The Bukit Atas Heritage House
BLACK CHICKEN

Kyai Hasan asked Fatimah to prepare lunch for me and Tono mas. Fatimah deftly prepared everything herself. I was so amazed by her beauty that I didn't realize that Kyai Hasan was asking. Mas Tono nudged my hand, whispering..

"Mas.mas Linggar, asked kyai tuh.."

"Ah...what about Tono?."

"Kyai Hasan, it was something mas."

I can't hide my shame, being caught watching her daughter.

"Sorry kyai..tadi kyai asked what?."

"Look, son, we should have to leave before the Ashar Adhan, so that we do not arrive at the house nak Linggar."

"Good kyai."

Fatimah appeared from behind the door, gently whispering to her ashes.

"Sorry Abi, the food is ready. Abi so leave this afternoon ?."

"Yes neng. Eneng should come along, because Abi does not have the heart to spend on his own. Oh yes neng, do not forget to tell some santri, to come with us. We're leaving in half an hour."

"Good Abi."

Fatimah rushed to prepare everything, her tall body seemed very agile and energetic.

"Fatimah is the champion of silat loh nak Linggar. He trains Santriwati's martial arts at the cottage at night, while during the day, he helps me at the tea plantation."

"Well, I didn't expect kyai. I thought Fatimah was just an ordinary woman."

"The woman must be smart, strong and moral. For a woman shall be a mother, and she shall be the first madrassa for our children."

I just nodded hearing the short tausiyah of kyai. In my heart I pray, hopefully I can make Fatimah my wife.

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The time showed at 13:15 minutes, when we decided to leave, the weather looked very friendly, not too hot and also not cloudy. Before leaving kyai Hasan gave some instructions that we must do in anticipation of all possibilities. Some students carefully pay attention to the instructions given. After praying, I and the group moved up the hillside, my heart like a flower, because Fatimah joined the group.

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My string reads.bi Inah. I deliberately give bi Inah mobile phone, so that if something happens, bi Inah can directly contact me.

"Assynolajet. Yes bi, what's up ?."

"Vaalaikumusallam's chat. Den.from since Aden left, Asep mang not out of the pavilion, already so, aunt squirms Asep mang bring black chicken out of the house and slaughter it. Aunty's afraid of den."

"Auntie don't go anywhere. House door in the lock, say Parjo, check all the doors."

"Yes, it's den."

Then the phone disconnected. Kyai Hasan seemed to understand the situation, he instructed his students to move faster, in order to arrive before Maghrib.

Fatimah nimbly and deftly walked up the foot of the hill, I did not see any fatigue on her beautiful face. Even with passion he gave his cue to the santri. While I myself, have been a little bored, as well as mas Tono.

By the time of Adhan Ashar, we were almost home. We stopped for a moment to pray. Although we are in a state of emergency, we remain solemn in worship and hope all groups are safe on this journey.

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My house is starting to look. If there's no obstacle, ten more minutes, we're there. So happy, I did not squirm, if in front of me there is a hole. My body staggered, before finally, falling on the ground.

Fatimah who saw my condition, reflexes approached, and tried to help, but the intention was undone. He then called a santri man, and told him to treat the wounds on my body.

I was disappointed, but after the students who howled I made it clear, I could understand his condition. Fatimah is not good for me.