GOODBYE
2. Pamite

That afternoon in Banjumari, Hanafi was walking alone measuring the sidewalk. He accidentally caught a pickpocket snatching a girl's wallet. Not wearing rames, this young man ambushed the suspect and beat him in an empty alley because he did not want to return the loot. Then, sincerely, Hanafi returned the wallet to its owner. The girl was shocked when she realized that a moment through her wallet had a walk. And, continued to tremble looking at the sincere gaze of the helper. Fall for her, mount up at first sight. Apparently, the jaka is the same. The story, not clapping one hand.

But it's not easy....

Haryati, a beautiful Chinese virgin, the daughter of a master of a big gold shop in Banjumari, has a love affair with Hanafi, a native Javanese tempe factory worker. China with Java, the tones runyam. And, it's getting weird because of Haryati Christianity, Hanafi Islam. So, prevention efforts were intensively carried out by women. The parents and all the Haryati brothers were united against without a shadow of a blow. No need for a lot of arguments. Only one, “No!”

However, Haryati who was being rolled up the storm of romance did not lose saying no. He vowed, “If not Mas Nafi, no!” Point. Strongly armored his determination. The family was stunned, no one thought that virgin as beautiful and gentle as she was able to weld steel because of the touch of native love.

Actually, Hanafi did not want to force. Of course, he knew that he also loved Haryati, but did not want to force. If the virgin wishes to continue, she will accompany her whole heart. Otherwise, for whatever reason, he gave it up. So is the Javanese youth resistance style. Perhaps inspired a little by Mahatma Gandhi's Abimsa movement.

However, because the model is so, Haryati even more tired of loving him.

“If you continue, break up!" threaten his father, one day.

“When?!” Haryati attacked back. His clear narrowed eyes looked at the family elders surrounding him.

Surprised again all of them.

“Haryati, I'm serious about this!” snarl his father again.

“I'm serious too! More serious than everything here..!” rebut the girl, her voice vibrated. “Who is more serious than me?” his sigh, with teary wet eyes. “Who is being hurt?”

All quiet, silent.

Failing inside, they moved outside. But, it is not easy also it turns out because Hanafi is not the type of young man easily daunted. He faced his elder brother Haryati bravely. Fortunately, it was not up to a fight as both sides could still hold back. However, the conclusion floated as Hanafi firmly said, “Terasah Haryati. Next, I am ready. No, I'm willing. But, you guys don't bother me. Don't chilli-try..!”

Behind the trepidation seems to be the Haryati family. However, they realize they are in a vulnerable position if they clash with the natives. The article is clear, “right or wrong, wrong China”. There have been “provision” since the time of Jan Pieterzoon Coen ruled in Batavia. So, to make the game beautiful, they change the strategy. Not a direct attack, soared first through AMeng, the owner of the tempe factory; the expansion capital of this factory is sixty percent of the loan from Ko Liow. Soft loan. As a result, Hanafi was called to face the boss.

“Ko AMeng wants to fire me?” Hanafi asked after AMeng told him with a heavy heart.

AMeng sighed, “No words, the loss I fired you. The problem is in the situation, not anything else. Bittersweet indeed, but I have to ask you to leave first from here until the situation subsides. Again, not firing. I just asked you to disappear for a while.”

Hanafi stared at the dragonfly, his eyes twitching.

“If the situation does not subside, how about, Ko?” he asked slowly.

“Nobody knows what's going to happen tomorrow. It's good not to think too much. I don't know if it's going to stop or not, but there's no constant storm. There must have been. Well, we'll see later as to how the end it is.”

Hanafi remained silent.

“Nafi, you understand the situation, right?” AMeng said slowly.

“Iya, Ko, get it. Yes, if it should be like this. When should I go?” sigh Hanafi, while looking at his words.

AMeng smiled miris. “You're not mad at me, are you?”

Hanafi returned a smile, miris as well. “Who can be angry to Ko AMeng?”

AMeng laughed softly, the feeling of starfruit wuluh.

“Sama-sama, Nafi. Heemh, it's sad that you left too, huh? Remember, I didn't fire you. If it stops later, come back here again. Don't hesitate.”

“Iya, Ko, I'll remember that. Eem, can I send a message to Haryati if Engko meets her? If possible..”.

“Bby, can. What?”

Hanafi mesem kecut. “That yesterday, Ko. I love him, but please tell him not to push himself. As Engko said, the situation is difficult. Pity Haryati when it comes to how.”

AMeng sighed, then nodded.

“Ya already, Ko, I'm saying goodbye. Again, thank you very much,” said Hanafi.

“Iya, yes. Go home to Batu Raden. Calm down there, huh?” Hanafi nodded, greeted his good man, then left. AMeng stared at the back of one of his honest workers who had to leave Banjumari, out of love....

First day at Batu Raden, at his parents' house, Hanafi has not told him about his stymied love “wall of China”. He said he was hit by a reduction in workers at the tempe factory. His mother believed him, but his father did not appear, though he did not comment

Tomorrow is still the same, the shabbiness then Hanafi could not stand it. He also opened his love story “China” wall.

“Oalah, Nafi, Nafi.., in love with China..,” muttered Surtiyah, her mother. Hanafi grimacing sour. Subagyo, his father, laughed softly.

“What's up Java?” his mother continued to menggedumel.

“Hehehe...,” Subagyo increasingly chuckles. “But, good as it is, there is no story yet in our family. Ayu ora?”

Ringisan sour Hanafi ketiban sugar hear that, so sweet pepper.

“Oalah, the father of the same child is the same. His father also want to try?” Surtiyah glared, her lips are a little manyun. The father and son both laughed.

“Yes, no, Sur. Chinese Ayune is like other ayumu, the material is different. If he is ayu, if you are wayu tajuan,? hehehe...”.

Surtiyah change pouty. Hanafi and his father laughed.

“Continue, what are your plans?” Subagyo asked, after the laughter subsided.

“Quietly first, Sir. Later I find work again,” replied Hanafi.

Subagyo mangosteen, “Lha, your girlfriend's business?”

Hanafi shook his head slowly, “Not knowing me, Sir. How will it later. Ko AMeng said, the storm must have passed..”.

His mother and father smiled.

“Yes already, wait for the storm to finish. Only, you have to be strong, must be tough to hold it. The storm must have passed. The problem is, after the storm your ship is still there? If the ship is destroyed with the storm, yes it runs out also the story,” Subagyo gives encouragement to his only child.

Hanafi let out a heavy breath.

Not long after a moment of silence there, Hanafi resigned. He was sleepy, he said. It's past eleven o'clock. In the room, he stared at the ceiling....