Among Thousand Journeys

Idle

“Now you think Alloh is in Jakarta

no Nges?” I asked Renges. When we were in the angkot.

“Iya, yes there..” he replied with a laugh, which

there's no sweetness at all.

“Alloh it exists, and always has been, never

forget us, we forget Him,

his power can move anyone's heart,

the proof is in the hearts of the Jepara people earlier.” I said

half philosophizing.

“Iya, yes.. You are indeed a boarding boy, so.

I know better, but I'm tired,

the sermon later, now I'm sure, nebeng in your belief, wong already

see the evidence.” he said while smoking Djisamsoe cigarettes.

After that day, I also got a job painting, as well as glass calligraphy. So that we don't need to

go down the aisle, go through the streets,

offer to everyone we meet.

Because the person who will order the painting has come alone to the contract at Cipinang estuary. So I just bought the materials, and made the order, but I remembered my previous goal.

So after I felt enough, I went back to the boarding school with good money.

The next morning I faced Kyai, after a month in the boarding school I wanted to go home and foresee ‘ngedan’ from home, because of my submission to ALLOH, still need pengemblinggan, considering there are still doubts over my surrender to Alloh, he said, the stability of my soul, on trust, is not real yet, and Kyai allows it.

Without waiting for a long time I went home, by taking a bus headed for Kalideres, then change the mini metro to Pulogadung, just took a bus to Tuban, my area.

Arriving at home I was greeted by my mother's embrace, asked this, and told about my girlfriends who came to the house, asking permission to marry, strange.

Also Lek Mukhsin who every day came to ask

in the knowledge, kang Murikan, also my friends came and came, as well as people who came to ask for treatment.

Just a week at home, I say goodbye to both of my parents, leaving on the grounds of selling calligraphy. Fortunately at home there is a lot of calligraphy.

At that time I invited my friend Majid, because of the calligraphy that many of us also left, just happened to run out of holidays, so in Shawwal month, what I was headed was Rembang, in the park of Kartini, in the park of Kartini, even though I didn't tell Majid that I was going to be honest with him.

Arriving at Kartini's garden, we immediately displayed the painting. And calligraphy. One day a night we waited, no one bought. Nawar is also just one person. Ah is it because my intentions are impure, I ride with other intentions? I don't know.

Later that night we slept in the Rembang mosque, next to the square. And the next morning Majid I asked to offer a painting from door to door, but no one bought it.

Ah shit very, until that afternoon me and Majid arrived in the village of Peterongan. As usual, I offered a door-to-door painting.

“Feb... Febri... February....!” there are 3 beautiful girls

running around the house calling my name, I

and Majid who was walking stopped.

Majid and I stood there, astonished! Why is there a beautiful girl-beautiful day-night possessed, until I know me, ah really-remarkably strange.

“Iya bener Febri,” says girl one, tall, tall,

slim skinned sapodilla mateng, nosed kyak outsider, thin lips, after I know his name Tia, the second tall girl, pale white, Chinese kayak, narrow-eyed, and, especially if the laughter of his eyes is getting lost, his name is Karti, and the one who runs the back, his sister Tia, new third-grade Junior High School, his name is Lola, his person is cute.

“Heeh, not wrong, Febri.” Karti said.

“The proof too, we call directly stop,

means yes.” added.

“You're not Febri.?” tia said when she had

get in front of me.

“My name is Febri, but maybe not the person you mean.” I replied, afraid there is

misunderstandings.

While Majid is

bengong huddled near me, like a sambet.

“Ah can't be wrong, our wong is already

compact, idolize you since long ago.” said Karti insistent. Oo, apparently my idol. Ah there's more.

trying to avoid, though,

“Because, we're not wrong, his chin, his nose, he said,

his mouth, his long hair, well not wrong.”

said Tia researching me one-on-one.

“Udah we bring home, definitely fit.” said Karti who immediately holds the wrist

my hand and pulled it. I had to follow.

At Tia's house I sat down and

various magazines that have written

plus my photo, obviously I can not avoid, except to answer “iya”.

The third female contingent held me, kissed me, pinched my cheek, I was attacked suddenly, of course could not avoid, Astagfirulloh, may not be recorded including my sin.

Yes, if considered a sin, forgiven by God.

“Ih Febri, we gemes.!” tia said pinching me, though,

“Udah-udah,” I said clumsy. Em bothered to be

renowned.

“Mas Febri, now what else is nyampek here?”

ask Karti.

“Wah definitely again looking for materials to make a story

latest, right?” tia mengeringling said.

“Well enter our dong on his latest story.”

“Tau aja you.” I replied briefly, so as not to

disputable, and for Tia, karti, and Lola, this

I brought you in the story.

That means I don't owe you guys any hope. We were both treated like great guests, even eating the three of them bribing me, huedan, really, even though I am a writer of nuts, writer of winds, writer of relapses, and,,

Then what would happen if I were as calibre as Habiburrohman Assayrozi, or suppose I was a famous artist.

That afternoon, we went to Kartini Park again,

I see how proud they are to walk

beside me, as if walking with a truly famous person, ah let them

enjoy their hayal power.

I'll just calm down. While Majid follows from behind, I wait for the money to fall.

I was asked to stay, but I don't want to, I can

dangerous, then we both say goodbye, and no

forgot to give all the paintings.

Majid and I went home with a complete failure. Now that I decided to go alone, maybe this is more I was asked to stay, but I don't want to, it can be dangerous, then we are both alone, and don't forget to give all the paintings.

Majid and I went home with a complete failure. Now that I decided to go alone, maybe this is better, then I say goodbye to my parents, I say I want to play at a friend's house, that morning I went to Bojonegoro, I went to Bojonegoro, then take the train KRD majors Jakarta,,

I decided to go down in an area that I do not know, so that my journey does not depend on anyone, the money in my pocket I give to beggars all, I want my total surrender to Allah.

I chose to go down in Kradenan Purwodadi. Hinterland.

I began to move my legs indeterminate direction, without any provision, just resignation, resignation that I try as much as possible, yes Alloh this is me, I am still stuck to the piled up behavior, he said, I surrender to you complete with my past sins,,

If you reject me, I'm alone, whatever

your response, whatever Your will, I am the one who tries to surrender. My heart screams, in

the legs that step one by one.

I kept walking, just stopped, when prayer time came, stopped by the mosque, and prayed, then walked again.

Night has come, I know the way, not at all afraid of getting lost, because I have no purpose, no purpose,,

Seriate....