Way Home
88. heartbreak line

And the plague of neighboring whispers spread rapidly. A week after that, almost all villagers already know that ‘Haji Mahmud’ has a heart with Mbak Ami, his daughter Pak Junet. I don't know who was the first to hit the drum. It could be Faruq, it could be Marno. Or the other one. ‘Sialya’, some residents caught ‘Haji Mahmud’ shaking motorbike with Mbak Ami. Out of nowhere or where. Clearly alone, though not friendly. More aggressively....

To Progo, meet their mursyid. In fact, Hazri and Ami have arranged the meeting point far there Tidar Market. Go from there, separate it there too. But still be caught.

Of course, the line of heartbreak was long. First, a group of men who have a heavy crush on Ami. Strange, almost all men with wives or widows who feel themselves have a chance. True said Marno, Mr. Kades was included. Karno did not dare to try because his son was bullied. Dikasih know in advance that ‘Haji Mahmud’ wants to go down the mountain. The second, Susi's group and friends. Here are the other girls who have a heavy crush on ‘Haji Mahmud’. Faruq's story, the widows protest. Should be one of those chosen ‘Haji Mahmud’ because it has been a long time business. Ami just got home. Not fair dong. Both of these widows....

Hazri chuckles. Faruq laughed out loud.

But, until a month later Hazri still did not move. In fact, the situation is conducive. The line of heartbreak has been able to accept the defeat of both men and women. Mr. Kades even now who became sexy busy pumping Hazri, with Faruq. Susi's group was ready. You have received bribed several pieces of Muslim clothing. Faruq's wife arranged it, cooperating with her husband. Ordinary, non budget funds. “The problem, the most serious of this group if protest. Rada less shy. Can disrupt public order...,” said Faruq gave an excuse. Hazri is also strung out.

But, that was, not yet Hazri forward proposed. In fact, Faruq has repeatedly asserted that men who are ready to marry, can propose at any time. Do not bother to use all guardians if there is none.

Hazri grimaced. The problem is not that simple. There's no Mother Goddess, and...Ria's. How'this? Does he have to go back to Jombang to tell Mom? Do I have to talk to the Goddess? Then, how's Ria? To put it bluntly, Haji Ridwan's third daughter clung firmly to his memory wall. Cannot be disassembled. Don't know why? In fact, never dating no, never had a crush either. Only time accidentally saw his face in Surabaya. Now the memory of Zilfa is also closely attached. Present how this...?

So Hazri also taqarrub, throwing away all hope and wish. Only Him. It is up to Him, to appreciate himself. If his iradat to Jombang then he must have arrived in Jombang, if you meet the Goddess first surely meet. If you get married immediately, it will happen. And, if not all of this then it would never have existed. That is why in the view of ordinary Hazri seems to have not been able to make a decision. In fact, it is not about being able or not able, but about being self-sufficient to the Absolute. About surrender to His will.

Although the stage of his spiritual journey under Hazri, Ami can understand that his ‘Mas Mahmud is not in doubt. There's no way a super-conscious human has any fear about this. His fear is unanimous only to Allah, the other Srimulat, the doang guyonan. Ami is convinced that Hazri is waiting for ‘hintu’. That's why he's calm. Not then grusak-grusuk like people do not have confidence. These hot issues about passive attitude ‘Haji Mahmud’ are responded to with a smile. Sweet..

This afternoon the two of them went back to Pak Subakir. Hazri who invites because she feels called inwardly by her murshid. The Murshid smiled at the familiarity of the pair of students.

“Where, Mas Mahmud? Dad, understand Jamal but not the taste? It can't be that science, hehehe.”.

Hazri. Ami nodded. His face was reddish.

A moment after Subakir said that, Hazri suddenly felt a sense of penghujam himself. Not a voice, not a word. Just taste. He looked at his murshid. Subakir nodded slowly. Hazri sighed, giving thanks in her heart. Ami did not see this scene because he was still lowered. That feeling, even if it is not a sound, if it is voiced it reads, “Marry Hi Muhammad!”

Not long this time. Ami was a little surprised because Hazri invited her home quickly. In fact, in some sowan together before, if you have talked with Mr. Subakir and the brothers, time seems to stop. Strong they sat all day in a saung discussing Him without moving. Sometimes seriously, sometimes laugh. Ami and Bu Subakir who noticed the behavior of the men from the living room could only shake their heads.

