BROMOCORAS

Night On Terrace Violate

After almost eight hours of travel between Pondok Hidayah and Fadhlun Muthoriq, right after Azar they arrived at Nyai Kartika ndalem. Nyai Kartika who has received news before has indeed prepared everything to welcome the return of Ajimukti assisted by several khodam ndalem.

Some time after Ajimukti gave up longing to his beloved mother Nyai Kartika. Ajimukti also invited Manan to tour the Fadhlun Muthoriq boarding school. As soon as he saw his Gus was rowdy, some santri immediately greeted with them bowing their bodies.

Manan who saw it was amazed, the atmosphere of this boarding school is exactly the same when Pondok Hidayah was still foster by Kyai Salim.

"Where, Nan. You must be living here." Exclaimed Dullah who when it arrived approached them.

"Ah, Lek Dul's. To be honest I miss this kind of pesantren atmosphere, Lek." Sahut Manan later.

"Connection is already here, not afdhol if you do not stop by Mr. Lek's house, Nan." Imbuh Dullah later.

"Tho sure, Lek." Manan chuckles.

"Oh yes, Jik. This pesantren was also founded by Kyai Salim?" Ask Manan at Ajimukti later.

Ajimukti nodded, "Rubber, Nan. Formerly, this is the Sumpah heritage house from Sibu to be occupied by Sibu as well as Pak Lek, his sister Sibu. But after Mr. Lek died, Sibu took the initiative to establish a madrassa. Initially only children around here, including Kang Sobri. While I was living in Rembang. As more and more residents left their children to pay here, finally the father began to build one by one the land that is still empty. Yes, although this boarding school is not as big as Pondok Hidayah, Nan." Story later.

"So you could say this is the branch of Pondok Hidayah, Jik?" Ask Manan afterwards.

"Yes, you could say so, Nan." Ajimukti.

The conversation continued as Ajimukti continued to invite Manan to see around the Fadhlun Muthoriq boarding school.

At night the atmosphere of Fadhlun Muthoriq boarding school looks so bright. The sound of some santri who are still teaching adds to the atmosphere of the night the cooler it feels.

On the terrace hangar ordinary places Ajimukti and Sobri and some ordinary santri spend the night. Ajimukti was prepared to stay up late with hot black coffee as well as a few packs of cigarettes. There in addition to Manan, there are also Hasan and Wahid, they are both khodam ndalem as well as ba'dal Ajimukti teaching some santri.

"Come, Nan. Copy it first." Ajimukti.

"Yes, Kang. Smoking is our habit. So let's just say imitate the coffee and cigarettes'nya ulama, we're splashed baroknya." Chirps Hasan who likes to entertain a little.

Manan only smiled while sipping his hot coffee.

"Copy it, I thought, Kang. So if you have coffee, God willing, this thought becomes smooth, so make njai that one set." Again Hasan joked to make the others laugh.

"And don't forget Kang Manan. The cigarette." Wahid also did not want to lose, after he lit a cigarette he also offered a cigarette to Manan.

"Yes, Kang. Especially after eating. Steady. As the saying goes, ni'matan ududan ba'da is thirsty." Again Hasan chimed in with his jokes.

"It must be a hymnologist in the world so that later it will not be in hisab there." Typhon Wahid.

"Is that so, Jik?" Manan turned to Ajimukti who had only laughed when he heard Hasan's speech.

"When you want to smoke, just try to relieve your stress, Nan. Then it has become a worship, because if you are stressed it even makes others difficult." Ajimukti then laughed followed by the others.

"That means halal, Gus?" Hasan then asked between his laughter.

"Halal, that's why I bother." Ajimukti smokes his cigarette deep, the others laugh.

"You, San San. We are poor, we still want to bargain for the law. Hadegh." Wahid back to the.

"But you know not, Kang. After I examined the hajj the same cigarette and coffee was a cigarette and coffee, Kang. Even though if this man is like us, just coffee with taste, not to mention the father, coffee until looking for a stall that is three kilos away, just to escape from the eyes of his wife. Lah, how much is that? For example, a cup of coffee three thousand, three cigarettes five thousand, it was eight thousand, the distance of the house until the stall ran out of two thousand gasoline, how much is it? Ten thousand. Ten thousand a day, it's Hajj plus plus it, Kang." Ajimukti.

Manan who had just heard this chat first seemed to just laugh at himself.

"Well, serious means this, Gus." Wahid won't lose either.

"Again ngopo e, Kang?" Hasan turned to Wahid.

"Yes, it means as long as we can smoke'an same coffee, we are classified as rich you know if you think. Can fail to escape this hisab. He says the poor are not in hisab." Wahid chatted again to make Ajimukti laugh again.

"If Allah were counting by mitsqala Dharroh, Kang. The smallest thing God counts. The chorus, Kang." Hasan.

"Walah, not sido kaji, suction tetep nglakoni, coffee jalaran." Wahid murmured in his signature style.

"The ones who got the hisab because it wasn't Hajj were all, Kang. Well youho. Iku piye?" Hasan added.

"Dan, ngeyel. Hence, Kang. If people like us this Friday try in the early shoff. aljumu'atu hajjul-fuqaraa' Wal-masakin. You see, if not in the initial shoff, will lose to the rich who have Hajj. Wis kaji jik saw Jum'atan shoff ngarep pisan. Repot, Kang. What are we trying for?" Again Hasan made Ajimukti and the others laugh out loud.

