Among Thousand Journeys

Thugs

That afternoon I said goodbye, Eka and her mother's father

asked me to stay longer, but I forced my way,,

Eka drove me to the highway, and until I got on the bus, she put the envelope in my pocket.

“This is to pay the bus.” he said let me go.

I got on the bus immediately, when the conductor asked

bus fare, I remember the money Eka put in my pocket, I took one and without

saw me hand it over to the conductor.

“Wah mas, is there nothing small?” said.

I was surprised that I gave up money

thousand fibers.

I received the money from the conductor, and then went back into the envelope, but every time I took out it turned out to be all thousand fibers, well so Eka gave me 1 million, and then I got the money,

“Nothing small mas, just this.,” I said

hand over the pennies.

In Bojonegoro back I got off at the station

railroad train.

That night I was back at the station,

tomorrow I take the KRD train to Surabaya,

after getting a seat, I was immersed in my wirid, the train had not yet departed, even though the clock had passed the time of departure schedule, next to me an empty seat, came a scrawny young man and sat down next to me,

“Assalamualaikum mas..” greet the skinny young man next to me.

“Waalaikum greetings...” I replied indifferently, because.

still drowning writing lafad Alloh in kalbuku.

“Sorry mas, annoying...” said.

“Tak nothing, wong this seat is reserved for passengers.” I said indifferently.

“It wasn't mas, I mean mas is crazy at the station Bojonegoro? Because I asked

the asong traders, if the one who has been a madman at the station mas.” said the cheque man, and made me aghast.

“What's up looking for me?” many wonder.

“Anu mas, let me just tell you myself,

I come from a family of different religions, in

my family is Hindu, Buddhist, Christian,

I am confused about what religion? My

I have tried various religions, other than Islam, but I have never felt sreg and fit,

my conscience says all is not true, well

a week ago I went to one of the Kyai

Kediri asked for a hint,,

Lhoh why he instead asked me to ask for a hint on a young, long-haired crazy person who is at the station Bojonegoro, yesterday I have come at the station but a crazy person who is characterized

by kyai Kediri it is not in the station

Bojonegoro, then I stayed the night

an acquaintance, and then this morning I came back to the station, I was looking, and nothing, too,,

Then I asked the peddler the characteristics of the crazy people at the station, surely they had seen, then they showed me the mas, who was sitting on the bench, I doubt it, because mas is not like crazy, sorry, clothes, body, also looks clean, so I doubt, then I took the train majoring Surabaya, yes than my search did not get results, so I did not get results, then I am samperin aja mas, and this is what happened.”

“What's your name?” my many.

“I, Arifin mas, from Jombang. ” answer.

“Then what do you want from me?”

“I asked for a hint from mas, what

should I do?” he said, temporarily

the train starts.

“You have received guidance from Alloh,

embracing Islam, is a more expensive guidance than life, because what is the use of mountain amaliyah, if not muslim, then it will get nothing but good in the world, he said,

In the Hereafter receive only a series of torments for the sake of endless torment and rest, then if

you can become Islam, what a gift beyond measure,,

In one area I had seen a little child of a Christian family, but strange that even though the child was only 10 years old, he had converted to Islam, without anyone inviting, he said, what birthday is asked of his parents? Peci, taqwa clothes, and prayer mats, then he joined the congregation at the mosque, his parents knew it was then angry, he was beaten until the round

belur, tortured, but still he went to the mosque, well that's the guidance of Alloh,”

“Go to kyai Ma*****************, Nest

Rembang, tell me about your situation, and ask

islamicized.”

“Prack... bug.. prak..!” suddenly there was a storm

in the train, right in front of me are two thugs

fight, and there was a great struggle, and,

because I don't know what to win, it appears that one young man has been hit in the face, because he was beaten,

The passengers screamed, suddenly the young man who was knocked out of the knife and was thrown into the enemy youth, a split second I did not

conscious just jumped, my hand deflected the knife, to the mental knife, and automatically I was in the middle of being the target of the second blow thugs who had darkened eyes, and the, my two hands stretched out to fend off the two wrists of the two youths,

“krak.!” The two young men puffed up and retreated holding their wrists, both of them looking at me, astonished and there was a look of fear, whereas the bodies of both were large far above me,

“If you make a fuss in the car, I throw you guys out..!” my snapping.

“No mas…! No.,” answered the two of them back and forth, and briefly came the conductor to calm the atmosphere, and I sat down in my seat.

“Wah mas dare, I've been afraid if anyone gets hurt,” said Arifin.

“Ah is okay, just a delinquent.” child I said calmly.

“Then how mas, about me?”

“Yes you go to Sarang pesantren

Rembang.” said I explained rather loudly,

because of the sound of the train brakes creaking loudly, the,

and the train slowly stopped at the Babat station.

“I'm down here aja.” I said to Arifin.

“Lho ndak to Surabaya to mas?” ask arifin.

“Enggak.” I replied while crammed

with passengers who want to take the train.

After getting off the train, I immediately looked for a stall for breakfast, I entered a stall and ordered a typical pecel Lamongan, eating and while looking at the passerby.

There was no activity I did all day,

unless silent at the mosque setasiun run wirid to sleep, then dzuhur prayer and

wirid again, drowning at the bottom of the inner voice.

That night, around 3 in the morning, I slept

alone in the station musholla, suddenly felt

something woke me up. I was aghast and woke up, looking at no one, I wondered, then who woke me up? I got up and came out of the mosque, outside immediately the cold wind blew, the smell of car wheel lubrication oil scattered, the atmosphere was very quiet, no one was wandering, no one was wandering,

I walked to one of the waiting chairs, sat down

and took out Djarum's cigarette and lit it with a match.

I haven't been in a chair for five minutes

wait, the freight train arrived from Surabaya, the sound of the wheels clashing with the rails screaming

deafening, the car stopped slowly, and,

Some stowaways jumped from

wagon connection, get off, I'm staying relaxed

enjoying the suction for the sake of smoking.

Three passengers, who got off the line

the carriage turned out to be young men, and

they came up to me, and I was shocked,

it turns out that one of them was a young man

yesterday afternoon I had to haul the knife, though,

“This is the man.” said the young man who yesterday I fielded his knife.

“Wiiit... wiiiet.!” the other young man whistled

shrill.

And from every hopper the young man jumped, and there were so many, and it made me tremble as well, maybe as many as 20 people or even more, and there was a glint of swords in each of their grasp.

“What do you want?” I said stand up from the chair, and enjoy the last straw from the cigarette butts I held. Ah dead me, of course they will gang up on me, I imagine my body shredded with a sword and left lying in a veil of flies, and then wrapped in a mat, then recorded in a newspaper, a.......

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