Cajaroh

Tomas (Figures of Masarakat )

"With Jafar Sanjaya's description ? "

"What is Jafar Sanjaya doing ? " tanyaku.

"Nggih konco nggih also tower "

" yes yes yes brother far " replied Mbah guno.

" Kulo niki putune Jafar Sajaya, niko mbah soak mother kulo "

" I am his grandson, he is from my mother. My mother's grandfather." I explained.

"Ow means my puugo ngger. ! "

owh means my grandson also son, said Mbah Guno.

Saying so while hugging me..

I also just found out if he mbah Guno joyo my best friend who was killed.

there is also a sister hub, although far away

Then he mbah Guno gave many tips, among others, are :

Understanding Javanese culture as viewed from Islamic glasses. Because he is, Javanese people who are thick in culture but also diligent in prayer 5 times. I listened very seriously. Because I really like the culture of Nusantara culture, especially Java.

As for the conversation I immediately translated into Indonesian. Except that is a term that only exists in Javanese. As for wejngan / Advice/His advice is as follows :

" Java culture or other cultures are loaded with Islamic nuances.

So you who have learned the Quran, and naji kuku. don't easily accuse the culture of sirik.

for example, why do I like to burn incense/pheny, it is just a waste of like with fragrances.

And from a small fragrance that is familiar with sewage is the fragrance of frankincense.

It has nothing to do with inviting the jinn.

Although there are also, who consider burning incense/incense to invite the genie. But not with a shabby.

It used to be when the guardians of songo, or sunan kalijogo performing wayang for da'wah. Also often burn frankincense, first for Isyaroh/Signal location of the puppet where.

The second respects the flow of other beliefs (religions) that existed at that time.

So that the teachings of Islam can be delivered

And the puppet is why it is called *Ringgit* (another name of wayang ) it is from the Sunan word Giri sik nganggit . hence it is called wayang. (Sunan giri who makes/concepts. )

So Pandavas Lima is, the picture of the Pillars of Islam.

1. Yudistira / Puntadeva

Described Knight who has a Kalimosodo jamus weapon. *The First Pillar of Islam is to read the sentence of Shahadah \= Kalimo sodo

2. The Bimo/Wrekudoro

Described Kstria who continues to be unable to sit and cannot boso chromo (*fine Javanese language ). That is a picture of the second pillar of Islam, namely Solat. And must be pronounced in Arabic must not be in any other language. Hence the Bima Described can not boso chromo.

3. Permadi/Janoko

Janoko from the word Jannah or heaven.

Temperate knights tapane (Often riyadhoh/Conscious/Fasting.

That is the 3rd pillar of Islam.

4&5 Is Nakula & Sadewa

Kstria twins depicting the 4th and 5th Pillars of Islam. As a pillar of Islam the same use the cost or issue funds. So it is like a twin*satria.

Furthermore about the Symbolic meaning that is often done by Indseia people, especially Java.

Pant

\= Tumuju Marang

qul inna sholati wanusuki wa mahyaya wa mamaty lillahi robbil ' alamin.

say verily my prayer, my worship, my life, and my death are for God the Lord of the Worlds.

Agara people know...

Sangkan Paraning dumadi's

origin (and ) The goal is made/created

People don't go the wrong way when they remember that. Because you will think when you want to do evil.

I will remember that verse, and the verse

inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji

Indeed, it is by Allah that we are (created) and it is to Allah that we will return.

if man keeps that in mind, he will not do evil.

If anyone does evil, then he forgets *sangkan dumadi*

So in order to remember made culture Tumpeng as a symbol to remember.

Such is the description of Mbah Guno, in addition to giving another philosophical meaning about what is maxut :

*Former compote in the salvation of the dead, what is sagging etc*.

Last Mbah Guno delivered, saying,

Why the guardians used to use symbol symbols in their preaching.

the reason is because :

At the time, people did not know Islam at all. Using Arabic terms would be hard to accept.

Let alone a verse like the one above, which is quite long.

Teach hauqola readings only

( Laa haula wa laa Quwata illa billa )

What came out of the mouth of the Javanese at that time, was

wolo wolo kuwato

And there are many examples.

I listened solemnly, this is very precious to me.

I don't know how long he's been revealing that.

His last message, though,

" Suk malem friday, I'm wacakno sayidina prayer Akassa "

(Friday morning, I ask Sayidina Akassa to be recited)

Sayidina Akassa Prayer ??? I thought to myself Is this cessation a lot of khodam grip. Ask to be read that prayer.

" God willing." I answered briefly.

And not felt until adzan dhuhur pum reverberated.

Then I pray dhuhur prayer in the village mushola.

After the prayer from the Mushola, I want to go home. But detained the whole family of Mr. Yadi.

Asked to have lunch first, I tried to refuse. But it did not work, because Mr. Yadi did not want to nganter if I did not eat lunch first.

I finally got to lunch too.

