Cajaroh
Ziaroh to the tomb of Sidiq Ali's grandfather
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Past episode
“You are Khot, have a brother in Jogja also did not say sih.” said Fatimah.
“Sorry mbak Fatim, dik Sena thiskan cousin away from the path of Yuyut fear Khotimah confused clear genealogy how later.” Khotimah.
“Bagimu is a distant cousin of Yuyut, but to me a close cousin of my grandfather Jafar Sanjaya Khot...!” I said I was making Khotimah shocked.
“Maksut mas yasin,,,,???” Khotimah is confused what my max is.
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This episode
“Sena that still includes the granddaughter of Jafar's grandfather's wife Sanjaya my grandfather became Jafar's grandfather's grandson as well. Automatic is still my brother also Khotimah..!?” I said to Khotimah.
“Maasyaa Allah,, Khotimah do not know mas, if dik Sena still mas brother Yasin also.” Khotimah.
“Udah do not be in a storm, you Yasin now already understand the max of Suro Diro Joyo Ningrat Melting Dening Pangastuti with this incident ?” Ask Yuyut to me.
“Max Yuyut how ?” I asked Yuyut.
“If you had responded to the young men who disturbed you and Fatimah by force you would not have met your brother Sena in a peaceful condition. You may even be fighting each other. But because you gave up, you gave love then the anger that was in the youths just vanished and ended with peace and brotherhood.” Yuyut.
“Owh yes I understand now, not all problems must be solved by violence. But it is precisely with compassion that will make the anger disappear. Means the same as the proverb of cold water that is able to extinguish the fire, yes Yut.” My answer.
“That's you can know now, but not quite know but also have to be practiced in do>” said Yuyut.
“Good Yut, I will try Yut.” My answer.
“Sorry mas Yasin used to meet mbak Fatim where, it is far from here.” Ask sena. Switching conversations.
“We used to be friends of pesantren, and betrothed by Abah my teacher.” My answer.
“Kok can fit so yut, maxut what Yuyut wants is now really realized. By marriage with mas Yasin fatim mbakyu who is the descendant of Eyang Jafar Sanjaya and also the descendant of Eyang Sidiq Ali ?” Sena asked Yuyut.
“That's the sinter Abah his teacher Yasin and Fatimah only, Yuyut just almost blushed that time actually.” Said Yuyut.
“Nerah how yut ?” Ask Sena.
“Mother and her father Fatimah already wanted to nimang grandchildren, while Yuyut had not found offspring from one of them finally Yuyut resigned. And tell her mother Fatimah, it's up to you to marry whom.” Said Yuyut.
“Continue seeing mas Yasin “ Ask Sena confused.
“Because it is deadlocked, want to ask for help you who are still grandchildren of Jafar Sanjaya although not directly also you do not know dzuriyah Jafar Sanjaya. While your father also has nothing to do with Sidiq Ali. Finally Fatimah's parents who gave the soul mate Fatimah to Abah her teacher Fatimah and Yasin.” Yuyut.
“Already, do not need to bring up the old one again, which clearly Fatimah is already destined to be my wife now.” My spirit is afraid to spread into the other past in front of the sena.
“He he he mas Yasin hide the past as well kah, what used to be with mbakyu Fatim not love each other too huh. Because married to an arranged marriage.” Sena.
“Not matchmaking anymore, confronted and instantly married.” Gurauku's.
“but now love mas Yasin same Mbakyu Fatimah ?” joke Sena.
“Do not ask if now yes definitely love lah.” Answer me to Sena.
“Eheem kay di Sena not ngalamin so alone, used to be the same in Nurul how ? samapi has been married often left at the house of Yuyut kok.” Khotimah.
Owh so you were also arranged, married even your wife you live in yuyut house. Don't don't you have a crush on Khotimah huh ?” I said I was happy to get back at Sena.
“Wah mas Yasin is not saying tell my wife ?” said Sena nervously.
“Jdi benr so Sena ? you used to have a crush on Khotimah ?” my many.
Sena was just a silent embarrassment, while Khotimah was just a smile.
“Owh pantes Khotimah do not want stories of having a brother dijogja, it turns out there is anything.” Fatimah Sahut.
“Gak it mbak, mmaf dik Sena mbak say honest yes. In the past, it was known that Sena liked Khotimah but Khotimah considered her a sister even though she was old in Sena but she was a cousin of Khotimah despite being a distant cousin as well.” Khotimah.
“Udah pity Sena, so shame so right. Lupain aja Sena may have been a bit myopic Khotimah do not want to be with you.” Gurauku's.
“Yee mas Yasin mah sentimental with Khotimah, remember yes now Khotimah can reply mas Yasin if mas Yasin is still evil with Khotimah.” Khotimah.
“Diih mentang mentang now has been opened with Yuyut so dare to fight me your brother huh Kot ?” my answer.
