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A Fidelity Of Other Realms

Assalamualaikum friend, this time again I want to share a true story about the life experience of Datuk/Tuk me.

He is known by the name H.Damrah, from the village of Jingah babaris or village Badaun the name of the village is now.

Atuk a warrior who in his time participated in the struggle to repel the invaders in the Rantau area and surrounding areas.

Rantau is one of the districts in the province of South Kalimantan.

Actually, not a few stories of local religious devotion in and expel the invaders from his homeland. But this time I want to tell you about the loyalty of creatures from other realms.

Although he had received several awards as one of the war veterans who contributed to the struggle to expel the occupiers. He was also a reliable farmer, much of the land and gardens he had taken care of himself without the help of workers.

This strange incident began around the 1970s according to what I was telling you.

The busy caring for rice fields and gardens makes him sometimes have to spend the night in the cottage, especially near the harvest is almost rare he returned home.

According to his narration at that time the fish was still abundant and enough to install fish traps/Lukah at night, then taken again in the morning. A day is more than enough to eat a week.

Until one morning blind, I saw a little boy looking for a fish. It was strange that he approached to see what he was seeing.

Sure enough, young children around the age of 7 years are very good at finding fish without tools. For quite a long time he noticed, with the intention to ask who and where the little boy was.

Then he approached the boy and asked him about the results he got.

"Wai sampatnya bakacal, kulihan ai leh son? Saurat haja ah Pian"

In Banjar language which means;

"Kok mornin' real nyari fish, dapet right son, did you own it?"

"Excellent can ae" he answered briefly as he continued to feel the existence of the fish with his two nimble hands.

What feels strange according to Atuk me is that there are children who dare to look for fish alone in the middle of a vast swamp.

Just a picture of the community farm is part of a swamp that is very wide, so according to the story even crocodiles and large snakes are seen there.

Returning about the little boy earlier, after a brief conversation, Atuk left him to take some of the lukah he installed last night.

After he finished taking the Lukah he installed Atuk also returned to the cottage, because the atmosphere was still early and cold Atuk also lit a fire to boil water and sweet potatoes for breakfast.

After boiling water he immediately brewed tea to warm his body, then suddenly he was made surprised by the arrival of a small will that he met earlier appeared in front of the cottage.

"Ulun asked for coffee bulih, let's do it"

(You can ask for coffee, don't use sugar) he said.

Sontak Atuk also asserted and told him to go into the cottage while presenting boiled sweet potatoes that had been sprinkled with sugar.

After being given coffee, the child drank once without feeling the slightest heat and then headed straight out of the cottage without a word.

There Atuk already felt there was something strange with this child and believed he was not from the human class.

The next morning Atuk went home in the village to deliver the fish, then returned to the cottage during the day.

From a distance he saw the child who had been waiting in front of the cottage yesterday, without saying much Atuk immediately boiled water to make coffee. After being re-presented he drank it with one throat and then left again.

That's how every day the child continues to come according to Atuk's story, until a few weeks later he began to wonder what the child wanted until it always came.

One morning Atuk deliberately waited for the child with coffee that had been brewed right.

Soon the boy came and Atuk spoke before he left.

"Putam handak napang tuh? mun handsak say I ayuha ikam silent inia wan me. Consider it ha I'm kitan ikam tuh ai"

(What do you want? if you want to come with me, please stay here. Think of me as your parent)

Hearing that, the child for the first time smiled as he approached and hugged Atuk.

From that time he lived in the cottage and often helped Atuk install lukah or clean the grass in the rice fields.

According to the story Atuk the boy could not talk but he listened and understood what we were talking about.

His body growth is also quite fast than the normal child. One more thing that makes it surprising, only Atuk who can see it even Atuk's own wife can not see it.

In his heart, Atuk already considers him as a child even though he is not from the human race, he is very diligent to help even when left back to the village there is only what he does in the fields or looking for fish.

The day passed and it would grow up quickly, Honestly several times I had time to ask Atuk what the name of the child, the name of the child, but he never told me on the grounds of abstinence his name was mentioned by someone else.

