CONFINEMENT

CH 142 - SUKMO LELONO PART III

Yesterday is history, today is reality and tomorrow is hope. Perhaps that is what nature teaches through the Cekakak bird in Bajang Anom and that also applies to Muhibbin as well.

Muhibbin was still fixated on witnessing the greatness of nature that he had just realized, little by little in his journey this time containing the learning of creatures who were somehow in what dimension.

Bajang Anom who is not far from his place is back to play with herds of forest animals on the edge of the lake, the rain missed by the Chekakak bird seems to wash and quench the thirst of religious yearning as long as the devotee of hope.

Even dusk came and the thick of the day began to crawl into the universe, Bajang Anom returned to where he was alone after being satisfied with the forest dwellers who loved him.

His steps slammed down the hilltop rocks, his burden and fear seemed to disappear when faced with the night. Now the night is like a father figure who always accompanies him in the dark, no more worries over his inner space. Now the sound of the faithful Kedasih bird accompanied him sounded like the chanting of the divine praise, like never before, his voice was as melodious as the symphony of natural music that accompanied him dancing.

The days seemed to meander comforting him, no more confusion, no more worry. Now he only hopes that the goddess Candrawati will appear before him, tearing apart the night with her sparkling light.

Every time between Bajang Anom and the bird of Love engaged in a conversation and the conversation seemed to bring him to a halt to the end of the twilight which always ended into a night that did not promise the light.

Nature has taught that everything is governed according to its responsibilities. Loving love between creatures in the forest of all ages illustrates the magnitude of a relationship of love, sincerity and trust, and, something that is not necessarily shown by the Crow who is worried that the sky will collapse teaches that in every journey of life do not be afraid of the shadow of worry itself, he said, so forget and deny that happens around, because the fear itself is a creation of wishful thinking itself.

And do not give up hope because hope is a grip to step on and from hope will learn how it hurts, what it feels like to hope and what it feels like to be patient so that hope itself will approach like a Chekakak bird who hopes to cloudy to deliver the rain he loves.

Muhibbin was stunned in his mind, his vision shifted to see Bajang Anom so badly sitting next to him and on the way to seeing the events with the jet black figure made him realize that there was something the creator wanted to show through Bajang Anom and the universe.

The form of the ugly Bajang Anom rhino teaches mindfulness and humility, nrimo ing pandum. Accepting all His provisions.

"Have I been wrong all this time?"

"What have I done in the course of my life tarnishing my destiny?"

"I feel ashamed of myself,"

He looked back at Bajang Anom nearby, creepy face with jet black now like the beautiful, no worries and fears that turned into peace and happiness when he looked at Bajang Anom the ugly.

Unabashedly, the cry of grief becomes a thankfulness of joy. Kedukan like playing on the beach, even though death is walking lurking. The waves of the ocean were about to swallow up but with the ship of death instead swam around diving into life. The rain of fireworks everywhere, the suffering turned out so beautiful. In a world like this, happiness is just a deceptive beauty.

Muhibbin seemed to fly to his past, to the yard of fireworks between Surau An Nur on the edge of Purnama beach. He felt his misfortune was caused by his inability to suffer. He longs for the happiness he does not yet have, and because of that longing he throws away his own most precious possession, his own suffering.

Muhibbin felt angry but when he saw the figure of Bajang Anom his consciousness as if saying 'In a state of anger be like a dead person, be silent and do nothing so as not to be wrong and regret later. Let hope come as love comes, if he comes, that is his destiny and if he does not return without a shadow of the burden to come, no pain hurts, no pain, there is no lara in my heart.

Like the expanse of the earth and volcanoes, if you do not have hope and love, the grass will not grow on their chest. Lara is a phase like a tree aborting its dry leaves that will be replaced with buds springing later on. Suffering is a mirage of self-created spaces of worry.

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