“Ya not that also times mas, if mas Yasin is not a fad also Khotimah keep respect to old brother.” Khotimah said seriously when I was just joking.
“Iya yes, mask an Just kidding Khot, it's a former eeeh dik Sena not made to drink what ?” my question is to tease Khotimah.
“Iya iih bawel mas nih.” replied Khotimah while walking to the kitchen.
Then I continued the conversation with Sena about the problem I was having. Sena looked seriously listening. Even several times he seemed shocked when I told my past to the story if I already had a child with a woman not Fatimah who was born out of wedlock. Until the ritual process and finally mimipi met Jafar Sanjaya's grandfather in the forest that smelled of blood.
“The smell of blood indicates that your grandfather Jafar Sanjaya died with blood. And the scent of the carcass is a sengkolo that last night buried in your body that if not removed will make you a carcass in the near future with a drenched blood like your grandfather Jafar Sanjaya it.” said Yuyut.
All were surprised by Yuyut's description, especially Fatimah my wife even to the point of being terrified.
“Keep how Yut, is this scale still dangerous or means will the tone of bloodshed again ?” Fatimah asked Yuyut.
While Yuyut only sighed a few times, then just answered Fatimah's question.
“Yuyut can not imagine, it does not mean to obey the will of God. But from Yuyut's observation, if it wasn't removed before your child was born then your husband would have left you. Like Jafar Sanjaya used to be. Go before the last child his wife conceived was born.” Answer Yuyut.
“Will there be another bloodbath Yut ?” Ask Fatimah again.
“From Yuyut's observation it is, so Yuyut ordered that your husband look for a friend who is ready to fight and now has increased one strength from his own brother, namely Sena.” Yuyut.
“So all this has been arranged Yuyutkah, our meeting with Sena is ?” I asked Yuyut.
“Man can only plan and strive, Yuyut himself does not dare to make sure you can be met earlier. Just do something based on ISYAROH that Yuyut received, Ngumpulake Balung Sepah’ (Collecting Separate Bones \= collect separated siblings max ).” Said Yuyut.
“But why did Yuyut not just meet me Yut, if my brother is in danger like this ?” Ask Sena.
“Yuyut perform a ritual on the beach one of the objectives to be reunited with you. Because Yuyut herself has never been to your place. I've only heard you live on the south coast. And in choosing a place even Yuyut has asked for instructions, if it can be met with you.” Answer Yuyut.
“Owh so yes Yut, Yuyut not story to mbakyu Khotimah about this ?” Ask Sena.
“In this case Khotimah should not know first, because it will be different if Khotimah knows first.” Yuyut.
“What Sena must do to help Yasin Yut, Sena is not likely to open the mas Yasin Cucu Eyang Jafar and EYang Sidiq Ali are in danger alone.” Sena's words moved me.
“The two of you often buried the two grandfathers, including your parents. Expand prayers to your ancestors, and recite their special practices so that you may be guided by Allah because of your devotion to your ancestors.” Yuyut.
“Good Yut. When should we start ?” I asked Yuyut.
“Later tonight kemakam Sidiq Ali, Yuyut come there later.” Said Yuyut.
“Yuyut not reached yut ?” I asked Yuyut.
“You think Yuyut is already weak, like you were last night who almost drowned in the sea from exhaustion.” Answer yuyut.
“Gak Yut, my max is not that. My max is so Yuyut can rest first tonight.” I said.
“No, besuk Yuyut must return home.” Answer Yuyut.
“Yaaah Yuyut, right Fatimah has not yet lost her kangeya Yut.” Fatimah Protest.
“Yuyut also has a lot of business there is not just take care of you.” Yuyut.
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The night after the mujahadah
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Yuyut took me and Sena to the grave of Sidiq Ali's grandfather. And Yuyut's request to go to the tomb must walk back and forth, can not bring a vehicle. Wow strange just this grandmother's grandmother, a considerable distance of almost two kilometers must be reached on foot. What is not the achievement on this path Grandma grandma, my inner.
“Quite far granny, later granny kecapa.” I said to Yuyut.
“Whisper you, just walk already told to recede hard.” Snapped Yuyut.
Sena and I just obey Yuyut's will, rather than spray.
With a stick in his hand to help the road Yuyut began to step to take me and Sena road. Somewhat worried also saw Yuyut who was already so old so long walk at night quite far again, my mind. But how else is his request, can not be bargained again. Finally, slowly we walked to the rhythm of Yuyut's footsteps so as not to miss far, Sena held yuyut's hand.
I walked in front as a guide, finally we arrived in front of the grave of my grandfather Sidiq Ali.
Without answering Yuyut directly followed my steps and stopped impeaching my adjoining grandfather and grandmother.
In the dim lights dim and the radiance of the moonlight that is slightly covered with thin clouds and also the fog of the mountains that began to fall. The atmosphere of cold and quiet is rather gripping, I so remember the time of the pilgrimage of rain and shelter in the cup and then meet the old grandmother who is very authoritative.
