Way Home
87. turns

“What makes a home in the forest like this, Mr Haji? Good down there, near the village hall..,” Karno confused.

Hazri. “Mai.”

“Lho, isn't it even good if it's crowded?

Hazri nodded again.

Karno also shook his head. What does this ‘Haji Mahmud’ want? A lot of money, but even want to make a house on the edge of the forest. Whynot? Lonely like this? Demite nations alone may be entrenched here.

“Which is Pak Karno his land?” ask Hazri.

“True Mr Haji want here?” tanya Karno was not sure.

“True.”

Karno also sighed. “Ya already, it's up to Pak Haji who he wants. Just point. This is the land of the village, let me take care of it to Pak Kades.”

“Oo, no one owns this land?”

Karno shakes. “Who wants this spooky?”

Hazri cengennesan's.

Then, they walked around looking at the location. Hazri frees his mind, leaving only a guiding feeling. Some of the positions that Karno showed were forced to be rejected because there was no sound in his heart. Until finally met also that fit with the taste of it.

“Here...,” said.

Karno sighed, then nodded. “Good here, near springs. How much is it, Mr Haji?”

“A hundred two hundred meters is enough.”

Karno glared and laughed loudly. “Hahaha....If only so much just take it, Mr. Haji, do not have to say Mr. Kades everything, hahaha..”.

So much land in the middle of the forest is indeed a tiny one.

“Secuil is also the land of the village. Must permission Mr. Kades dong.”

“Hahaha.., yes, yes.., I'll take care of it, hahaha.... Mr. Haji, Mr. Haji..,” Karno kept chuckling.

Hazri was shaking her head. True said Mr. Subakir, not anything he has started to look crazy in the eyes of the public.

“OK, okay.... Haduuhh...., continue to make his home like how, Pak Haji?” asked Karno, there were still remnants of laughter on his lips.

“Custom, home room only, Mr. Karno.”

“Hahaha..,” Karno laughed again. Constantly chuckling while sitting on a boulder, it was hard to be forced to stop. Must be spent as it seems.

Hazri bobbles head. Then, smilingly looking at the failed Karno continued to stop his laughter. Slowly he was lured. Furthermore, the two of them also chuckled continuously in the middle of the forest. It's like crazy. Thankfully no one saw. To Karno, his laughter was simply funny. But for Hazri it was very different because everything had become His prayer beads.

And so, the house was built. Mr. Kades gave permission to use the village land there, whatever the area needed. Karno vehemently opposed Hazri's desire to have enough of a bamboo booth house. “Don't, Mr. Haji, pity me. What do people say later? Basic Karno does not know himself, cook Haji Mahmud only made a hut house on the edge of the forest?” he said asking for understanding. Hazri can understand him. Finally, they agreed on a wooden house to be built there. You see Hazri remains insistent not want a modern house that cemented and berbata.

Karno became his impronya. No responsibility, he asked for the help of his friend who is a wood expert and another architect perhaps. The three of them are busy designing and building without involving Hazri anymore. Repot if ‘Haji Mahmud’ meddles. Her taste is.., “Jaji sir just got it right. Wooden house, right?” Karno said. Hazri gives up, lazy to debate with Karno on this matter. You encourage him than he has a house. Karno was calm because he knew CV money Marno Sugeng Doro a lot. Make ten cottages or luxury villas as well if you want. His girlfriend, Faruq, also supported.

While the villa is under construction, Hazri stays at her favorite bamboo booth house. Istiqamah recited as his murshid mandate. But, now mostly inside the house only, not under the rambutan tree. Worrying about the sacchar there, crying or laughing cackling alone as if for no reason. Mistakes can be considered real crazy later by those who do not know. This afternoon, Hazri had just returned from the Karno project. After bathing and praying Ashar, she sat on her living room couch. Thinking while listening to television broadcasts. There are Tom and Jerry cartoons that he has loved since childhood. Still laughing he saw the immortal cartoon.

“Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Haji..,” heard a greeting from outside.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply Hazri. Soon the door opened.

It turned out that Faruq, was with a young green hooded woman. The woman nodded little to him while smiling sweetly. Hazri was stunned for a moment. Between conscious and not, it was as if Zilfa was standing before him. I don't know, it always looks like Zilfa every woman can shake her heart.

“Eh, let's please come in. Come on, Ustadz...,” he said rather nervously.

Faruq nyerdeleh held back a smile. Then, they went in and sat on the cheap sofa.

From the corner of his eye, Hazri stole a glance. The light green veil was slowly played as breezy as the wind blew. O Allah, this beautiful nian jamal of yours. Faruq again saw Hazri who was clearly fascinated. My fellow men know. City buses are forbidden from preceding each other. Know the same know.

Jamal or al-Jamal is the nature of Divine Beauty, Most Beautiful. A common trait is touched to women and all that is beautiful. His partner was al-Jalal, the Mighty. The usual properties are matched to all things that appear mighty such as lightning or thunder. Including men.

