again with the speed of the vehicle. “Yes Allah..,” Hazri sighed softly in the remains of her heart tension.

“Why, Mr Haji?” ask Marno wonder.

Hazri. “Forwardly drive, Mar,” said.

Marno saw Hazri's face paled slightly and wet with sweat. “Lho? Pak Haji's Pain?” ask him again. Bummer.

“No, no. Already, just continue driving.”

Marno did not dare to ask any more. He accelerated his vehicle. The lucky house was already visible in front of there. Until finally. Marno parked the car on the side of the road on the banks of the Progo River.

“Come, Mr. Haji. This is his house,” take Marno.

“You guys first, I'll pick up later. I want to take a look at the scenery first,” Hazri said as she got out of the car.

Marno nodded, locking the car. Then, along with his men it entered the courtyard of Untung house through the side door. Directly to the pigeon breeding grounds visible from the roadside.

Hazri sighed for a moment, calming down. Whatisit? Why ajarku? He wondered in his heart. ‘Rogo Kumitir’ try called, can. Takar ‘Rogo Sukmo’, can also. Normal everything turns out. So, what was that? Why does ‘Cakra Buana’ react so strangely?

If likened to humans, the attitude of ‘Cakra Buana’ was similar to slaves meeting the king. Submissive, respectful, and condolent once they against ‘something’. Until they can't move. Who or what is ‘something’? How can a tiger's guts ‘Cakra Buana’ shrivel up to as small as a baby cat?

Hazri also wanted to check. He wanted to walk down the route just now. But, just about to step up, someone said hello.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Haji.”

“Wa’alaikum salam,” reply Hazri while turning. Luckily, his wife and I were close behind him.

“Cock not in, Mr Haji?” ask Profit.

“This, want to enjoy the scenery first..,” please Hazri.

Good thing a little laugh. “Emang is there a beautiful here?”

Hazri laughed too. “Good. I haven't seen a big river in a long time.”

The river? What good is the river? Fortunately, it was a bit surprising.

“Come, Mr. Haji, coffee..,” invite wife Untung.

“Iya, yes, Ma. I'll stop by later.. Can't stand the need to go for a walk first.” Fortunately, his wife gave up. Dare not force ‘Haji Mahmud’ who want to enjoy the beauty of the Progo River. I don't know what good the river used for PAM water source Jogja residents. Bagusan is also a river in Tidar, clear this is a cloudy brown.

“But, later stop by, Pak Haji,” pinta Untung.

“I definitely stopped by. After Marno said, the coffee Bu Untung delicious. Cooking doesn't stop by? Loss dong,” Hazri a little flattering.

Good wife smiles at compliments. They split up for a while. Fortunately and his wife returned home, ‘Haji Mahmud’ sightseeing.

Hazri retraced step by step, slowly. Approximately three hundred meters from the Untung house, ‘Cakra Buana’ begins to throb. He sighed, his steps continued. The pulsations got stronger and continued to strengthen. His head was dizzy due to the influence of this energy, cold sweat pouring out. However, Hazri kept stepping, wanting to know for sure ‘location peak’ this pulsation. Puyeng added stinging, the head seemed to rotate tightly. She twitched her eyes that were twitching. The throbbing is so strong, it's getting stronger...Jess.... Then, gradually weakened.

Hazri continued to step up to the next millimeter, then stopped under a large tree on the edge of the road. The pulsation was still there, but it was already weak. He looked towards the top location earlier. The right side of the river, the left side is a house. Hazri got ready, then walked back to Untung's house.

Just like before, the throbbing. Right at the peak location, he forced himself to stop. The head feels like spinning to break, the heart is pounding fast, cold sweat is pouring down without a hitch. Hazri persisted. Slowly his slightly clenched eyes opened.

Must be this house. It can't be a river. Hazri. He also approached the yard. Right, the closer the stronger the pulsations. For a moment, his head really hurt. Sure, then ‘Cakra Buana’ was immediately closed. Wanting to be closed, the study hurriedly left voluntarily. Blesss.... Lightly now. Without ‘Cakra Buana’, this incredible location feels mediocre.

From the edge of the road, while pretending to enjoy the flow of the river, Hazri observes this young green painted house. Just plain, simple. There was a large fish pond on the ground beside him. Above the pool there is a seat-sitting saung. That's it, it doesn't seem like a glaring privilege. However, Hazri obviously did not want to be rash because it has been proven there is an incredible ‘something’ hidden here. He has no shadow. It might be heirloom. Or, do-don't ‘iron yellow’? The same material to kill his father first?

It is impossible, his heart is denied. If there really is an heirloom or ‘besi kuning’ all in it, it is impossible ‘Cakra Buana” instantly shrivelled his guts until like that. “No way...,” murmured while shaking head. What is contained here must be ‘something’ which is much greater than all the conjectures that appear in his mind.

