Ghost Villa
Hiding In The Light of Part4
Tonight is very confusing to me with what I feel, the lightning is very strong even turn on HP to just give news to Imas is very scary.
“What else is this,” said, and immediately carry out the worship of sunah to make the heart more calm, let alone rain like this people will not go out of the house.
“Titip trim,” my word to Yayan.
“Where a?” ask Yayan.
I didn't answer just moving the hand of prayer, and Yayan must have been right. After the sunnah service, I immediately returned to the barbershop.
“It was Hp in the dalem from earlier the sound kept a, tlp kanya” said Yayan.
I didn't answer, the notch was very important. There is no feeling whatsoever, I immediately saw that there were 8 times more calls than Imas. Immediately I open the contents of Chat.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun.” I said with a cheer, and immediately put on a jacket, sweeping the remnants of hair and closing the trim.
“A where to rush?” ask Yayan.
I could not answer just pointing towards the way home, after wearing a helmet immediately I drove my two-wheeled vehicle towards the house of Mr. Budi in a hurry.
Not long until and sure enough there were some people there, and once the gate was open I saw someone was putting a big drum on the side of the road close to the house of Mr. Budi, Budi, and put up a yellow flag.
Immediately I put it into the yard, although some people looked at me strangely, except for those who really knew me, when I got off my duodet vehicle, I saw the clock was already at 02:00 in the morning.
Taking a deep breath and immediately I stepped foot into the house of Mr. Budi who already has some people who teach.
“Just 30 minutes ago, when I finished praying, checking that Sely was no longer there, who knew his mother Ndi,” said Budi after I shook hands kissing her hands.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun,” said I could not see the body of the deceased who was lying and had been covered by cloth.
I see the red face of Mr. Budi, his tears are a very natural thing from a loss let alone a life, but life always has millions of ways to make real life happen.
“Alhamdulillah father had done it sir, the business received or not the intention is stronger than the treatment, pray no more than that sekrang,” said later.
Mr. Budi just nodded, and back many people who came to greet Mr. Budi in a grief situation like this.
I immediately took the place to directly teach for the deceased, the atmosphere of the house was getting full, very full, and did not feel an hour more I sat teaching.
Residents come to each other, teaching for the deceased. Soon I got up because I felt like I had finished teaching him. More and more people are coming because it has been announced also (definitely) in the main Mosque.
Jostling slowly I came out and was already at the exit of the house, I don't know why, the feeling of turning back to look at the corpse was very strong, very strong, really strong the more I resisted the more I actually forcefully pulled my neck shaft to turn around, she said,
“Bismillah..” I said in my heart slowly.
I saw an old man with a turban on his chest who was wearing a white skullcap that I was very familiar with smiling at me, his smile was very sweet..
“Teacher,” I said inwardly.
The old man just nodded and smiled, I replied with a nod of my head and also a smile of my utmost respect for him.
“Punten a,”
“Oh yes please, sorry” replied me, indeed blocking the way for others.
Just shifting and looking back at the direction where I saw my teacher, no longer there, I immediately read the prayer in my heart, sitting there.
“Alhamdulillah, surely insyallah explanation from the teacher who I have not met for a long time will meet again,” I said in my heart.
The atmosphere of the house towards dawn, the more full, I have even sat among people who may be part of the family or just residents who want to join in praying.
I do not always feel in the wrong, although I realize very well, the owner of life is not a human but an almighty creator
It does not feel sitting in front of the house Budi sir with just chatting with Imas through chat only, adzan Subuh reverberating, more and more people coming to the house Budi sir.
Immediately I stood up and looked for the whereabouts of Mr. Budi, to leave. I saw Mr. Budi was chatting with many people, when Mr. Budi saw I was walking towards him, immediately Mr. Budi also stood up from his seat.
“My pack permission,” sayku.
“Thank you Ndi, next time I will visit again to the barbershop, thank you for reminding me, I realize this is a risk, first when the loss of my sister is very felt, especially now is my own child, I know,” said Mr. Budi slowly.
“Good sir, I wait for the arrival of the father,” said I, just wanted to continue Budi sir already there is a greeting and just immediately I shake hands with Mr. Budi and immediately leave the residence of Mr. Budi
The road to the house, the two-wheeled vehicle I was riding in was very slow. While thanking the creator and increasingly convinced me that whatever the will of the creator that occurs on the face of this earth is the best, as well as the
the death.
“Agreements accordingly are payments to be kept,” I said in my heart.
Arriving home, greeted with Imas who was very worried about my situation, even when I got home, Imas still use mukena and immediately served me drinking water.
“Alhamdulillah mah fine, aa do not hate Mr. Budi or family for what has been done in his past mah, aa just sing a hypocrisy until it must be like that,” I answered, I said, while looking at Imas.
“What do many people say it's a, about tumbal?” ask Imas.
“Aa does not know mah, but what aa know for the last two days is not acceptable and not also blame, because the intention aa not want to know his past, because the intention is not to know his past, but trying with the permission of Allah Swt to heal, but life has another way to be the end for the late Sely, again the real responsibility is after this, life,” I replied, while holding back tears from dripping.
Imas did not answer again, immediately hugged me, I know this is the second warmest hug after mother, I know, it felt more than anything and then I kissed Imas' forehead as gratitude and thanks for so far Imas accompanied my journey of life and my mystical journey.
Three days continued so, after the departure of the daughter of Mr. Budi, news in the neighborhood including in my barbershop is so crowded, maybe because the family of Mr. Budi is the most famous person here, it is natural. But somehow, people prefer to think bad, rather than prioritizing good thinking.