“This, Ami, would like to invite Mr. Haji he said. Just returned from Jogja two days ago,” Faruq opened the conversation.

Ah, joking Master. Why didn't you say it was beautiful? Hazri grimaced in his heart, recalling Mr. Subakir's remark about a female brother in Tidar who was about to return from Jogha. “Ami?” he also asked.

“Yes, Mr. Haji. My name is Aminah, the people who call Ami.”

“Commonly, slang name..,” Faruq chimed in with a frown.

“You what her name is, still beautiful.”

Busyet, Hazri was surprised to say that.

Faruq laughs. Ami blushed in shame.

“Already down, Ami?” ask Hazri. It means Progo.

Ami looked at Hazri. For a moment they looked at each other. Then, he nodded slowly. Hazri nodded too. Equally understand.

“Down to where the hell?” Faruq. Did you just get to know?

“Down from Jogja to Tidar..,” by Hazri.

“Ooh, up dong instead of down. Jogja right down, here mount.”

Hazri cengennesan's. “Likes Ustadz only.”

The friendly chat continued. Hazri asks for help from her daughter Marno, who is the administrative department, to provide treats. Warm tea and classy pastries that are usual for the treats of farm customers are also presented.

“I am a widow, Mr. Haji. ..,” said Ami. Better he direct that said than later ‘Haji Mahmud’ know of people. You see, secretly his heart trembled as well. Who knows who knows....

Hazri smiled, she already knew about it from Mr. Subakir.

“Double flowers..,” chirps Faruq cengengengesan. “Do not worry.”

Hazri's smile grew wider and wider. “What worries, Ustadz? Amin himself not worried?”

“Believe that Dek Ami anyway. Here, Mr. Haji..”.

“Lho, how come I?”

“Certainly? Won't you regret it?” challenge Faruq all of you.

They looked at each other, then laughed together.

Ami was back to blushing. She was not a raw girl to be able to understand what these two village figures were fussing about. Moreover, the info is clear that ‘Haji Mahmud’ is still alone, aka single.

The conversation continues. Shocked Hazri finds out that Ami lives in the house Bagas once contracted. It was his parents' house. After Iis's death, Ami's parents returned to the house. A few months after her husband died of a sudden heart attack, Ami returned to her parents' home. Can't stand being teased he said. Understand, beautiful young widow. Hazri also admits to this beautiful thing.

“Kang Nurdin buried where?” ask Hazri.

“At the funeral here, Mr. Haji,” replied Ami.

Hazri then describes the characteristics of a person. “That Kang Nurdin?”

Ami nodded, her eyes somewhat glazed over. He was not surprised, because Mr. Subakir had told him that Hazri had been cautious. This kind of thing was not something strange to those who were already especially special. Ami has not yet reached that stage in his spiritual journey. Lots of hijabs.

Faruq was shocked. “Know where, Mr Haji?”

“Eemm, there's a story to me. Cow milk cow, right?” kilah Hazri's.

Faruq and Ami both nodded. But Faruq still seems suspicious.

“Who's the story?” he probed.

“Mang Imron,” call Hazri again. That's what's in my heart. Dzauqiyah.

Though, the truth is Nurdin himself who ‘come’ met Hazri four days ago. The night before dawn, when Hazri was late in remembrance. Wearing all-white clothes escorted by two ‘orang’ whose shape resembles a golden fog. Bright face. After greeting him, introducing himself and leaving his wife, he left again. Believe not believe. But, Allah has indeed said, “Do not think they are dead..” Who're they? Who prayed.

While chatting, Hazri did not stop turning the prayer beads. Ami noticed. Then, he passed a small prayer beads that were circular like a bracelet on his wrist. Hazri smiles. Faruq grimaced, his prayer beads left at home. “Other if there are symptoms. Twist tasbih can be compact so yes..,” sentil Faruq.

Hazri and Ami just messing around.

“Previous what age Ami?” ask Hazri later.

“This. It's starting to get into naughty questions. Don't answer, Dek, let me face it,” said Faruq with a cry.

Hazri chuckles, Ami shames.

“Twenty years. Once finished High School and entered college directly at Nurdin. Ordinary, if the beautiful one must be hurriedly picked,” continued Faruq..

“Wah, how does Mr Ustadz know? Don't-don't have a crush?” goda Hazri's.

“Iya too anyway, hehehe..” Faruq laughs. Ami glares small. Hazri cengennesan's. “I. Hayo, Mr. Haji, what else would you ask? And age? Now it means twenty-four. Not yet have children because the same household Nurdin also not even a year,” continued Faruq.

“Ooh yes?” Hazri looked at Ami.

Ami nods. “Kang Nurdin suddenly went, but did not have heart disease. He gets in the wind, asks for dikerokin. Keep dying.”