" I'm sorry Mr. Yadi, next time do not have to bother with gini sir so it does not feel good to me." I said.

" No sir, I am grateful. O yes this is my wife name is Siska. the two were my mother and sister. " obviously Mr. Yadi.

" Oh yeah, sorry I bothered to "say I started the conversation.

"No, no." she answered briefly.

Yes pantes sir yadi said his wife can not be romantic. The guy is stiff, needs to be treated, I thought.

" Which Original siska ? " let me try to melt his power.

" Turi's original "the answer is brief.

No expression at all.

" Wah pangeduksas salak pondoh ya mbak, how many salak garden ? " fuckin.

" No, my mother's father was not a salak farmer" he replied.

Her face is beautiful, but if you do not have a facial expression that is indeed ngebosenin as well.

I'm the one who just met aja actually bosen, up's keceplosan. Confused about where to start.

" O yes mbak, I'm the same Mr. Yadi has a plan to chat and chat with our families. Kira guess according to mbak siska, make what event to be fun. Suppose we make a game, seducing each other's partners. Later the losing couple is punished masakin menu requested by the winning partner is what about mbak ? " my lure to him.

In order to express an opinion, let's not be like a robot, hihihi.

" I can't seduce you, definitely lose later." he replied appreciably there was an expression.

" Yes let yadi sir who seduce, later mbak Siska just respond or answer the rayua alone can "persuade me.

" Not ordinary, is it hard ? " said

" Yes get used to mbak, from now on learn.not what, when we are old later all we need from a partner is attention and affection. Sorry after our grandparents and grandparents, what do we want to show our affection with ? if not by the word attention and affection ?" my clear.

Mr. Yadi's wife began to think, Mr. Yadi just smiled.

" maybe because you're not used to being embarrassed. Sometimes even feel uncomfortable how, already have children like dating." the answer is quite provoked.

Aaah was finally able to speak as well, there was even a sad expression on her face.

" Yes mbak, of course he said different from people dating is "my answer.

" Yes that I don't have a lot of vocabulary "he said.

" Yes tried while studying, mbak "my light.

" But it's hard not to get used to being embarrassed." she replied.

" Yes the shame is to make capital, let's just say that Mr. Siska and Mr. Yadi are not married. Same new in love. Try to practice later, mbak Siska and pak Yadi pura pdkt." my proposal to mbak Siska.

" Pura puranya Pak Yadi again nembak mbak Siska, continue to mbak Siska receive love Pak Yadi." I continued.

I was actually just talking about it, but I guess I was a little bit of a nguh.

" Yes try later, Pak e piye "ask her husband.

" I'm sorry mbak, the question sentence to Pak Yadi was changed gini, "Yes pah or mas later try to seduce me huh ?" I said.

Siska tried repeatedly but always laughed before the conversation.

" Yes, I may be ashamed, try again. Check out his lunch. I'd like to beg you, there's still an agreement with someone." I said.

" Ogh yes sir the same, let me drop off now" said Mr. Yadi.

Sister Siska just smiles and nods, okay there is a change. Next is the task of her husband, hopefully they both more friendly and harmonious.

I came home with a lot of fruit.

" Oh sir don't have to be like this, sir yadi, I'll stay alone at this time" I said.

" Sir papa just bring "eh mbak siska to talk

" Yes I want to take it, but next time I don't want to be like this lgi mbak." I replied.

" Yes" replied siska.

Sent by Mr. Yadi with his motorbike, on the road non-stop saying thank you.

"Yadi sir's job is to form the character of the wife, I only provide stimulants" I said.

And finally at home.

Mr. Yadi immediately went home. I also did not ask, if you know would like to practice ngrayu his wife, hihihi.

I put some fruit in the fridge I gave to Amir. I'm told, just alone.Most also for children who salaried and mujahadah.

I took 1 pear to eat in the mujahadah room, after I set aside for Amir.

While eating open hp, ah wa wife first.

" Hey baby.." I opened it with a chat..

" didn't use greetings...! "

" Oh yeah forgot your assala' alaikum.... My dear... Solehah's wife..! "

" Wa'alaikummussalam my pious imam....

" what is nich say...?

"Not vc yet ?

" Kalo vc can't just say what it looks like.

" Hehehe. can deh mgeles...

mang mas again what and finish what ?

" New wa nan the same beloved wife, end up holding my shade for you."

" A like to fight girls, huh ?"

" Bagusan also menggombalin chick, from the pads nglepasilnya chick...! "

" Why let go of the chicks ?

" That gumbal means cloth ? Hihi...! "

" Yee wants... Is maem blum mas ? "

" It was not invited to have lunch at Pak Yadi's house. Is maem not yet ?"

" It's dong mas...! "

" What and who ? "

" maem corn soup alone "

" Tumben alone...! "

" yes, the work method..."

" Ok say..

I have an event this afternoon, pray for it to go well. "

" Aamiin

sun used to be..! "

Emmhhuuahw...

