Among Thousand Journeys

In a critical state

That day Marjuki was completely healed, and immediately bathed, me and Lek Muhsin too

beg yourself..

Having experienced experience in Bojonegoro,

It feels like I miss the pesantren, with Kyiku, my friends and everyone in question wanting to be back soon,, I guess,,

After two days at home, I

he decided to return to the school. So I prepared everything, because tomorrow afternoon I went by night bus headed for Rambutan Village.

But at night my body suddenly had a very high fever, cough, dizzy head,

chest ampeg, belly seneb. And my breath is tight

once, until if I catch my breath

sound ngiik, ngiik, ngiik, sound like a syringe or pump well.

I felt tormented as though I were near death.

Even when I woke up and wanted to go out of the room, my body just slammed back, my hand that tried to hold back from falling over my own back, so that there was a wrong vein, the more complete my suffering.

I remember Kyai's words back in Bojonegoro,

if I'm sick, go to the cottage

postponed first. Apparently Kyai warned me.

And now, I'm just lying around.No power, no power,

The doctor was called to treat me, I

injected and given a lot of medicine

like, but it doesn't make me heal.

My hand was also taken to the shaman's massage but, just the same is still the wrong vein.

I've never had a disease this severe, at most usually dizziness, or tightness

breath, because I'm breathing too much paint,

because painting the water brush, even though wearing a mask well paint that

the tiny particles still go in

my nose, and it's attached to the nasal cavity and

my oral cavity, so that if I spit it will be the color of the paint I spray, and

my nose is stiff because of too much paint

clung.

But now this disease is another, if you want to wudhu my feet tremble, and hands must hold.

When my mother cried beside me,

”Bu, don't cry...” I said the weak sleep no.

defenseless, defenseless,

“If God has indeed

call me, help Hanni later, apologize, I can't marry her…,

Tell Diyah too, to find a better man than me..” I nyerocos no reason to mention all my ex-boyfriends, whom I have disappointed, as if I have too many sins, as if I have been too much, I have wasted many women, not grateful for my good looks, not grateful for the advantages God has given me.

The doctor has been called many times but still there is no change in my illness, all the food I swallow, I vomit again, then who else

what I hope to treat me.

If someone else is sick, it's easy for me

give me a solution, but when I myself

sick,,? ah it is hard if we experience ourselves, like a friend who has a toothache, then we

see, ah a toothache that's just whining, eee after we are a toothache, then we complain more than our friends.

I'm getting more critical, I've been a lot

delirious, my eyes flipped, still visible

the white, my mother waited for me every day

patiently, compressing me, sleeping in

next to me, I heard my father getting angry,

“This is because it often plays with the genie, so

he got the reply, maybe his son jinn whom he

tawan or kill, have replied to him.”

Well that's how my father, always blaming me, as if I was standing wrong, sitting also wrong, even I might have a year of talking with my father can also be counted with fingers, he said, but it must be so one side there is always love me is my mother, also there is always someone who blames me is my father, so I have control sometimes drove, sometimes also stopped, so not spoiled.

Even though my father always behaved like that, I still love him, because I don't

there's a father who wants his son miserable, so

my father meant it for my own good, too.

Who woke me up? I want to close my eyes again, clearly heard next to me.

“Iyan... wake up ngger..!” because of that voice

I heard on my left side, I opened

eyes, and tried to look at that person with a sore neck, grinning.

I was surprised that there was an old man sitting there

next to me, smile, and his smile feels

reconcile me. The man's face was soft like a baby, and there was a thin yellow light enveloping, cold to be looked at like the sun was about to sink.

Also exuding a dazzling dignity, the old man's brows thickly curved beautifully, his two eyes clear gently looking at me, as if penetrating to the bottom of my heart.

His nose is sharp, like the noses of Arabs, his mustache and beard are thick whitish, but well-groomed, his headband is like the picture in the guardians of the songo White color and his clothes are white.

“Who is sir?” my many.

“Will master take my life?

Alright I'm ready.” then I close my eyes

and recite two sentences of sahadah.

“Good son.., I am not an angel who will.

deprive your life.., Alloh loves those who repent.” said the gentleman.

“Then who is this master?” my question, come back

open ones eyes.

“Ngger, I'm Abdul Kadir.”.

Rumbles of my breast, of the iridescent, of fear, of love, of love,

longing, all stirred up in my chest, how not, the man I love I admire for his deeds, I believe in his carom, I always send his fatihah, for giving thanks for his knowledge, I believe in his carom, I always send him fatihah, for giving thanks for his knowledge,

now in front of me, I tried to get up but without power, my body was too weak.

“Have ngger.., don't get up, you're on.

sick, let me try to cure you,”

shaykh's hand was stretched out over my body, I

it's like feeling an air of peerless peace, me

listen to the little subtle pop, from inside my body, and all my pain seems to go away not knowing

where, my body is delicious, light, and instantaneous

I prostrate to kiss her hand, shed my love, my miss…,

“Have ngger, you better not

help above your ability, though,,

Perfect your knowledge, later prophet .. alaihi

greetings will teach the science of medicine

to you, as he taught you

Kyaimu.., I went ya ngger.”

Sounding

greetings, and the hand I held was gone, leaving an incomparable fragrance.

I immediately headed to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water and to perform two rakaat prayers,

then do a thank you.

My mother woke up, saw me praying, and,

when I finished, he asked.

“Lho has healed to nang?”

“Alhamdulillah is already bu.”

“What is this smell like..? Ye

what kind of oil does it smell good?” word

mom with her nose funny kempis.

“Don't, ah no way, I used to be too

smelling a good smell like this when your grandfather

died, but you see me healthy, like I'm not sick anymore?” face worried.

“Ah, mother don't think that strangely.”

Tomorrow I go back to the boarding school, take the bus....

Seriate...