Among Thousand Journeys

Tunjungan Plaza's

“That's it?” said Hendra,

“La you can not? During this time your prayers are rarely..,”.

“La really?”

“Wah it's easy to guess Ndra.!”

“I can mas..”

“Toolable?” I'm sure I believe it

“Supply once mas..”

“Alright, here I ask pen ama paper, let me write down the practice.” I said immediately

he was found by Hendra and not for five minutes he came with a pen and paper, and

even makhabah practice I wrote, after giving up the practice, and giving a message how to work and how to use it, I also asked myself because the day was near dawn.

After dawn prayers, I took the freight train to Surabaya.

At one noon arrived at Pasar Turi station, I was not confused, although never to Surabaya, well how to be confused, because confusion is the right for people who have a purpose, I was not confused,

While I had no purpose at all, so I did not look for any reason to be confused, I sat down on the platform, not like a dazed person, even though there was no spare money in my pocket, I was not afraid, I would be able to eat from where, even though I was a normal human being, if I could say I was very hungry, he said,

Even though it was not a burden on my mind, I persevered, endlessly and without boredom, because only Robku was my backrest, and what I know today, I am sure, because, his love is beyond my mother's, His care is above that of anyone on earth,

I then walked out of the station, but just came out of the door of a woman

calling, calling,

“Mas here mas..!” call him. I'm soon

approaching, I saw him bring a lot of sales, the fortified, the tote, also the

cradled on the back, but started to be lowered, he said,

that mother might be forty years old.

“What's bu?” ask me while approaching, please,

maybe I'm asked to help with stuff

inn, I thought.

He opened the food and concocted the pecel, and put one chicken thigh on the package he was holding, he said,

“It ate..!” he said he gave a packet of pecels he concocted, he said,

“Ah ndak bu...” I said back off.

“Ndakt want how? It was eaten..!” he said stand up and give me the package,

“I don't have money ma'am.. sorry..” I said frankly,

“What told this kid to pay who? Mother only

ask the child to eat this..”.

“But ma'am..?” I said I still haven't received the rice pack.

“This was eaten first.” said, which I could not refuse, then the mother took out a chair from

in his basket and told me to sit down, and after saying thank you, I ate voraciously,

“Next?” ask her while offering

a cup of tea near me.

“Ah is already bu..., already full once,” I said.

“Mother make again yes..” bargain with

a gentle look of love.

“Udah bu.., really, already full once,”

I said, while drinking sweet tea, but I saw that mother was still making chirps too, and wrapping them in crackles, and then proffering to me,

“This, for supplies on the way..” said.

moving the crackle towards me, and

forced me to accept.

“Nak... mom just ask you to pray for mom..,” she said looking at me seriously.

“Mend?” many wonder.

“Ah this mother, I this her sins are too piled up

mom, cook told to pray? Yes what is loved by Alloh, look at my clothes this is dirty mom

really, dirty, shabby, rarely shower,” I said while showing the clothes I was wearing.

“Then you don't pray for mom.?”

she said as her tears began to drip…

“Oh.., would...want, ma'am, would.” I said I was glad to see the mother started crying, she said,

“Iya.., yes ma'am.., do I dokan, mother asked to be prayed for what?” ask me to hurry up so he doesn't cry out, please,

“Yes mother asks to be prayed to die khusnul

kotimah.” said while wiping his tears with a scarf, to hold the sale.

“Okay mom who agrees yes.., let me.

praying,” I said, then began to pray, I did not care that everyone who passed by looked strangely at me, indeed since the first, I never cared about others, finished praying, the mother clasped my hand, the mother held my hand, and say thank you, I also say thank you, and say thank you to continue the journey, and,

Then continue swinging the legs without

direction and destination for sure, because indeed I do not want to be preoccupied by the direction, do not want to be worried by the purpose, I just want to know the movements of the Godly in guiding me, I just want to know the movement of the movement of God,

Towards an endless search, practicing love and not wanting it, practicing laughter, and pervading its sunyya make out in silence with Him alone, though in the crowd, immersed in the ocean of grace, without wanting to be helped by anyone, he said, except by the embrace of His love, without the frills of return.

Stepping, stepping, and stepping, Surabaya is so broad, I sometimes cross, sometimes stop by the road, do not feel the flip-flops that have accompanied me have penetrated, so that the soles of my feet bleed, so that my feet bleed, because it is often scratched asphalt hot road, it is also possible to stumble stone,

So that I do not think and pay attention, I know, when my sandals have broken, so I throw away, I was shocked, oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, if my heart forgets you for a moment because of the pain in my feet, after

my sandals throw me up and walk again, not me

care about it's been blisters on the legs.

I arrived at Tunjungan Plaza, in 1994

Plaza Tunjungan is probably the most famous

Surabaya, at least in my view, I sit around the plaza, if the night sometimes hang out with the street painters, who hold paintings around the plaza, if it is late at night, if the day is late, I slept in the store, too,

Scrawling no matter what, to eat I sometimes scrape the trash can, anything I find, whether rice wrap, either moldy bread, just to prop up the stomach, just to pick up the stomach, then if for prayer I look for a musholla or mosque around, it is until a few days, until one afternoon I walk, without a single destination, and arrive at the red bridge, the plaza is newly built, he said,

Then the truck stopped, I got on, in my mind, didn't know where I was going, the important thing was that the truck stopped, so I got off, and I fell asleep in the truck, and then I fell asleep, until I woke up and the truck had stopped, I went down, still with my bare feet, the day had gone, I walked, after seeing the writing plastered in front of the shop, and I was walking, then I also know that I am in Sidoharjo area, I also

walk, until my feet kick something, man,

because of the darkness I was meticulous, it turned out to be a sandal, a,

Carvil sandals, pretty good to be

my feet that have been scratched.

I quickly found a pair of sandals,

because all I found was one, I looked for

come here, because the dark is hard

also, even though I finally found it, and it turns out

I broke the clamp, and then I had one

initiative to stab under the clasp with

nails, nails,

After looking for nails and stabbing behind the clasp with a hammer from a stone, sandals can also be used, it looks quite new, maybe thrown away by the person because it broke

the rope, it's good, so that the wound on my scuffed leg does not hurt anymore because of the gravel, pebble,

I continued my journey until I was in

in front of the plaza, Sidoharjo, I sat down, actually wanted to pray but did not know where there was a mosque, I just ggelosor in front of the plaza, which was closed because it was night once, unknowingly, because I was so tired that I fell asleep, until the sound of the dawn prayer was heard, and I was very surprised, because the dawn prayer sounded very close, then I headed towards the direction of the voice of the Adhan, and I was surprised, and the mosque was just behind the plaza,

I immediately entered the mosque, and asked for the prayer I was staying in, and followed the morning worshipers, finished my prayer and went out of the mosque and hung out on the side of the road, while being wired and looking at the passerby, starving my stomach I filled it with the water I had brought from the mosque, and it had at least fooled the appetite of the worms in my stomach, and no more fighting.

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