Ghost Villa
Hiding In The Light Is Over
In 2007 the beginning of marriage with Imas, 3 years before I changed jobs as a barber (having a barbershop) initially I was a sweet martabak seller, where I sold about an hour from home, in a village close to a lake, where people are often crowded, although the sale can be counted with fingers.
Yogi is a friend of my school period who has a martabak recipe because it is hereditary from his family, with the approval of capital that I spent very limited, finally I and Yogi agreed to start the business, my appearance is the same as now never neat at all.
After the time of prayer, asar, me and Yogi who happened to be not far from his house from my mother's house (at that time still living with Mom) always picked me up with martabak dough and all other equipment to trade.
It's been almost 3 months running, and it always runs out far where my predictive time should run out, in a trip that is quite far 1 hour because the bike goes very slowly, very slowly, understand old motor.
“Ndi, hopefully today runs out fast again well,” said Yogi while riding a motorcycle.
“Amin, Gi it's a profit that you can not use mabok continue, tube, he said to marry,” I replied with a laugh.
“Ah ngelarang continues, as I look into mabok you also do not scold me,” said Yogi annoyed.
“Yes again maboknya try not yet, mending for me aja money profit you,” answered me while joking.
Yogi at that time still liked the things of pleasure that in the meantime, I can only remind and fixate very well indeed friends and supportive environment, how to again, when the time comes, the time will come, he must have stopped too.
Arriving at the location at 4 o'clock more, heading for the afternoon just cleared the merchandise, had stopped one motor and ordered 2 packs
“Alhamdulilah tuh Gi, inimah will be selling again,” I said while looking at Yogi's body.
“Ndi should be able to go home spit,” Yogi replied, smiling.
It was only me and Yogi who sold Martabak in this area, this was also originally the advice of Rendi, the theme of Yogi, who was now a close friend of mine as well, usually, Rendi likes to hang out near the cart when I have finished selling.
The afternoon continues to come as it should, slowly martabak dough today continues to decrease that means more and more in demand, alternately buyers one by one queue, and then, greeting the customer politely and pampering him is one of my mainstay ways that I learned.
“Yesterday the Rendi said his father had been sick for a long time Ndi did not heal,” said Yogi, coincidentally was tenuous buyer and magrib time will soon come today.
“Oh yes hurts what Gi?” ask me to relax.
Seen from afar, walking very slowly Rendi with her next hand clutching a cigarette, getting closer to the cart.
“Ren,” says.
“Eh a, lemes a duh see the condition of the father at home, where the work in the pool again gini, still long to harvest his intention to bring the father's treatment to a doctor, a,” answered Rendi while back sucking on her skirt
“What pain does Ren have?” ask Yogi, while holding the bench for Rendi.
“Neither Gi, 3 weeks already sick tuh, at first the father came home from the garden is ordinary, you like to carefree eh do not know why his legs became enlarged,” replied Rendi explained.
I just watched and did not ask again, suddenly adzan magrib reverberated not knowing why I suddenly felt like going to Rendi's house.
“Ren, I'm in prayer at your home?” I said, suddenly Yogi immediately looked in wonder at me, astonished.
“Normally also in Mushola there Ndi?” yogi Sahut.
“Father really a, maen times to home, anyways I keep the frequent maen here, replace,” replied Rendi.
It was very nice to hear Rendi's reply, immediately me and Rendi walked to his house which was not too far from where I was selling, on the road I deliberately did not discuss the matter of his father, he said, more to the work of Rendi, and Rendi also began to wonder why my martab trading quickly ran out.
Arriving at Rendi's house, a bad feeling immediately came to me, I could only take a deep breath many times and calm myself down and while unceasingly praying in my heart.
“A is Ema (mother),” said Rendi, when he started entering his house.
“Assalamualikum, ibu” said as I kissed Rendi's mother's hand.
“Walaikumsalam Andi, martabaknya always delicious, Rendi often Andi stories, thanks for coming to the house,” replied his mother Rendi.
“It so happens that Andi's friend bu, Yogi who has a recipe Andi just help you, thank God you can be happy when you want to join the Magrib prayer,” I said slowly.
“Tuh a there father's room, who knows all aa want to see,” said Rendi suddenly.
“Iya Andi, my father has been sick for a long time, well that is not able to wake up,” said his mother Rendi.
“Boleh yah Bu,” answered me while bergegegegas with Rendi and his mother saw Mr. Rendi.
Rendi's mother, then followed by Rendi and the last I went into her father's room.
“Astagfirullahaladzim,” I said in my heart, with what I saw immediately my body felt vibrating and still to calm down.
His father Rendi looked at me sharply, even a few seconds later glared until his eyes almost came off very glaring, far like normal people in general.
“Heh sir, this is Andi, the theme is Rendi, why it's like that negliatnya,” said Ibu Rendi, while patting the body of Mr. Rendi who lay.
“Nothing ma'am, Ren can join magriban first,” my mouth, by directly out of his father's room Rendi.
“A forgive me for squirming aa like that, even though it was the first thing that Rendi had ever seen a,” said Rendi with full of bad taste of course.
“It's okay Ren,” I replied with a calm smile, whereas in my heart still can't believe what I saw just now.
As soon as I prayed Magrib in Rendi's room, Rendi might meet and chat with her mother in the living room of the house, just 2 rakaat and the last rakaat already felt someone sitting on the mattress Rendi I behind, because it faced towards the qibla.
After finishing the prayer, suddenly someone wanted to try to strangle my neck with his nails are very sharp and long. I continued to recite the verses in my heart quietly, sweat began to fall on my body, and asked the creator for help.
