CONFINEMENT

CH 106 - FATWA OF THE DUSK ROBES PART II

The day was getting hotter, sunlight bursting between the Japanese and sandat trees neatly embedded in the Surau An Nur area.

Muhibbin was still seen humming where his nephew's Sacred Kingdom was sleeping on his lap, gently trailing the little girl's hair.

The young man looked far away at the expanse of rice that began to turn yellow around Surau and the waves of the Purnama beach were clearly heard as the breeze blew breezy.

Muhibbin's eyes continued to look closely at the beach, his mind wandered considering the various events where the waves and corals on the beach Purnama became silent witnesses of his meeting again with the Beloved Sariwati at that time.

The meeting that establishes the relationship between the two, binds each other to a promise for a lifetime and is always there to strengthen each other in an ark of love that is now not available.

The pain and crumble of pain perched in the heart of Muhibbin when he remembered everything, the woman he loved so much has now gone and found the port of his heart. Between the events that have both been through as if lost without meaning. Losing his Mother, Brother and adoptive Father made the Youth a quiet figure and shut themselves out from life in his neighborhood.

The days of Muhibbin after the death of his loved ones are spent to take care of Sekar's adoptive sister and the Holy Kingdom of the nephew. The young man's face looks older than his age, sadness is seen from the radiance of his eyes that are no longer cheerful, although occasionally his smile was turned back just to cover what he was feeling.

The crackling of Surau An Nur's wooden door awakened Muhibbin from his daydream. A very familiar man approached the young man who was still cross-legged in the bamboo hall, where the nephew was still asleep in his sleep.

The light steps of the person who had just come closer and sat down beside Muhibbin. With a hand signal, the new person asked Muhibbin to stay seated.

"Sir Mas need not be surprised, I came here deliberately to meet you, Nak Mas."

"I've been in Galuh Banjar for a few days visiting Resi Giri Waja."

"From You, I heard the news."

"I'm so sorry for all that's happened to you, Nak Mas."

the man told Muhibbin.

Muhibbin lifted the head of the Sacred Kingdom from his lap, The little girl still looks sound in her sleep, The young man kissed the hand of the person in front of him.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I have not had time to visit the Gelumpang banjar to see Mr."

"Even to Griya Manuaba I can only sowan when after getting out of custody."

"Please forgive my disrespect all this time" said Muhibbin softly while cupping his palm in front of his chest.

That person only smiled seeing what the Youth was doing before him, the figure in front of Muhibbin was none other than Ida Bagus Putra Narayana balian old from the banjar Gelumpang who had helped and treated the late Suratmi bu when he first visited the Beach Country.

"You don't have to be shy and feel bad."

"I understand your circumstances and situation, Nak Mas." said Gus Aji Putra to Muhibbin while patting the young man's shoulder.

"Sang Resi has told me everything,"

"That is what the Master of the Corn is destined to do in the course of your life."

"You must remain steadfast in your karma, Nak Mas."

"What you need to think about right now is how to care for and nurture your niece and your sister."

"You must not be too late in guilt because the Gods will definitely give Asung Kerta Wara Nugraha His, if you are steadfast and accept the fateful in your life." said Gus Aji Putra back.

Muhibbin only fell silent with his head bowed before the middle-aged man in white robes, in his mind again implied all the events he experienced, no tears dripping on his cheeks.

Seeing this, Gus Aji Putra rubbed and gently patted Muhibbin's shoulder.

"The five foundations of truth are Knowledge, Love, Justice, Devotion and Patience."

"Fear is always in the heart of man."

"Sometimes the fear of loss is possessed, the fear of humiliation, the fear of being separated from loved ones."

"Therefore, the existence of fear seems normal to all."

"Have you ever thought, is it a situation or a thing that causes fear? where does sadness come from?"

"Nobody thought of that."

"Everyone's experience, can actually tell."

"The fear of not solving future problems, the fear is only the imagination of the grief to come, having no connection with any reality,"

"Despite knowing that fear is nothing but imagination,

isn't it hard to be free of it and live without fear?"

"Think of that, Nak Mas." concluded Gus Aji Putra to Muhibbin, his eyes shady look at the Youth who still sobbing in front of him.

