Among Thousand Journeys

Bus Accident

“Ya when the contract expires at

the world, yes it must be dead.” I said jokingly.

“This is the dead, the one who likes to hook me

kok..” says Sohib.

“La emang if you like to hook you can not die? Yes if it is in time yes still will die.” I replied.

“Yes strange who died who was on my hook, is not it strange?”

“Yes not strange, la ndak nyantet you, seBus group can die really if the accident nyemplung ravine, it's a sign sometimes the dead can also be entourage, heheheh...” I theorize ngawur while ngetawai Sohib.

“Eh would like to meet Kyai?” ask Sohib.

“I don't know now Kyai where, yes obviously want to meet, I'm also his student, if you only, then you already have a council, and already have many students and pilgrims’ah many, many, and I don't have.” yet

“Come if you want to meet, later together to Jakarta.” said Sohib.

“Emang Kyai in Jakarta?”

“Iya.”

“Where?” “In the workshop Macan.” replied Sohib.

“Ya I'm leaving tonight.” I said.

I immediately prepared the bag, my miss sense on

Kyai was unstoppable, I gave my wife permission that night

departing.

It's 2010 and the story of 2012 is still long.

At nine o'clock I left for Ponolawen, the usual crossroads if you want to go to Jakarta, but the bus that runs is already on leave. Ah forced to stop the bus from the direction of Semarang, usually sometimes it can be a bus that is already crowded with passengers, or can be a bad bus, like to break down on the road and not worth the road, or can be a bad bus, indonesia is like that, the truth is.

Jakarta-Pekalongan ticket price is usually 45 thousand, there is a bus stop, and offers directions to Jakarta, actually it would be nice if I get off the terminal of Kampung Rambutan, but because of the Kalideres terminal is also okay, indeed, if you go to the place of the Tigers in Bambu Apus enakan to the terminal of Kampung Rambutan, but it's okay from now on even more nights do not get a bus.

I got a seat in the middle, all the seats were empty, and the bus was pretty ugly, not AC, the sound was noisy, because the glass was a lot of loose, so it was, so imagine if the Indonesian people have a business spirit like abroad, consumer service is prioritized, to get customers, but the soul of a polite person turns over, the consumer service is preferred, to get customers, like yellow rice flipped from a pile on the ground, everything goes back to the HEART, communists can be kind, if the heart is good, and even Muslims will be bad if the heart is nifak or hypocritical.

Actually for good manners that man does not care about Islam or not Islam, as long as he measures with himself, then must be good manners, an act of behavior, or behavior, if it will hurt himself to be hugged by others, then surely others will also be equally sick if hugged, then do not want to do that to others, then surely people will be kind. For all men are equal in their share, in their pain and disappointment.

If we are bitten by others, feel pain, then others will also hurt if we bite, then do not do to others, if we are deceived by others, do not want to, do not want to, then don't deceive anyone else.

If biting wants, biting does not want, yes we are no different from dogs.

If you eat willing and eaten unwilling, the same as a tiger.

The man is also predictable, always likes to make up for his shortcomings, by showing what he is missing in the shortcomings, the person who is dry of smell, will like to wear excess fragrances, he said, short people will like to wear high heels, people who lack Arabic will like to talk using the term many Arabic, people whose knowledge is superficial, every talk will relate to the science of sare’at, people who understand shallow will like mangosteen and like to laugh bilateman talk laugh.

The poor will be a rich-ass style. Because the tall person will not show his height, the person who understands Arabic does not need to show his understanding, the person who is religious, religious, do not talk also people will know from the actions of heroes’inya keep from violating religious laws.

So it is easy to actually know the character of a person's shortcomings in what field.

skips...

The conductor approached me, I gave him 45 grand.

“Less mas..” the conductor said.

“La how much?” my many.

“75 thousand.” answer.

“Lho does it match the damage value?”

“Ah is okay.” I said then give money 30 thousand. The conductor passed, and I measured, if there was a collision I was also in the middle, it was okay, I thought.

Then lean the body to the back of the chair, and choose to sleep. Arriving at the Cikampek toll, I woke up like someone was waking up, then I sat down slightly lowered my head, and

“DAAARRR..!, DuuuAARRR..!” there was so loud the sound of a bus crash, with the truck in front, and,

So the bus crashed into the back of the truck, a hard impact up to 5 times, the windshield was all gone, scattering, I heard the glass flying over my head. I don't think my 30 ribs will cover enough of the bus damage, and the conductor who pulled the money on me looks squashed, doesn't know how his legs are.

I'm fine with being deceived or didzolimi, anyway,

Allaah is all-seeing, all-quick is his doom.

Time to go through the journey

still can not make me legowo if beaten by people, then I have to return to be a madman who must surround the land of Java.

So remember, I'm at a retail gas house, you know,

there's people buying gasoline, I pouring, and there's

a drop of two drops that fell, the buyer said,

“Yes I lose mas if the gasoline is dripped

gitu.” said.

“Ya ndak papa I replace.” replied me, then

took a liter of gasoline and I poured, in exchange for a drop of two drops he complained about.

Strangely, three days the man had not brought it

the car, he said, was lost when it was parked.

If he knew his car would be exchanged for

a liter of gasoline, surely he will refuse to die-off

when I give gasoline a liter.

skips...

All passengers get off, and the driver is the same

the clamped conductor screamed, I didn't

can do nothing, especially if I see blood like to faint.

The motorway tow truck came, and the front

the bus pulled the conductor can be removed, and out of the bus in a state of being swept, the other leg does not know what is not broken, I just see from a distance.

Then the passengers were told to take the bus again, and the bus was on its way with a towed tow truck. We were dropped off at the toll gate, it was good to have a bus headed for Rambutan Village, I immediately boarded.

Arriving in Rambutan Village directly up

angkot towards Ciracas, and arrive at Ciracas

picked up by the students to Bambu Apus, said my internet students who live nearby want to come to see me, there Budi, Joe, Asenk, and

I don't know who else, I forgot his name.

Arriving at the Workshop, Kyai called me to his private room, and I was invited to eat, given advice and invited to eat, also checked, since ten years, I have been told’ a long time, I have been told, but after ten years of new.

I am a student who wants to be treated or imitated Kyaiku, so I never once had a problem with it, and never thought about it, did not pursue anything, and just lived what was, he said, never ask for this or that knowledge, and never ask for this or that practice, whatever Kyaiku gives me, I will run it over and over again, never get bored, never get bored, not a person who likes to ask for new practices and old practices to be forgotten.