Among Thousand Journeys

Ngedan

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,,

So what to mislead. I have no direction, so I'm not afraid to lose my way

just step on the tired leg.

When the time of the isyak arrived I tried to find a mosque, when asked people, notynya answered, but instead left, ending I finally found a small mushola, fitting there are some people are doing congregational prayers, but instead left, I immediately took ablution and joined the line of worshipers, the stomach that I filled the water all day, sounding funny while I was prostrating.

After the prayer, everyone left, I stayed alone, reminiscing about the one and only journey of my life, while continuing to turn the prayer beads, completing my wirid.

And without realizing I collapsed asleep, even though the big mosquitoes mooed and feasted on my skin but did not fatten my sleep.

At about 2pm I woke up, because

it was a bone-chilling cold, but I was shocked, I was shocked,

because it has been covered, and beside me there is mosquito repellent, there must be people who

enveloping me when I am sound, I also go to the ablution place.

And perform the night prayer, then wirid to fall asleep again, at dawn woke up, when the Adhan was proclaimed, and

follow the dawn prayer, then do the wirid

usual after dawn.

After the wirid, the sun had risen, I came out of the mushola, in front of the mushola there was a girl about 17 years old, sweeping the courtyard.

“Mas, it's fried ketella and its coffee eaten,”

said the sweet girl, while showing the fried ketella, and a glass of warm coffee.

“Wah, thanks mbak, so ngrepotin aja.” I said was stale.

Ah the dependents of Allah, can not be rejected, I am also greedy ketela, dear there are no cigarettes, well why, since yesterday I forgot to eat uthis, for just smoking, for smoking, shortly after eating I continued my journey.

Back I stepped and stepped, just this time with a new hope, hope nemuin uthis, or cigarette butts, this new hope is enough to keep me busy, what the heck is the value of cigarette butts, it's only possible because there's an element of world interest, so it keeps me really busy.

Well I'm sometimes busy following someone who's smoking while walking. I keep stalking wherever the person goes, I follow in the alley and small streets, until the person throws away the cigarette butts, well if it turns out that the butts are urinated, sometimes even to the end, I swear “pelit very, why not eat all the cork swallowed.” I said annoyed.

And if the butt is long, I'm like

finding a golden hunk. That's how it continues. I'm how busy, just because of the butts.

I didn't feel like I was walking all day, and

arriving at the forest periphery, I read the writing emblazoned on the village regol, I read,

WELCOME TO KEDUNG TUBAN.

Immediately I looked for the mosque, not so difficult, because of the sound of the adhan that reverberated, and I went to the mosque, followed the prayer berjama’ah, maybe later tonight overnight in this mosque, my inner, my inner, after I finished praying, I sat in the head of the mosque, I took a cigarette butts and lit it, with the pleasure that was left, this was the most delicious, enjoying my lack, poverty matchless. Fatherhood is second to none.

But I don't worry, and I'm not afraid, whatever happens to me, even the worst, I'll accept it with chest-length. I'm not afraid of losing my job, because I have no position, even if it's just a hansip, no, no,,

I'm not afraid of losing property, because

even one dollar does not have money, I

really don't have anything to do

proud.

Hungry up? Thirsty? I've been sure God will take care of me, afraid of what else?

To go to Alloh, follow the dzikir rivers, and,

though it hit the rocks of boredom, the stream

is patient. Cross the fasting field.

The hot one sends out a heart that is flattened.

The grass we love sometimes. Because it grows

from pleasure of the heart. Wash the robe with

istigfar. Strengthen with sholawat.

Lailahailallah, lailahailallah,

Brought to one estuary, the tranquility of the soul

merana, khauqolah, no one can afford

move, and nothing can stop, no,

care for his idzin. There's nothing more

more fun than drowning in the ocean of makrifat.

Fondling with a lover who has been

long missed. Ah why am I enjoying cigarette butts, ah shethan has almost subdued me, with the actual goods thrown away by others,

I immediately threw out all the butts

the cigarettes I collected all day

love the world, and immediately take water

wudhu next to the mosque, then sat down

cross-legged starting my wirids, maybe new

for a few hours, I heard a loud noise ahead

a mosque, a man and a woman, and then one of them came up to me.

“Sorry mas, this mas must face the head

village.” said a young man in his 17s.

“Lho what's wrong?” i said wonder.

“Wah our village, being vulnerable, many

maling, we are afraid later mas suspected maling.”

“Oo.. so, yes let's face.” I said

while standing up.

Then followed by about 15 young women, I heard whispers, there were some who thought I was crazy, yes it was not wrong at that time, I myself did not know exactly my situation, had a few days not bathing, had a few days, my hair is also long unraveled, I never wash, my skin must be dusty black, also my clothes must be somehow dirty, because I sleep in any place.

Considered crazy? That's what I hope, or maybe I'd rather be considered

not from the world.

Arriving at the village chief I was asked

this, that, asked by KTP, asked directly matched my KTP, after which I was invited to watch the practice silat Kera S****.

I was just sitting in my chair, until an 18-year-old girl came up to me,

“Mas, let's go to the restaurant first.” said the girl, whom I immediately followed from behind, until at

the house of the village head again, chicken opor cuisine is available.

I was told to sit, to be left

eat themselves. That night, I stayed at the village chief's house, nothing special, tomorrow I decided to continue the journey.

Walk, walk, aimlessly. But just one kilometer, walking, came an Astrea motorcycle stop, a girl in her driving school uniform.

I don't care, just walk, but the girl called me,

“Mas Ian..” I was forced to stop, it turns out

the village chief's son who was acquainted

his name is Maftukhah.

“Eh Shoot...” I said with a call

respect, even though he is younger than me.

“La what is walking? Why not get in the car

aja?” tanyanya.

“Actually where the hell is it going?”

“Iya mbak, just walk, and I don't have any

destination.” I replied a bit long, because confused, want

answer how.

“Tak has no money huh?” wow who does not want me to answer, I obviously lied, I want to answer I do not have, I am silent. He gave 20 thousands, he,

“This take.!” he said, but I didn't take it, I took it,

“Cotless?” he said, Kenes is also a girl.

“Not, that's not what I mean, no need.. I..”.

I'm getting confused. And he has entered

money in my pocket. Well, it's more than the hunk

gollon has no end of its base.

“Let's ride to the motor, I'm bonceng.

the one in front, I was piggybacked…

Seriate....