With a sigh Muhibbin said,

"Why did all this happen to me, sir?"

"I am not a saint who would be strong with trials and trials like this."

"I'm not ready to lose everything."

"If you can choose, it is better that I go before the Creator than that I see my loved ones in the dirt and go away because of something that even today in my understanding cannot digest." the young man said to the old man in front of him.

"You can't say that, Son of a Mas."

"Just as you wish to be a God who at all times can govern according to your will."

"The despair in life for lack of gratitude for all His graces."

"Never be so bad at the fate of the Creator."

"In this world everyone has some weaknesses,"

"For example, one cannot walk very fast, while another cannot lift heavy weights,

"There are many such examples."

"Do you know someone who has everything?"

"From our single weakness, it is considered the center of shock of our lives, which breeds sadness and discontent in the heart."

"Weakness is an innate defect given by fate,"

"But a weakness in one's mind, it is assumed 'Boundaries' cannot be bypassed."

"But there are some people who are willing to work hard to overcome their weaknesses,"

"What is the difference between such a person and another?"

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"There's a very simple answer to that."

"A person who does not let his weakness overcome him, who is confident in his ability, who is able to move past his weakness."

"In other words, the gods may give one weakness."

"But boundaries are defined only by thoughts and beliefs."

"So let not your weakness will despair make you dissolve until you forget your kodrad darma as a human being." exclaimed Gus Aji Putra back, a smile and gentle look continue to decorate his shady face.

The old man sighed before he said again,

"Every moment in life is a moment of decision-making."

"At each step we must decide about the next step, hence the leaves of the decision seem eternal."

"Decisions taken in the present bring happiness or sadness in the future, not only for oneself, but for one's family, one's and future generations as well."

"When a person is faced with a dilemma, his heart becomes indecisive and filled with indecision."

"When decision-making becomes a battle and the heart becomes a battlefield,"

"Most of us make the decision not to find a solution to a problem but to calm one's heart."

"But should a person eat while walking? no!"

"Then, when the heart is at war, can it make the right decision?"

"In reality when a person makes a decision with a calm mind, he ensures a future of pleasure for himself."

"But when one takes the decision to calm his heart, it will always cause pain and suffering in the future."

"Do you understand now, Nak Mas." concluded Gus Aji Putra to Muhibbin.

The young man nodded his head with a puffy look towards Gus Aji Putra.

"Thank you for your advice, now my feelings are calmer and I will always remember your message" said Muhibbin, wiping his tears.

Without feeling the day was getting twilight, the sun began to lean towards his complaint, Gus Aji Putra moved from his place and took his leave to return to the Galuh banjar to the residence of Resi Giri Waja.

"Son, I'll take care of you."

"If you have time, come to Griya Manuaba."

"Because for some full moon I was there."

"Take your brother and nephew."

"Setyowati would be happy if you all met again."

said the old man.

Muhibbin nodded his head and drove the old Balian to the door of Surau An Nur. His gaze fixedly saw the white-robed old man's back until it disappeared in the distance.

"Sir Lik! who was that?" suddenly the voice of the Holy Kingdom resuscitated Muhibbin from his daydream, The young man stepped closer to the Nephew.

"There was Gus Aji Putra, Nduk." replied Muhibbin gently to the Holy Kingdom, his hand stroking the little girl's hair.

Rubbing his face and opening his eyes, the Sacred Kingdom again said,

"Why didn't Mr. Lik wake me up, was Kakiang here a long time ago?" ask the little girl back.

"Yes, Raya."

"Sir Lik can't wake you up,"

"Sir Lik sees you soundly in your sleep." replied Muhibbin with a smile.

"Let's go home to Manguntur, Nduk."

"Mak Yu Mu Sekar must have been waiting for you there." Muhibbin told the Holy Kingdom.

The Sacred Kingdom nodded its head and rose from the bamboo hall where it was.

Muhibbin slowly swept his nephew and the two left Surau An Nur to ride a train to Manguntur.

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Note Author:

*Sung Kerta Wara Nugraha: by the grace of the Almighty God.

*Sheels: Grandpa