" Maanghuaah..

Just put the HP there's a dateng motor. It turns out Mr. RT...

" Ashalaamu 'alaikum...

" Wa'alaikummussalaam's...

Come in, Mr. Rt...! "

" Yes sir, sir,

This sir, I'm sorry. I was told to send an invitation to make dinner ", said RT sir.

" Owh njih thanks RT sir ! " answer.

" That's the result of deliberation sir, I can't what "said mr RT continued.

" Uh Pak RT calm down, sooner or later it will look where the bathil. That's God's promise. "

" Yes sir, if you'll excuse me sir. "

" Oh njih Pak RT "

After Mr. RT came home I read the invitation again.

...INVITATIONS...

...السلام علیكم و و...

With the bad news, which circulated widely until out of the hamlet. Where the bad news concerns Pribadi Bpk. Roist.

So with this we invite Bpk Rois to clarify the news.

thursday's visit to www.**bln******* at the hamlet hall at 20.00 WIB.

Thus this special invitation we convey, please be on time.

...TTD...

...LPMD Hamlet...

It's good to be clear quickly, change the problem. I heard I looked at Asar I immediately gave asar prayer before Pak sastro picked up.

Thought about a drink of tea, Mr. Sastro came.

"Assalaamu ' aleikum.." Greetings Mr. Sastro.

"Wa'alaikummussalam... enter sir, would you like coffee or tea ? "

"Coffee can be gold..."

I went in for a while making 2 cups of coffee.

" Pour it yourself sir."

My love.

" Yes thank you, so you can follow the mas "ask Mr. Sastro.

" yes sir, God willing, it will be estimated that until there just before Maghrib sir.we chat first." I replied.

" Oh yes mas can "said Mr. Sastro.

" When can you tell, this is on your own initiative or what ? " tanyaku.

" yes to be honest mas, I include Kamituwo there, and I was asked to help residents to deal with mystical cases such as the burial of Mr. Joni's body mas.

But all the work I did was in vain. Even my life almost died.

Fortunately it can still be helped, and I can survive ", explained Mr. Sastro.

I listened carefully.

" What have you done to overcome that ? " tanyaku.

" I've put in all my strength, but it's not working. "

" So, sir, I'm also an ordinary man like my father. So don't depend on me, but God is the place to depend. I can only ask God. Problem results we leave to Him. "I said.

" Yes mas I understand "jawab sir Satro.

After the time was almost before Maghrib, we left. On our way I was a lot of quiet. It turns out I was put down in a mosque, and there were enough people there waiting.

I was a little surprised to see so many people there. I was introduced to the name Yasin by mr. Sastro.

While waiting for the prayer time, I was welcome to transit at a resident's house first.

Somewhat clumsy I got treated like that. But what else, everyone wants that. Fortunately, I soon saw Adzan Maghrib arrive. I joined the congregation at the little mosque.

" Where do we start ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" i asked for a delivery of the grave used to bury the troubled corpse yesterday. I'll be left there later, "I said.

" when will you go there ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" Will be finished Isya sir "my answer.

" Oh yes mas, I will take it there" said Mr. Satro.

When I was just chatting with Mr. Sastro, I was surprised by the presence of a woman whose face was very familiar.

" What event is lek, really rame ? " ask the woman.

I try to resist the turbulence of uncertain feelings.

When our eyes meet.

" Eeh same who nduk, kok malem malem. This is a citizen asking Mas Yasin to pray for the hamlet because of the incident the other day ", replied Mr. Sastro.

" Oh, is it finished, what just started ? "ask the woman.

" Then Isya begins ! Piye nduk what is it gonna take ? " ask mr. Sastro.

" Anu Lek, want to take my son for a second. Ee I need a moment to go to the invitation of a friend who tipped ya lek ! " said the woman looked nervous and hurried.

I tried to calm down even though my heart was turbulent.

After the woman left and left her son.

I'm sweating cold sweat, trying to calm down.

" What did you say, sir ? " tanyaku.

" yes, this is his son" replied Mr. Sastro.

I saw that boy staring at me.

May Allah not be as I thought

" Whose name is deck ? "

I asked the 2-year-old child, who turned out to be smart and smooth talking.

" Sidiq Sekartaji om "he replied.

Oh Allah. Strengthen me no matter what.

" Funny and pinter granddaughter ponakanya yes sir "

Mr. Sastro seems less than happy I said that.

" Oh, it's normal" he replied.

" His name is also good, who uses the name of sir "my question.

I asked without concern for Mr. Sastro's response.

" His mother, was taken from her mother's name Sekar Arum taken her Sekar so Sekartaji.

I almost fainted, fortunately still able to control myself.

" native owh here is also his mother sir ? " tanyaku.

" No mas, the real Klaci there, there continues to be a problem here" replied Mr. Sastro.

The cold sweat was getting heavier, flooding my body...

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