"Ah, you, San San. Your escort's ajian is that." Wahid looks a ringing bell.

The conversation continued until late into the night. Manan who was the first time to feel this kind of chatter so felt at home for a long time on the terrace of the breach.

"I heard from Mbah Lurah, he said that there was a problem while in Pondok Hidayah? Is that right, Gus?" Ask Wahid when their conversation is getting longer. Mbah Lurah is Dullah's call in the Fadhlun Minallah pesantren.

"It's done, Kang. Just a small problem that needs to be sorted out. It's all done now." Sahut Ajimukti later.

"It's a lot now, Gus. People use religion for personal things. It's a pity that hypocrites are like that." Hasan Sahut.

"Yes, Kang. But as a reminder to us too, Kang. Hypocrites don't get easily stamped right now. For example, there are people who fool us, do not immediately we stamp hypocrites, fear even we who ripple and feel already highly educated. I often wait on the santri, do not mentang us this santri, lodgers, lodge people, once we say something about religion, then someone lies about what we say and then we say that person is a hypocrite. Because we are not necessarily right either. Well, if we're not necessarily right, then the one who belied it is not necessarily clear hypocrisy." Clearly Ajimukti responded to Hasan's remarks.

"That, San. It is said that Gus Aufa. You don't tick say hypocrite. No kulino." Typhon Wahid.

"Current, Gus." Hasan was a little embarrassed by his words.

Ajimukti just smiled, "No problem, Kang. You see, in this last era, we are difficult to distinguish, which are the pious people who are hypocrites."

"I have a story, Kang. It was in the time of Sayyidina Abu Bakr. Sayyidina Abu Bakr was once deceived by someone, then his followers who heard that were angry even wanted to kill the person who had deceived him. The answer is abu bakr, laysa dzalika liahadin ba'da rusulillaahi Shallahu 'alaihi wasalam. Only the Prophet if the one who belied him would be a hypocrite. Those who deny me are not hypocrites. Wae ordinary wis. So gampangane, Kang. There should be no extreme trial, such as the trial of the one who belied the Prophet. Because the Prophet must be right. Isn't Sayyidina Abu Bakr right? Yeah, correct. But the tension is not until people can be killed for lying to him." Clearly Ajimukti later.

"But we are also worried if until what happens with the njenengan, Gus. Because somehow we still need guidance njengan." Sahut Hasan who looks a little embarrassed because of one mistake he said.

"Whatever people will do to us, let it be, Kang. I made a mistake yesterday, too. I shouldn't have passed that far as Kyai Aminudin." Ajimukti breathed.

"Already, Jik. You are right. And I see it takes a little lesson to make Kyai Aminudin realize his mistake. Now you did it, right?" Timpal Manan who knew very well the incident at that time.

"Yes, Gus. I also only heard from the story of Mbah Lurah so furious himself. So I justified what I was doing at that time." Imbuh Wahid later.

Ajimukti just smiled then went back to sipping coffee that was cold.

"Sampeyan this sampeyan is not wrong if it be santrinya father." Celtuk Ajimukti later.

Hasan and Wahid looked at each other and did not understand Ajimukti's words.

"Why, Gus?" Ask Hasan later.

"Just like that." Ajimukti makes them curious, then laugh again.

The conversation continued, while the night was getting late. In addition to their conversation in the off-road, only a few dry leaves were heard rubbing against the wind, as well as the singing of night insects.

"It seems like it's time for us to take a break, Kang. But before that I had a story. This is a true story that comes from Pasuruan. You certainly know Mbah Hamid Pasuruan, right? He is a famous scholar in Pasuruan. Once upon a time there were three drunken men. The three drunken men then quarreled. What's the reason? There was a picture of Mbah Hamid. Well, the Shohibul temple pangunci said, yok oko rek, ojok drunken ndek kene, sung karo Mbah Hamid. Then, the other friend replied, do not popo mung photo thok! Well, then they also quarreled, the same key quarrel only because of his picture Mbah Hamid. This is what is confusing too. Laughing in fear of sin. Drunks fight over the khilaf." Hearing the Ajimukti story also made Hasan and Wahid also laugh.

"Well, don't be this sleepy, Gus." Chirp Hasan.

"That means by the way a great candidate, Kang." Ajimukti.

"Amalein, Gus. Uh, but how can you, Gus?" Ask Hasan later

"Yes, said Gus Muwafiq, If you want to be a great person, then beat the drowsiness, Kang." Sahut Ajimukti while getting up from his seat.

Before long Ajimukti and Manan also moved from the terrace. While Hasan and Wahid, after cleaning the coffee glass and the terrace, they also returned to their rooms.

"We're resting, Nan. Tomorrow we walk the road, meet you here." Say Ajimukti to Manan.

"Yes, Jik. Oh yes, Jik. May I ask you something."

"Please, Nan. But if the question is heavy, the answer is to owe first." Chirps Ajimukti while chuckling.

"No, Jik. This is about the lock. What the hell is that, Jik. How did I just hear such a term?" Manan said while scratching his head.

"Oh that, that's the term of this guy, Nan. The key is the ngunjuk ciu."

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