According to Atuk it was only the act of the child to scare people who have bad intentions in his rice field. The term he just keep the rice fields and goods but if people do not have good intentions he never interfere.

After a long time the child grew into a young adult and Atuk began to enter the age of twilight, no longer clearly see and unable to walk far. So who manages the rice fields in place of his second child who has not married.

While the first child is my grandmother and already have his own house not far about 20 minutes walk from the house Atuk.

I often visit or stay at Atuk, it is exciting because he always tells a lot about life experiences. Starting from being a warrior to the story of the child of the supernatural nation he adopted.

I was always excited to listen to every story, which I remember Atuk could not see but he could know who came home. It was because his adopted son told him.

At that time I was 11 years old and was among the most beloved of the Atuk, in addition to telling me also many wise tips that he ordered. His name is still my children just say yes.

Until one night Atuk was sick with severe shortness of breath, and he said soon he wanted to go home. All the families gathered sadly while praying for Atuk who began to have difficulty breathing. But all I heard was that his mouth kept saying the shahadah over and over again.

Suddenly he cried and said,

"Let's not be in my aur I'm handak bulik, Ikam Ikhlaskan world hereafter"

(Don't you interrupt, I'm going home. I have opened the world and the Hereafter)

atuk lirih.

Then the children asked

"napa tuk, hello to the great Pian"

(Why tuk, who's bothering Atuk)

"This is my son Nang in subalah, let me be. Bapangsar baulit inya dihiga manggarahung jd kdkw remember me"

(It's not just my son from the next nature who won't let me go. Keep crying aside to disturb me in remembering God)

After that again heard the phrase creed that continues to be repeated by Atuk. Until I witnessed it myself when his voice slowly disappeared and everything became quiet.

Before long the crying broke out in that house, even I immediately cried as it happened. Our dearly loved ones have now returned to Rahmatullah in 1996.

People started to arrive and I sat next to Atuk's body which had been covered with cloth. Until I felt very sleepy and then delivered to the room by my mother, I was the last I remembered.

The next day Atuk's funeral procession began early in the morning, until about 10 am all was finished.

The custom in our place if there is a family who died after being buried directly followed by recitation of the Qur'an beside the tomb to khatam for 3 (three) consecutive days.

It was my mother who was assigned to deliver meals to the readers of the Qur'an. Morning, day and night are always delivered food and other necessities.

On the first night I forced my mother to come with me to deliver food to the tomb, at first my mother refused but because I forced her to just order

"if later see strange things quite silent and do not be reprimanded yes"

Mom said and I nodded without knowing what mom meant.

After walking for about 20 minutes we almost arrived at the tent where people were reciting the Qur'an.

But when I arrived in front of the tent, suddenly I was shocked to the point of seeing a large tall creature with an all-white shape standing on the outside behind the tent.

Mother only hinted for me to bow while she hugged.

But strangely I just keep looking at the creature because the distance between us is very close no more than 5 meters.

I noticed his stature was high and large but only in the form of a clear cloth that glistened in white light. Likewise with his face that does not seem invisible when we are clearly opposite.

Mom quickly pulled me into the tent, serving the food we had brought. After that, we immediately went home and mom whispered so as not to look at what was outside.

I walked while being hugged by my mother, walked quickly so as to get home quickly, understand that at that time our village was still quiet and many large trees on the side of the road added to the impression of being haunted.

Arriving at home then the mother told me that the one outside the tent was a pet Atuk. Perhaps so great a sense of regret that he was always seen around the tomb Atuk.

Why can you know, because Atuk had advised not to be afraid if later his adopted son came and was seen around the tomb. Because he already considers Atuk as his parents.

Then the story of this faithful adopted child continues until now, still often residents see like there is someone around Atuk's tomb but when approached suddenly disappeared .

That is how this story I share hopefully there are good things that we can take from this story.

Do not forget I ask that friends would pray for me to always get Grace and a decent place there.