After being observed enough, Hazri continued walking to the Untung house. Enter from the side yard like Marno earlier. Fortunately, his wife and I welcomed. Coffee was immediately served. All the fried bananas.

Marno has not finished picky prospective stud. Still busy flipping through the pigeons one by one, accompanied by a senior worker here. Hazri and Untung were sitting casually on top of the bamboo halls. Chat while chatting and enjoying a soft fried banana made by Bu Untung.

“Numbers, Mr. Untung, Si Marno if you have a bird forget friends,” said Hazri responded to the length of time Marno chose the stud.

Good laugh. He already knows the patience of CV director Marno Sugeng Doro because they have long known. Since Marno still nobody.

“By the way, whose greenhouse does that have?”

“Which one, Mr Haji?”

“That, which there is a pool.”

“Ooh.., Pak Subakir's home. Why, Sir?”

“Nothing. Saung in his pool, nice.” Hazri.

Thankfully agreed. “Pak Subakir does love fish. Suitable make the pool here, no less water.”

Hazri. “Have old man Pak Subakir it?”

“About sixties.”

“What working days?”

“Eemm, what is it? It looks like at home just take care of the pool. If it's not wrong to retire him, but I don't know what pensioner he is. His children who work as employees of factory.”

“Haji?” ask Hazri.

“Iya.”

“Master silat huh?” guess Hazri is sure.

But, it turned out that Good thing shook his head. “Not ah. I never saw any silat training there. If Monday night equals Friday night’at, midnight, there is indeed a study there. Dzikir until dawn. But, not silat.” exercises

Hazri smiles. That's the hallmark of high-class silat college. Hidden, no fanfare. The story of his father, Ki Ageng when teaching silat is also not overt. After training, they teach. Not everyone in the village knows that Ki Ageng is a silat teacher. Same, right?

“What the hell is Mr Haji? How to ask Mr Subakir?” search Profit.

“Ngak. That was, the saung above the pool was good.”

Then Hazri turned the conversation to another topic. Sufficient preliminary information about the location of this peak. Fortunately, there was no need to continue the investigation. Make what? The important Ostralia pigeon sold today.

Finished also finally Marno chose the champion. Almost all the bulls passed the selection. There were about fifty.

“All females dong, Boss,” Good luck seducing Marno.

“Ngak ah, gembrot-gembrot it.”

“Yee, not a gembrot, that's Boss. The bule girl is big. Normal this. If the local girl is so big, the new gembrot name. Cobain first..”.

Marno kept shaking, not appealing.

“Try it, Mar. It feels right, said Mr. Untung. You want to make indo, right? Cobain from two directions. Bull males versus local females, same local males versus bule females. Later seen, beautiful where his son.”

“Tuh, right said Mr. Haji that, Boss..,” Untung directly snatched.

Marno weighed for a moment. “OK, but Mr. Untung helped me choose. To be able to be held accountable..”.

“Siap, Boss, hehehe.... Mr. Haji, I live first yes.”

Hazri nodded.

There, Marno and Untung also uplek choose the female Caucasian bule it. Wear arguments of all. Hazri smiled, then again busy guessing what silat science Mr. Subakir had.

About forty-five minutes later Marno and Untung had reached an agreement on the choice of imported females. A total of seventy-four. Good thing beaming squeezing calculator. Although Marno is always fussy when choosing, but never fuss about the price. The origin of the goods is good, what price is it. Understand, ‘Haji Mahmud’ behind her.

“Nih, Boss, all six million nine hundred and eighty thousand. Males are forty-six, females are twenty-eight.”

“Try here...,” Marno counts itself.

The price of the male is one hundred thousand, the female eighty-five thousand. Male expensive because this pigeon is actually a type of ornamental. The male's fur is brighter than the female's. If it is local, the female is more expensive.

Marno looked at the numbers on the calculator screen. “OK,” he said while taking money out of his waist bag.

Thankfully, smiles returned. In the kitchen, his wife also messed up.

“Pas yes?” ask Marno.

“Sip, Boss. Thanks...,” replied Profit. “Pak Haji, thank you very much nih.”

Hazri nodded too.

The cages containing the pigeons were raised to the car tub by Marno's men, assisted by two Untung employees. After shaking hands with each other, they returned to Tidar. Hazri observes the greenhouse as it passes by. What's going on there?

Apart from Progo, Hazri re-installed ‘Cakra Buana’. On the way home, he was quiet. Eyes closed, pretending to sleep so as not to be invited to chat by Marno. Lazy to talk because his mind stuck directly to the house where the peak was...