Among Thousand Journeys

The Return of Inspiration

But when the sound of sweet whispers seduce, and the smell of intoxicating, unknowingly Ilham drove his motorbike to the market which was two kilos from his home with a gasoline jerrycan, but once in the market, Ilham drove his motorbike to the market, his consciousness and conscience refused, so he was in a daze, just drowned in the middle of the market, and,

And then the people in the market were crowded, which was difficult also his mother Ilham had to take him home with a rickshaw. And it happens over and over again, even the market people

to think Inspiration is crazy, because it happens

continuous.

Inspiration is locked in the room, if

the whisper came he banged on the door, wanting to burn the market, but if his consciousness arose then Ilham was just pondering dumbly, he said,

There have been various shamans and psychics

brought in to treat, but there is

some were slammed and some arrived

being knocked unconscious, that's what I saw inside

my dream.

“How's it going?” ask me after sitting on the wooden chair of Mashur house.

“Ah ndak well mas.” said, with a cowong (empty) look her eyes protruded inward, and there were eye bags around Ilham's eyes, indicating she never slept well.

“Hehe…. You're the one who burned the stall

liquor?” ask me while laughing.

“Iya mas.., of course mas already know my situation.”

ilham said.

“Whose word do I know about you? But

it's important 3 jin in your body must be eliminated.”

“I just resigned, what is best according to

mas Ian.” said he was waving.

“But I want to know first, why do you know I'll stop at the mosque here?”

“The story is like this, when I was locked down

in the room by my parents, time between

conscious and not, I mean sleeping and awake, I mean,

I was approached by an old man, who claimed to be grandfather

my great-grandfather.” said telling me, he breathed

inward. Let the story be longer.

“The grandfather advised, wait for the young man in the Annur mosque of Pacul area, ask for help to your problems, what he said just follow it. As soon as the message of the grandfather, who claimed to be my great-grandfather,” said Ilham ended the story, saying,

“Then how do you know the young man you are

wait it's me?” my many.

“The grandfather also mentioned the full mas feature,

and I'm telling the same story, too, so

when mas appeared in mushola, only then I was sure my dream was not a dream lie.”

“So it looks,” I said, whereas my clothes

it also smells of burnt skin

suns.

“Continue now how is mas.?” ask

Mashur who from then was silent.

“Yes the genie must be issued,” I said in reply.

“Wah what need setaman flowers, and canning mas? If yes, let me go to the market, what are the conditions mas?” ask Mashur.

“Ya don't need any terms.” I said. “Cumbers

need Ilham approval aja.”

“What other terms mas?” ask Inspiration

half-bengong.

“Yes you really are sincere, the genie in your body I pulled?” ask me to wait for a mantep answer from the look of his face.

“Kan already I said, I resigned to Ian mas, what is best, so I willing serela-

relanya.” said mantep.

“Then all your knowledge is lost?” my many.

Inspiration pondered for a moment, but then

saying, “I'm ready, even though I have no knowledge, it's okay, the important thing is I can live normally like everyone else.”

“Good. Now sit behind me.”

I said, while I was thinking, ah I have never revoked anyone's knowledge, also the genie who fused because someone practiced science, can I and can?

I remember Kyai when he was depriving someone of knowledge, just like taking fruit from the person's back, grasped and then discarded,

If I, ah certainly can't get that hope, then what? My mind was looking for a way out, but my hand was slowly sticking to Ilham's back, I read it three times - three times, a stream of hot and cold air immediately stirred in my navel rose

it flows into my hands.

Suddenly, my hand was like being sucked by the visible force on the back of Inspiration, because my hand was attached to the back of Inspiration, I closed my eyes, I felt the calmness of my body rolling into the body of Inspiration, I immediately read the khijab prayer and asked Allah, so that the Prophet's miracles and the characters of the guardians entered my body,

I felt the cold, approaching cold air flowing into every pore of my body, my hands stretched out what was inside my body of Inspiration held in one hand, and my left hand made a binding gesture, and I threw it away, while Ilham slumped on the chair,

Either fainted, or slept, but his face

implies peace.

I took the tea on the table, to

soaking my throat dry enough, then I lit a Djarum cigarette served on the table.

“Thankful, it's done, let him

sleep.” I said while wiping the sweat

flows in jidat.

“Wah want to ask for prayer mas, let my cottage crowded.” said Mashur, when we both sat down

in the mushola, leaving Ilham sleeping in a chair.

“Ah we are the same kang Hur, kang Hur given

two hands and two feet, me too, so on

in reality we are the same,” I said,

“Why kang Hur does not pray alone, ask

to the Catholic so that what kang Hur hopes can be realized.”

“Then, I'm being given practice, let

santri I added a lot.” said Mashur while sucking deeply in a mlinjo cigarette.

I asked for a pen and paper, and I wrote

practice to get santri a lot.

“I actually found a place to nyepi,

silence yourself, is there here?” say

after submitting the practice record.

I saw Mashur glare, long time no answer to my question.

“Mas Ian wants, there's a place in Pacul market, please,

my unused place,” he said later.

“Yah let's see first..”.

By riding the GL motorbike I was escorted Mashur to

pacul Market, which has been abandoned unattended,

and show the store that has broken down the wall of the board, well enough for my place to seclude, well,

So that night I started cleaning up the former store, and was left alone in the market. I take water at the pump well behind the market, while the time magrib has arrived, I take ablution water and perform prayers in the store,

But when I finished my ablution, a genie confronted me, his stature was black, his clothes were torn, and his body was jet black, like an oil bath,

“What are you dealing with me?” I asked, while wiping the water flowing in the beard

my little.

His thin face was aggravating fear, lips

her red and fangs sticking out, drooling, which made me unable to not spit, she retreated, “What's the matter?” ask again.

It sounded like a bee's voice, but with a heavy tone, I opened my mind.

“I represent, the inhabitants of this market, we

request that you not be located in this market..”.

said.

“What's the reason?”

“We feel hot.”

“If I stay here how?”

“Really we very much beg sir...” he said and slowly disappeared. I also stepped into

in and do the magrib prayer, after the wirid, I went, out, ah maybe I do not have to interfere with the existence of the jinn, the jinn,

I decided to go, walking all the way to the train station. After praying at the station musola, I spread the body on the station chair.

A week has passed, I live at the station

Bojonegoro, never had a bath, had a rough sleep,

sometimes slump on the floor at the station, so the body, long sleeves, jean belel pants

it's not because of the color, because it's stuck

car dust and oil, and my long hair

sticky and gimbal, so not infrequently people

calling me crazy.

I don't care, I'm too tired of the robul

izati, immersed in my wirids, sank deep, I didn't even think about eating, because there was not a pinch

rupiah in my pocket, I sometimes eat a piece of rice that falls to the ground,

Sometimes also just drink water, although new

my body has been so thin for a week.

It was Sunday, the station was very crowded,

I'm sloshing on the floor, drowning in my wirid,

Suddenly a delicate hand patted me from

back, “Iyan…? Iyan khan?”

I opened my closed eyes, and looked back, the face of a beautiful girl

graceful with a dark brown hijab,

lean behind me,

“Ya Alloh, Ian, why so gini...” says girl named...

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