After taking Ami to his house, Hazri goes straight to Faruq's place. He's at his house, watching TV.

“Later tonight, Ustadz,” says Hazri.

“Later tonight? Tonight means?” Faruq.

Hazri nodded. “Bakda isya’.”

Faruq was silent for a moment. “Pak Junet already told?”

“Not yet. What need?”

“Yes, that. They also have to be ready. If we come it turns out they are out how?”

Hazri. Understandably, never married. “Let me go there last ashar. Mr. Haji get ready.”

Hazri nodded. “Thank you, Ustadz.”

Faruq. “Yesterday awaited everyone, silent. Now people are silent, even loud. It could be his war tactics. But, why? Is it only now aware that the tubers are melting? Hehehe..”.

Hazri nyerdeleh only.

“OK, ready. Later tonight we go there ya.”

Hazri nodded too. “Thank you once again.”

After a short chat, Hazri returned to her home.

Seconds are ticking....

After praying isya’ congregated at the mosque, Hazri and Faruq headed straight for Junet's house. The host is ready to wait, because it has been in-calling Faruq bakda ashar.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet Hazri. Faruq smiled.

“Wa’alaikum salam..” Junet. “Mari, let Mr. Haji..” he invites his guests into the house.

Bu Junet appeared with a sumringah face. “Pak Haji...” sweep. Brightest right. Did not expect that the stray guest who used to look for Iis it would turn out to be his ex. Who is not proud to be in-law ‘Haji Mahmud’? It's been a shadow of him since this afternoon.

“Where is the cab, Mr Haji?” ask Junet to make small talk.

“Healthy, Sir..,” replied Hazri mesem. Faruq.

“Bu, where's the treat? This is Pak Haji kok called?”

“Oo yes. Mbak, the treat...,” said Ms. Junet.

Ami appears carrying a tray of treats with a smile, Hazri glares. Busyet, pretty nian. Must have been deliberately grooming to welcome this future husband. Faruq. “Ugh, jebol ubun-ubunku...,” he said slowly but soundingly. Junet and his wife. Hazri grimaced, Ami blushed red.

After arranging the treat at the table, Ami was about to go inside again. Faruq. “Here alone, Ma'am. Let's not strain the mood because there is a beautiful accompany,” he said while glancing at Hazri. The smash pretended not to know the problem. Junet and his wife messed up again. Ami blushed again, then sat down next to her mother. Ready to follow the plenary session.

Even silence after that. Hazri waits for Faruq's bait, while Faruq waits for Hazri's opening. As for Junet and his wife, who maneuvered first was not important.

“Pak Haji? Waduh, later the break-up can be executed. Until it's okay, too. Now the request used to be given..,” sentil Faruq tengil.

Junet and his wife laughed. Ami blushed again.

Hazri looked at Faruq. Damn it Ustadz.

“Ehem...,” Hazri dehemes slowly. “Pak Junet, the intention of my arrival is to propose to the father's daughter.” Hazri said finally. So formal.

Faruq chuckles. “Already accompanied by Ami was still tense so, hehehe..”.

Hazri was grumpy too.

Junet and his wife were relieved. “Pak Haji, the principle is that we approve. It's up to the Ami,” Junet said.

“Wah, just as tense ni yee..,” chirps Faruq again.

They also laughed lightly. Ami smiled while looking down. His gratitude to Allah bounces gently in the heart.

Ami nodded slowly. After pretending to be a little. Keep image.

“Alhamdulillah..,” says Faruq. All follow “Let's pray,” take him. Then he read another prayer line confirming it.

After a short tea break, the conversation continued. Technical affairs.

“As for you because I have no experience of marriage..” said Hazri answered Junet's question about what is the custom of marriage.

Everyone heard Hazri's words just now. You see, so far people suspect ‘Haji Mahmud’ is a widower. So do they. How not? Hazri men in this village have an average of three or four children.

“Sorry, Mr. Haji, sorry. Haji sir has never been married?” faruq's question represented another heart question.

“Iya. Why?” Hazri was a little surprised. It's true that she never married. Get married, not married.

Faruq grimacing. “I guess widower. Residents here thought so..”.

“Ah, cook Ustadz? How do I not know?”

“Yeah, nobody talks. Just think about it.”

Hazri laughed a little. “Two without kids is it?”

Faruq marbled, but then silently looked at Junet. Seen to sigh, so did his wife. Ami. All speechless.

“Lho, really at silent. What's the matter?” ask Hazri.

