Among Thousand Journeys

Third Meeting

We also left the stall, as usual I was equipped, this time jengkol krupuk sekresek. Nice to snack.

Arriving at the cottage I immediately invited Khanafi to make a mortar of mixed alkasite so that

slow the drying of cement, in order to make the engraving of cement calligraphy.

The day passed so quickly, by chance tonight later on Friday’at kliwon, every Friday the client in the pesantren held a jamiyah khataman event Torekot****************************, since late afternoon, torekot, guests who will follow the khataman have arrived, after the magrib the cars have begun to fill the parking lot.

The students are busy arranging and directing car parking so that it is easy if you want to enter the parking lot, while other students

receive guests, collect them at the ceremony,

the dhikir ceremony is made of bamboo.

Walled blinds, and made of bamboo

broken and spanned, well the ones who

come with a fancy car with that coming

with angkot, sitting together without distinguishing positions, superiors and subordinates.

All come with their own intentions.

Many carry aqua bottled water, too

a wide variety of sharp weapons were all stacked in the middle of the dhikr ceremony.

Kyai never refused anyone

who came, there were even religious people

Hindus and Buddhists or Christians who come, or,

he also converted to Islam, but

Kyai never antagonized them, all should be invited to the path of truth with subtlety of mind, with compassion, not necessarily the now evil, who is now infidel, later even died in Islam.

And now that Islam is also not difficult can die in disbelief.

The clock still shows at 9pm, guest

it has been tiled up the road, but usually wirid and dzikir starting at 11 pm.

I was still in my room, in front of the room was full of people, I lit a bar of Super Djarum, and I enjoyed a cup of coffee Duo Susu Fire, a time like this nothing was abundant, he said, many guests who bring cigarette sticks, as well as coffee and food, we pesantren children who rarely eat good, of course, like ketiban rizki, although we still consider it common.

My room used to hang out my friends,

until full while waiting for the wirid

it starts, and it's all smoking, until the smoke

filled the room, if this is my clothes that I hang on the clothes hanger, which will smell like shaman clothes.

Mr. Made's head is nongol at the door, Mr. Made is a journalist R***(one of the private television stations).

“Even full.” said short.

“Iya sir, full of smoke,” I said. “Commissioned sir?”

“Not me out front here."

I remember the time Mr. Made first went to

four-man boarding school, Mr. Made

originally a Hindu. That was after

facing Kyai.

Everyone was peeled off one by one, all gawking because Kyai knew they were out for adultery with a call woman at one of the hotels.

All faces bowed as if before the judgment of God.

“I just know with what you guys are doing let alone Alloh, do you dare to face?” kyai said even though it was still in a soft tone.

The next day, Mr. Made was told to break away at the sea on Carita beach, and after returning from the beach, then Mr. Made was led to read two sentences of martyrdom to convert to Islam, since then Mr. Made actively follows the congregation torekoh*******************, actively follows jamiyah, every month do the khataman.

The clock has shown at 11pm, and

dzikir congregation was started led directly by Kyai.

The santri included me sitting around Kyai, and the worshippers filled the ceremony. The state of kyusuk. All flowed slowly, yet full of calm, until 3 am

There was still time before dawn came, I went to the room, saved the body and recited the science of releasing the soup.

My sukm also sped, across space and time, towards the haunted school in my village, maybe only five minutes I had arrived, in a very quiet location, I immediately went inside, suddenly I heard a voice,

“Well this guy has come,” the sound is from

2 spirits who fought with me yesterday.

But from the door jumped two high shadows

big face me, big face me,

“Lho by kang?” one shadow to another shadow. A thick mustachioed transverse with Madurese clothing.

“I called my disciple to face

bully tranquility his place,” says

the other shadow is dressed in a big warok style

Ponorogo.

“La until the death of why kang?” ask the man dressed in warok.

“I found a formidable opponent in, and he injured my back until it was torn across, resulting in my death.” replied the Madurese-dressed man while showing a gaping wound without blood on his back.

“La you died how in..? Don't you have a weapon's invulnerability?” ask the man dressed in warok,

“Ah, kang, my immune science turns out there are

able to penetrate it, look at this my stomach.” the person dressed in Madurese style revealed his stomach cover clothes and kontan alone immediately seen gaping wounds tear his stomach so that his intestines decompose.

“Yes already kang, now we take care of the people who disturb our students.”

“Out...!” the sound of a whip almost

ripping off my ears, whipping mine that

previously tied the head of warok Wiro Gubras,

The Madurese called out, suddenly escaping from

his head and was struck at me

standing guard on the table, fortunately I slipped, so that the whip did not hit me but I fell on the floor.

Powerlessly. Aryo Lincang the name of the Madurese-clad person jumped to shake his clurit, I was completely helpless, stiff and unable to move at all.

I've been trying to move my body but it feels like my body is hypnotized. I could only blink my eyes, as clurit Aryo Lincang roared towards my chest.

And “wuuut...!” just like that Aryo Lincang was thrown like a leaf that was blown by the wind.

And it smells sweet but soft

I breathed like I was taking off my paralysis, saw a man dressed in a white robe behind me, a big tall man, with an Egyptian-style headband, also white.

Singo Gubras and Aryo Lincang are also second

his student immediately jumped from the window, when

know the people who come. And soon

vanished into the darkness.

The person who came and behind me then turned his body, when I knew it was anyone, I also insisted on a takzim, Yes Al-Abdul Qo*****************, the third time this came to me, with idzin Alloh helping me, I soon regretted it without

dare to look at his face.

“Well, I mean, why did I

telling you to immediately turn’at toriqohku..”.

He said with a tough authority

told with words. I still am

put his hand away when Shaih was gone

from before me.

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