Among Thousand Journeys

Guests not invited

His skin was pure white, with an ordinary face, yet exuded peerless authority. Even the president will be made to submit when standing before him. Next to Sang Kyai's house there is another bamboo house that is quite large, the wall of blinds, namely bamboo that is finely scaled into small pieces and then neatly arranged with a mine, so that it can be opened lid with rolled, so that it can be opened, in it is also based on bamboo like in Kyai house, there are many men who sleep soundly. There were about 20 of them, all men. Because the place of the female guests has its own place. These guests are not ordinary people. Like Mr. Udin, who is a soldier who has a position in the air force. Mr. Yusup, who is a prosecutor from Jakarta, also has owners of giant companies in Indonesia. There's something else I don't know, said my friend two ministers, an ambassador, also there's an artist, a barber, a traveling iceman and others, all sleeping in equal standing.

Who is the real Kyai, I don't know for sure. What I know is that young man of that age, often called Kyai L****, from his nasab father to Sunan Gunung Jati, from his mother to Raja Pajajaran, Prabu Siliwangi. Kyai whose speech is gentle is affectionate to anyone. That morning as usual, mbok Titing, the widow of an old rice breakfast vendor sat by in front of Kyai's house. Old age and a body that began to hunch over his back which was full of rice wrap tied with a shawl, his right hand tote a bag of krawangan containing side dishes. As usual, the old grandmother stopped at Kyai's door and offered her merchandise, even though she knew that Kyai Guru was fasting every day, still the grandmother was just waiting for Kyai to answer her screams offering her wares.

"Bade meser Kyai?"

"ndak bogah duwit - mbok." And that's just Kyai's answer, has made fun instead of playing, and soon passed, smiling happily and not until half an hour of trading has been bought by people. The grandmother was very moody, when she offered her merchandise at Kyai's doorstep, but Kyai turned out to leave, it meant that she had to struggle all day offering merchandise, and it was not necessarily over, and it was not necessarily over, that's what happens every morning at P****, mountain slope princess. There are still many events that sometimes make no sense behind the simplicity of the Kyai. The time of the maghrib, the santri who was fasting, had finished breaking with boiled cassava and water, as usual Kyai also broke with us even though only based on banana leaves, he said, cooked cassava is poured on banana leaves and enjoyed together while squatting, nothing special, no pecel catfish Lamongan, rendang Padang, soto Madura, no pecel, soto tripe not even rice.

But we never cared, it was just eating, it was better to eat as is but to worship, than to eat delicious at the ends to do miserably. After eating we went around the jar containing tobacco, it was our valuables, the souvenir tobacco from Lukman who came home from ngejalani ngedan, we all experienced, which is to go without supplies, he said, surrender to the will of God, tattered clothes, while continuing to remember God, walking wherever the feet step, without purpose except God, if hungry should not ask anyone but God, sometimes foraging from scraping garbage, sleeping sometimes in the forest, rice fields are also graves. Well, at that time every one was running, santri on ordering uthis, namely cigarette butts, on the road, collected until one crackle is brought home, later, until the cottage was opened one by one separated tobacco and cigarette paper. I took the newsprint and made a twinkle, from the cotton matches I lit a deep suck and smoke coagulated out of my nose and mouth, sometimes I would smoke as smoke billowed from the tobacco and the smell of burning newsprint, I looked up, as I absorbed the smoke out of my mouth, as if it were a matchless pleasure, santri is like me. When I raised my face somehow for how many times, I saw a black shadow floating among the coconut trees that were scattered, I was shocked, obviously the shadow that was a human who floated not too fast, he said, because in the evening, the shadow appears dark black. The shadow crossed the jengkol tree near the kitchen to the right of Kyai's house, then drifted beautifully down in front of Kyai's house. We immediately hunted towards that person, whom we had been struggling to guess what exactly.

“Where Kyai L*****, I want to complain science.” “Nya who?” I said master the shock.

“ah where Kyai L*****? Hi Kyai out!!” he said, because I was challenging and did not care at all for my words, I immediately rushed to face Kyai, who I believe was in the musolla waiting for the congregational prayer’ah.

I was worried, because it looks old woman science is very high, how will Kyai face it, as far as I have no kyai science kanuragan, also never taught kanuragan, but indeed if you think strange too, as well, we are santri, never trained canuragan, any silat we do not know, because indeed in this boarding school we are only taught how to get closer to God, not through theory but practice, because in this boarding school we are only taught how to get closer to God, how to rely, gratitude, houf, rojak, and how to cleanse the heart of all the properties that become liver disease. But the surrounding residents as well as the guests who came, always believed that this pesantren is a pesantren kanuragan, whose students are very immune to weapons, can fly and exaggerated stories. I'm still afraid how would it be if Kyai fought with this great grandmother? All this time I know Kyai is very master of medical science, any pain, from madness, external pain, internal disease, to witchcraft, to the use of genie, getting drugs, all can be cured, people want to be lurah, camat, regent, governor, until they want to be the president of the run to Kyai, and Kyai only mendo’ course, but if the science of canuragan, ajid kesaktian, and, I don't know, I remember a guest who used to come, there was a soldier who wanted to be sent to serve as a peacekeeping force in Kuwait called Iqbal, he came with another guest who wanted to ask for a saree of immunity science. He hangs out with the other guests, then faces Kyai, just as Iqbal turns, Kyai talks before Iqbal talks. That's how Kyai always knows the purpose of the arrival of people before the person conveys his meaning. They even know the day, date, year of birth and who their father and mother are. Even that person had finished doing what Kyai knew and sometimes pronounced Kyai without shady aling-aling. It just flows.