Among Thousand Journeys

Kupu2 nights

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

the one in front, I was piggybacked…

“Ah no need to mbak, let me walk aja,”

I said rishih.

“You don't want to, if so, I'm staying

it used to be.” said Maftukhah. Which soon passed

with the bike, while I continued

walking, by constantly dhikr non-stop, I

no matter what was around me, until 2 pm I reached the Cepu area.

Immediately I find a food stall, just find a stomach. Money from Maftukhah I bought rice, and

after that I searched the mosque for dzuhur prayer.

After the dzuhur prayer, I continued my journey again. Around the time of reception I arrived at Padang, my legs were sore, and in need of rest, I looked for a nice seat to sit on

interrupting the legs, so that blood in the legs does not accumulate,,

I saw the regol in front of the house, but there was a girl in her 16s, I did not turn, I looked for another place, I continued the journey, but only three four

step, the girl called me,

“Mas Iyan…! Mas Iyan...” what my ears are.

I misheard, I kept stepping, but the voice

the girl called again, now instead

urc.

“Mas Iyan.!” I stopped, it turns out

the girl called me, she came to me,

“Because Febrian?” ask him with

smile, ah most of my fans again.

“Really my name is Febrian,” I said no doubt.

“So...., so, really? Ih unexpectedly..” said.

with a sparkling face, I assessed this girl

new Class 1 High School.

“Kok you know my name? And know me?” I asked, to convince him he must be a fan of the writing

my writing.

“Wah so famous person, how low so, this must also be looking for writing material, I am your fan mas.”

True indeed he is one of my fans, well indeed humans can not escape from the past.

The past will always follow, wherever we go,

“Come to home, wah so grogi visited by a famous author.” he said holding my hand.

“Wah if looking for writing materials, it is

must gini yes mas, to the extent nggembel gitu.”

“Heeh” I said accordingly.

“Ck.. ck.. Huebat..! So the writer is heavy

mas..?”

“Yes so the author should at least know

circumstances, situations, conditions that we will write about,

so it can animate, can drag the reader on the storyline.” I said just origin.

The girl's name is Yulianti. He took me to his living room, and introduced to his parents, who kindly welcomed me, long we chatted about my works.

After the magrib prayer I also say goodbye, although

both of Yulia's parents, asked me to

stay the night but I continue the journey, I decided to return to Cepu. I will go to Ngawi only, and hope not to meet fans, ah why does it feel like the world is narrow, everywhere there are still people who know me.

At 10pm I arrived at Cepu railway station. I just decided to sleep at the station. After the prayer, I sat down on the chair

waiting room station. Remembering one after another

one trip in between the buzz of mosquitoes that began to bother me.

The atmosphere was very quiet, only one or two people passed by, I didn't realize I was fast asleep, I

waking up and being shocked, when hands are warm

stroking my cheek, I immediately got up and saw a middle-aged woman, sitting near my head.

“What is mbak?” I'm still trying

clear the sore eyes, though,

“Tak need warmth mas?” word female

that smells like auhan.

“Wah if need, I need more mutant autan, mbak,

the link still exists?” ask me without bad

presupposes.

He immediately pulled out an aulet from behind

his shirt, and thrust it at me.

her face is not beautiful, though not ugly, I guess

he was forty years old.

“Mas don't need warmth?” ask again

while holding my thighs, while I was still polishing the autans.

“What warmth? Do I want to get coffee?

Well I'm sleeping instead of drinking coffee,

later can not sleep,” I said relax,

“I mean sleep with me..” he said without.

embarrassed, embarrassed,

I just thought she was a whore.

“Ah not mbak..” I said try to calm down.

Even though my words still feel stopped in

throat.

“Ayolah mas, no need to pay..!” he said sulking while trying to grab my thigh.

“This baby has a child?” ask me to divert

talk of his dirty mind,

“Punya.” answer,

“Have a husband?”

“Punya.” answer again.

“Then why work like this?” ask again.

“Well my husband doesn't work, my son and I need

eat,”

“Then if I don't pay, can't get money?”

“Papalah, if for a handsome mas, I let go, do not pay, I will also need pleasure.” he said lightly.

“What this shoot does know the consequences if this shoot

working as gini?” my many.

“Well most if there's a raid, we catch it, it's

also if the Police we love, we are released again.”

said lightly.

“Wah not only that mbak, mbak can be affected by venereal disease, later if old shot also no one wants, later want to work what? If it does not start from now on to start a lawful work, and if he dies he will be tortured in the grave until the day of the apocalypse,

The apocalypse is still a long time, and everyone is definitely dead, if you sell yourself in the days of the prophet Adam, until now still tortured, imagine thousands of millions of years, what a torment, ******** pierced with iron that smoldering through the mouth, mbak certainly asked, what is really torture? yes in fact everyone finally died too, it means there is torture,” I said at length, to arouse his petrified heart.

“Better from now on, be self-aware,

turn the direction to the right path, before

too late, if people want to go the right way, the door of rizqi will be opened by Allah.

Alloh feed all people can afford, if added Shoot and family, certainly not heavy for Alloh, as long as Shoot really intends to be a good person.”

“Does Allah want to accept my repentance,” he said with tears.

“I am very dirty.”

“Mbak door repentance Alloh, it is wider than

heaven earth is full, all the people in the world who like to repent all, the door of repentance is still wider,” I said, I said,

Then

the woman cried, stood up and ran off the platform.

I just stared at his passing and prayed, I,

for Allah to open and stretch out his heart, to go to the taubatan nasukha.

That night I slept in a chair, grateful for my solitude, loneliness, poverty, and all the burdens

belonging, possession, how peaceful the world is,

If we're not burdened by anything, there's no need

thinking and worrying. Like a baby who knows nothing.

The morning after the morning prayers I continued

journey, towards Ngawi, step one by one, immersed in my wirid. Drowning deep, until Maghrib's time I don't know where I've reached?my mind,,

I went to the mosque, to attend congregational prayers, and then waited for shola isyak, I had forgotten, all day my stomach was filled with nothing.

After praying, I was still drowning in dhikr, suddenly someone came up to me, a man who had just become

imam in the mosque.

“Assalamualikum.” hello

extending hand.

“Waalaikum greetings warokhmatulloh.” I replied

receiving his hands to shake

hand.

Seriate....