Even some people who know the arrival of Mr. Budi to my pruning, not infrequently ask the truth of the news circulating, I humbly always answer “just so happened to visit only Budi to be pruned, just to be pruned, no more, do you know me soan” things are always the safest answer, so as not to raise other questions.
The third night after Sely's departure too, there was a lingering feeling in my feelings, especially on the night of sely leaving, returning to the power, I saw my cursory Master and smiled, and, it's what makes me miss, let alone an incident like this the first time, Master is in the end of a problem that for me is not usually.
Coming home from the pruning at around 2 am, because indeed from starting work, there is no stopping people arriving, especially on weekends, the time people took time to arrive and get out of their homes
Arriving home, opening the door, I greeted Imas who was asleep and just smelled his forehead.
“A already home, would you like to make coffee?” imas is still in a sleepy state
“Sstttt.. have slept again aja mah, aa can be alone, kasian mamah must be tired ngurusin two heroes aa yah” replied me, while again kissing the forehead Imas, and justifying a blanket for Imas
Imas just smiled, and it was the most perfect cure for my every tired, soon I saw my two same children already in a state of deep sleep. After taking a bath and performing the evening sunnah prayer, I immediately lay on my bed, next to Imas.
With eyes that do need rest, I slowly close my eyes and follow his will to closed“Assalamualaikum,”
The hoarse voice that I had known for many years back, and I was sure there would be no mistake when I heard this voice, I immediately headed for the door, opening the door, sure enough, sure enough, slowly my tears trickled, smelling her hands with a calm feeling.
“Walaikumsalam Guru,” I replied while bowing my body and gaze.
“It won't be long, your guilt is throwing away, the departure is not ours that lives eternity after this, helping is an obligation. We cannot change the past, and we cannot know the future, all is not our power, all the powers of the creator. Continue like that humble your heart, sharpen your knowledge by helping and giving,” said Guru while stroking my head slowly.
The tears that I was enduring were getting down as they should be, the tears of tranquility hearing the utterances of a loving and affectionate hoarse voice, I just fell silent.
“Good teacher,”andakkku very slow.
Slowly I looked back at his face, his figure was no longer at the door, soon I slowly closed the door and walked slowly towards the room, looking at my sleeping body, and I came back with an amazing sedative sentence I needed.
Mystical journey begins on a day where the mother is sick, the family situation is no more, just enough. While I was the only son of four, I had one older sister and two younger sisters.
The condition of the mother's pain was quite severe at that time, with the same time quite a long time as well, as a boy, as well, I have learned a lot since childhood from the religious and social disciplines of my many associations and friendships.
That the man who is seen first is his responsibility to the family is a must. Smart people come because on the advice of my father, every treatment is sure and always have to give an envelope with a number that is not much, but for a sufficient family size, he said, it can be used for other purposes.
Though senseless and unreasonable starting points are always done, only for the mother's recovery, while medical can not guarantee anything for the condition of the mother let alone the cost that is not a little is an obstacle to the way medical is done.
I who had just had a family with Imas was very slapped that year with the state of mother, that night I also invited Imas to stay at Mother's house, at that time I did not have children.
It's been the 9th day the mother did not wake up in her sleep, whether the pain of what the mother suffered was not at all clear, there was a feeling of wanting to treat the mother with everything I could, just like treating, just like treating, help some of the people I've been working with out there.
Arriving at Mother's house there are 2 religious figures who can be said to be very famous here who have tried to treat the mother, and there are also all families gathered. Seeing this condition if I am a woman, has been crying since coming to see the condition of Mother.
“Ndi has just released mother, kasian, he said it will not be long,” said the father to me who was looking near where the mother was lying.
“It has been more than 7 days your mother Ndi in this state kasian,” sahut 1 person can be said ustad who can treat things outside of medical.
I still did not answer, slowly my tears came down, in my heart with confidence “too small the power of Allah SWT for him life and death for his power, not the power of his creatures, not the power of his creatures,” soon I retreated slowly and took the ablution water, my heart moved to do the prayer.
There is absolutely no hatred or emotion with the words of the father, nor one of the justad, because what I want you to realize is also healed, finished praying I pray and ask, I ask, sincerely if it is best to heal the mother, and I promise to be sincere also further help those who need what I can with the permission of the power. Truly tears trickle down, in return for my mother's love and love for me in the prayer that I offer, I believe that can penetrate space and time and all other wonders.
Immediately I went back to face Mother who was lying down, and the family and two people were both still there, right hand holding a glass of water immediately I pointed it to Mother, whispering in his ear slowly.
“Bismillah well mom, Andi wants Mom to heal, Andi has asked her, and with her permission I have to wake up and recover well mom, bismillah,” I said while shedding tears.
Slowly I opened my mouth, I put the end of the glass filled with water, his breath responded to what I said, his throat did not refuse, slowly moving and little by little the water entered in the mouth of the mother “ya god I sincerely, if by your will I sincerely,” I said in my heart while shaking.
Suddenly the mother's eyes slowly opened, very slowly, her eyes were empty, very empty to the top of the roof of the house, a few seconds later to sing her eyes, while looking at me slowly.
“Andi,” said slowly.
“Iya This mother Andi bu,” I replied while crying, my first cry as a man.
Immediately I hugged Mother while crying full of haru, carried away from the pain is not clear and the same sleep is not clear, he said, since that incident I tried to continue to instill alms for the recovery of Mother and Ikhlas also promised not to receive any payment that he could pay my intention to help, he said, because I know very well it feels like having to spend a lot of money for a cure is not good, especially with the condition of not having.
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