“Means already...how, Mi? Three years yes ?” ask Faruq.

Ami nods.

“When Pak Haji moved here, Ami was still continuing his studies. The final semester is like,” continued Faruq.

“Plan want S2 again there?” ask Hazri.

“Halah, all the way to Jogja. Already here....,” Faruq Sigap parried while winking to Hazri.

Ami who saw that also back down blushed. Hazri.

“Quite info?” fish Faruq again.

Hazri and Faruq laughed softly.

The conversation continued for a while longer. Until this friendship is fulfilled by Faruq. The important thing is he already knows ‘Haji Mahmud’ no shakes. It's easy to stay put by his drum.

After greeting each other, Faruq and Ami moved on. Hazri looked at Ami's walking body.

“Yaa Allah...,” he sighed softly, then sighed deeply.

“Mar, Ma'am first yes..,” greet Ami when crossing Marno who was hanging out with his friends, these farm workers. It's past work hours. In front of them was a new sporty motorcycle. The girl, who's in the administration, keeps looking like a postage stamp.

“Iya, Ma'am..” reply Marno with a smile.

“Mak Ami more beautiful yes?” Marno commented after Ami and Faruq were a bit far away, forgetting that she was there. Patch him.

Friends laughing. Hazri too. Funny to see Marno overwhelmed seduce the girl. Feeling interested, Hazri also menu there.

“New motor, Mar?” she asked.

“Eh, yes, Mr. Haji,” replied Marno.

Seeing the appearance of Hazri, forced the girl to delay the first snack. Easy to continue again if necessary.

“Whose way?” ask Hazri again.

“I, Sir.”

“Honda Tiger yes?” remember Hazri with his Tiger bike first. A very respected motor all over Jogja.

Marno nodded.

Hazri also dabbled in the motor gas. “Good, Mar. Make me...”.

“Pak Haji want? I'll get you.”

“This one is it. You take it again.”

“Eeem, but this one is already on my behalf his letters, Sir?”

“Nothing, good instead. I don't have to bother with Samsat, do I?” Hazri laughs.

Martha laughed too. “Ya already then, Mr. Haji. Most tomorrow or the day after the letters are in order.”

Hazri nodded. “This credit, Mar?”

“Further gradual cash. Pay six times do not use interest, as long as you can bring another take credit motor.”

“Ooh. So, you guys are also on fetch motor?” ask Hazri to the others.

Almost all nodded. “Those ducks only, Mr. Haji. That's enough already. Shocked it feels like we can credit the motor..” said one of them.

“Good, good. Hopefully the benefits are yes,” said Hazri.

They nodded again too.

“So, the butut duck is finished dong, Pak Haji?” ask Marno. It means the duck's motorbikes are sitting on Faruq's ex.

Hazri laughs. “Let's be there. Many memories.”

Marno. “This one makes memboncengin Mbak Ami yes, sir?” her fishing rod teases.

Hazri laughed, not answering. It's true already. Who knows, Ami is going to Progo. Repot if using the doyok motor, do not be not strong nadjak hitchhikin both. Where the pernya is worn, hard gujlak-gajluk.

“The more beautiful Ma'am Ami came home from Jogja. So, town boy, white huh, hehehe.... Like a crossbreed girl,” chirps Marno.

His friends laughed, Hazri mesem. Manyun's girl.

“Don't be jealous, Marni. My love is round only to you.” Marno. The girl also pinched his arm, tame-bench female pigeons.

“Felt-taste, pity also Mbak Ami's. Most people like it anyway. Until I have to go to Jogja everything. In a moment, if people, people already know he exists, there will be many more houses Pak Junet menggurutin men,” said Marno innocently.

“That's it, Mar?” Hazri's lured.

“Yes, Mr. Haji. It's pretty anyway. Widows are other too. Huh, so far compared to Bu Susi and her friends hehehe...”.

“Kang..,” Marni reprimands her boyfriend.

“Emang Yes. Yes no?” Martha asked for the support of her friends.

“Betul, Boss..,” sahut them. “Kayak milk water repaid tuba,” chirps one of them. They also snorted pretently to know. Whatdoes thatmean?

“Except if Pak Haji comes. Hemh, all haze..”.

“Ah, you this, Mar. Can be aja.”

“Betul, Mr. Haji. Mr. Kades is still being fought when it comes to Mbak Ami. There are none in Tidar. Uh, except Marni-lah yes, hehehe..., forget me.”.

The kids are also out. Hazri laughs. Marni pretends to frown.

“Indeed Mr Haji does not have a crush on Mbak Ami?” ask Marnie again. This boy is very outspoken when he talks.

“Kang...,” Marni reprimands again.

Hazri laughed, not making a statement. Then, move back home. “That motor put here yes,” he said while walking.

“Iya, Sir,” Marno.

Know her....