Junet sighed again.“Look, Mr. Haji, Ami is not a girl.” he said slowly while looking at Hazri.

Hazri's forehead was wrinkled confused. “I know. What's the matter, sir?”

Junet glanced at his wife. “Eemm, here it is not common for virgins to marry widows.”

“Hah? Can't?” hazri's turn was shocked.

“Can't be, Mr. Haji. Not common,” Junet said again.

“Oo. Just let. I ask for your daughter not because of a girl or a widow,” Hazri said with a smile. Glancing at him, Ami also smiled.

“Mantap, Boss. So, because what dong? Beautiful huh?” chirps Faruq relieved.

Hazri nodded with a laugh. Because of Your will, he spoke inwardly with his laughter.

Everyone laughed with relief.

The conversation can continue. For custom, agree Javanese custom. Place, agreed that wooden house in the woods. Make no mistake, even though on the edge of the forest, busyet really became the house. Karno is crazy, the architect is the same. The wooden house is no less model with luxury villas in the Puncak area. Honestly, this is even. Hazri also laughed about the hundreds of millions of dollars that Karno was selling there.

About mascawine, surrender, which similar trinkets so that later Faruq's wife takes care of. Must have been the same discussion as Bu Junet and Ami. For her that woman. Men do not interfere if they do not want to experience dizziness themselves. The date was set, three weeks away. The invitation is up to Junet and Faruq. Hazri. laughed when she heard that Faruq was going to invite the Regent. “Look at it later..,” challenge the serious ustadz. Junet and his wife smiled proudly.

Still talking. Junet asked about Hazri's family. That means asking for advice on how to invite his iron candidate. Hazri sighed. “My family is far away Mr. Junet. My father died a long time ago, my mother was old and often sickly. I have a sister, married. Follow her husband..”.

Everyone is silent waiting for the continuation of this Hazri story.

“If I may please understand the family here so that my family does not need to be invited. Eemm, frankly there's a reason. But, it is very personal. I can't say it here. Insha Allah, in time, I will bring my family here or we who are there together,” continued Hazri.

Junet. Faruq.

“I guarantee. By Allah, I have no wife or children in the village. Not anywhere else...,” Hazri said with a smile.

And then everyone laughed. Ami smiled at Hazri. His lips are smiling. So sweet.

That was his silent target. You see, the victim of boasting of a widower or a bodong virgin has passed a lot, including here. Not to believe ‘Haji Mahmud’, just be careful. But, now all are relieved, sure that the speech ‘Haji Mahmud’ was right. Ami knows who Hazri is in Progo.

“Oo yes, Mr. Junet, I still have one more request nih,” said Hazri.

“What is it?” ask Junet.

Hazri laughed a little. “Begini, eemm.. I do not want to be dressed.”.

“What diet, Mr Haji?” ask Junet in wonder.

“I don't want to wear custom clothes.”

“Lho, why?” ask Miss Junet.

Hazri grimacing. “Shame, Mom, gini lifetime dibedakin. Bring keris again..” Everyone immediately chuckled. Ami laughed a little while looking down.

“As for Hajj only,” said Junet.

His lips are still laughing. “But, Mom, Ami is still beautiful.” pinta Hazri while glancing at his future wife who was glimpsed blushing.

“Oo sure, Mr. Haji..,” Bu Junet replied happily.

“Keep what?” ask Faruq.

“Jas,” replied Hazri short.

“Oo good. I guess wear a sarong,” joked Faruq.

Everyone chuckles again. There's-there's this ustadz.

“Let's wear the sheath when it's quiet..,” tease Faruq again.

Dark again, laughing again...

And, all began to move, as the news spread, ‘Haji Mahmud Doro’ will get married. Ustadz Faruq became chairman of the committee, assisted by commissioner Karno. Marno, Sugeng, and his men hold a busy sexy. Come here while still taking care of the birds. Bu Junet, Bu Faruq, and other PKK mothers voluntarily jumped into the section ‘women's complexity’. All the meal plans, open debates, scarves, fabrics, jewelry, selection of the best makeup artist, make up, and all other trinkets that are difficult for men to understand. Susi and her members did not want to be left behind. Come here and comment. Comment doang. Nyerocos is like a ball commentator. Ami in the pingitan, can't come out. Hazri giddy look at this ‘ple mess’. Finally, just smile at the mosque, twisting his beloved black prayer beads while listening to the innocent voice of the children