“You begin to send prayers, Yuyut will pray for himself in particular to pray for Kang Ali and mbakyu lamah.”Yuyut. I'm surprised Yuyut also knows my grandmother's name my grandfather's wife. Did they know each other too, my mind.
Then I heard Yuyut speaking slowly, before I started praying.
“Assalaamu’alaikum kang Ali lan mbakyu Lamah, Siti chant a prayer for you both wishing you happy there.............!” yuyut said after what else I was unclear. Because I myself then chanted my own prayers other than to my grandparents also for my parents who are also buried there.
I multiply Fatihah's hide to them, whether to how many times it may have been hundreds of times Fatihah that I have recited. Until I felt the cold night breeze that pierced my bone and made me very sleepy. But in the midst of my sleepiness arrived I was like grunting the sound of clengan (Gamelan which was paved ) and lamat lamat I heard a Java chat that was a bit foreign to me, the verse.
...Rumekso ingsun nisto ngoyo woro...
...Howo mekak, howo kang dur angkoro...
...Senajan satan gentayangan tansah gawe rubedo...
...Hinggo extinct time...
...Hameteg nyirep geni wiso murko...
...Maper hardaning poncho saben net...
...Linambangan sih kawelasan Ingkang Paring Kamulyan...
...Sang Hyang Jati Prince...
...Jiwanggo kalbu ocean pepuntoning...
...Khateng Gusti Zat Kang Amurbo Dumadi...
...Manunggaling kawulo Gusti krenteg ati...
...Mukti ingsun tanpo...
...Sumebyar ing sukmo honey sarining perwito...
...Maneko warno prodo mbangun sampurno...
...Sengkolo tido mukso kolobendu...
...Tyasing roso...
...Mugiyo den sedyo pusoko...
...Yekti dadi mustiko sakjroning jiwo...
...Bejo mulyo waskito digdoyo bowo...
...Byar manjing sigro...
...Stronger than tan keno tineluh.....
...gagah bungah sumringah ndadar ing wayah...
...satriyo toto sebodo wirotomo katon sewu kartikoketaman revelation kolosebo...
...praise ingsun kanti suwito linuhung...
...segoro gondo arum swuh rep dupo...
...tinnah intention ingsun hangidung sabdo kang lohur...
...titahin the great hyang...
...Rembesing tresno tondo luhing netro rosoroso...
... rasaning ati kadyo tirto kang chaste...
...kawistoro...
... jopo montro famous dadi papadang...
...palilahing the hyang wenang...
...nowo dewo jawoto talisantiko bawono...
... Prasido sidikoro ing sasono asmoro...
...sri narendro kolosebo winisudo ing gegono datan gingsir sewu warso...
I don't know why I got creepy hearing the song's verse, even though I don't really understand the meaning of the song. As interested in the magnetic field I looked for the source of the sara, it turns out there was a group of people who were listening to an old man who was singing the song accompanied by Javanese gamelan.
I couldn't hold my steps like being sucked in by the indignity of the song, without even realizing I was singing the poem to the parents who were singing the song.
The longer I get closer to the crowd.
“Reneo ngger ora ngger wedi, sun ajari siro tembang kang migunani tumrap wong urip.” (This is where I do not have to fear I teach you the chat that is useful for people who are still alive) said the old man.
I looked for who the old man called.
“Sliramu ngger, siro putu ingsun I iki mbahmu Sidiq Ali siro putu ragil soko my son ragil” (You ngger, I have, you are my grandson I am your grandfather Sidiq Ali you are the youngest grandson of my youngest son. ) Said the old man who claimed to be the grandfather of Sidiq Ali.
Then the old man told the others to go and lead me to sit next to him. Then greet me.
“Sliramu by anut mbahmu Jafar, ananging kudu duwe landesan kasabaran kang luwih.”
you may follow your grandfather Jafar (Oper canuragan) but must have more patience.
“From keno to nggo maca urip lan kauripan.”
you can use it to read life and life.
“Ingsun jarwaake maknane carben siro biso mangerti saripatine tembang iki.”
(I translate the meaning so that you can understand the essence of this song )
“Tembang iki minongko peeling kanggo manungso, suboyo Hameteg lust angkoro kang ngujo marang haedaning poncho. Kanti linambaran sih kawelasan sang Hyang teak. Supoyo iso mukso lan sirno. Saenggo besuk yen sowan marang sang hyang wenang biso koyo dijamsi tirto kang chaste. Saripatine. Wondene meaning kang kulife memcene ngger,..!”
“This development is a reminder for humans, to withstand the air of Angkkara's lust of wrath that indulges the desire of Panca Indera only. Armed with the affection of the hyang wenang (the Almighty wills \= Allah swt ) so that ‘Sengkolo’ can be lost and die, he said, so besuk if facing the almighty will can be as exhausted in bathing with holy water. That was his essence, while his complete meaning was like this....!?” said the grandfather.
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