“heh sia! It's a matter of aing! Aing didieu nu boga kawasa, missia sia ku aing nu dipodarana!”
(heh you! Don't interfere in my business! I am here with power, otherwise I will kill you!) said the creature with a large body and a very distended stomach, continues to spit out with eyes glaring, his saliva is very disgusting.
“Power belongs only to God, eweuh no power of power nu almighty, mun sia ngancam kitu, sia nu ku aing diodaran tiheula!"
(Power belongs only to God, there is no power over the almighty, if you threaten like that, you I will kill first) I threatened back, turning back, please, in front of the creature.
“Ampunnn hot, geezn,” the voice of a creature who whines in pain.
I continued to recite in my heart as I stared intently at the creature, the sharper my gaze became, and the more it cried out in pain.
“Back! Flip sia kanu nitah sia, or sia I aing really in podaran jeng nu nitah siana sakalian!”
(Go home! Go home to the one who told you to, or I will really kill you together who told you to) I snapped while standing before the creature.
(I have been told to kill the man for being rewarded with a scapegoat, the same as his blood must be at a minimum) replied the creature while enduring the pain and pointing towards his father Rendi's room.
With all my calm out I got closer to the creature and chased him away while being shut down with all my might!
“Ampuunnn..” the cry of the creature was very loud.
Slowly I opened my eyes, with all my body full of sweat and immediately walked out of the room Rendi, Rendi and her mother who were sitting in the middle room of the house, very surprised by seeing me already full even wet with a lot of sweat.
“Ren bring a quick drink now,” I said to Rendi and walked to Rendi's room.
“Iya a ready,” said Rendi trembling because seeing me may have been different from before that Rendi saw.
Even her mother Rendi did not dare to speak and followed my steps to her father's room Rendi, when he entered his eyes, Mr. Rendi was looking up at the roof of the house with a blank look and from his mouth came a lot of saliva.
“Bismilbornohmanirohim,” my words while rubbing the head to the chin of the face of Rendi.
His eyes closed again, there was a slight sobbing sound from his mother Rendi who was slowly.
“Mana Ren here the water,” I said while looking at the sculpting Rendi with a blank look.
Immediately I opened the mouth of his father Rendi, and thank God did not refuse the drinking water I gave him, his throat received, slowly by drinking water and his eyes opened again.
“Alhamdulillah, soon father siuman Mother, please change his clothes well,” I said very limp.
“Alhamdulillah imaksih Andi,” said Ms. Rendi with her tears following down her cheeks.
Immediately I exited the room, followed by Rendi who was still in disbelief with a few minutes back that happened in her own house.
“Udah do not be daydreaming Ren, I borrow your clothes, embarrassed to continue trading a period full of sweat like this,”, I said to Rendi with a smile.
Immediately I sat outside Rendi's house, looking for the wind while burning one cigarette to calm my feelings and neutralize this body of mine. Not long Rendi came by thrusting anduk clothes he who happened to be his body is not much different from me, even I who seemed smaller.
“A I think aa can not heal rich so, pantesan early father sick three weeks ago there is a feeling of wanting to say to aa but hesitant and embarrassed,” said Rendi.
“Can what? Coincidentally it was Ren,” I replied in jest.
Because I feel kasian to Yogi dagang alone immediately I say goodbye, and also happened to be Ibu Rendi brought coffee.
“Bu Andi not long, kasian si Yogi has been left,”, I said to his mother Rendi.
“It's okay to just bring the coffee, later ask Rendi who brought the glass again, Andi mother and father also Rendi the situation is like this, this is a little for thanks, thanks, father who can not walk suddenly can be healed by Andi,” said Ibu Rendi looks very embarrassed.
“Mother, it's not because Andi, it's all because the creator of the bu, thank God through Andi, it's rich with anyone else, it's rich with anyone, Rendi my friend Mother also well My mother is also with the Father, I accept the good intentions of the mother, just love it later on Friday to the Orphan child yah ma, his intention for the recovery of the father, his intention for the father,” said slowly, so that his mother Rendi did not feel embarrassed.
“Gapapa ma'am already, Andi must go to the trade first, later there will be time Andi play here again or join the prayer again well Bu,” said saying goodbye to Mother Andi, while kissing her hand, and, it was like I couldn't believe what I said just now.
While walking Rendi asked a lot about me, about what she had seen just now when I had just come out of her room, I still replied.
“It so happens, I can't do anything,” don't forget while laughing, in order to be a joke.
Sure enough Yogi was busy himself, making the same order was being awaited by the buyer, soon I helped Yogi and Rendi just sit still in disbelief, she said, with all the events 20 minutes back today.
“Well even copy Ndi? Bring a shirt?” ask the newly awakened Yogi.
“Relied Pinjem,” I replied while winking.
“Iya Gi, I am cured thank God same aa,” said Rendi.
“Alhamdulillah dong Ren, why is it so sick what?,” asked Yogi curious.
“What pain? Well it hurts already what matters now is healed,” I replied while patting Yogi's body.
Yogi just nodded his head, as if understanding and indeed Yogi already knew a little about my mystical journey, which often helps things related to other realms like that.
“Bapak,” said Rendi suddenly.
Immediately I looked at Rendi's gaze as well as Yogi's, I just smiled to see his father Rendi was walking towards the cart, until in the wagon did not stop his father Rendi to thank me, I who always do not feel good even do not like in this position just say “sama-sama” while continuing to try to remember and humble that the high and the almighty over all that happens in this life it belongs to the creator.
His father Rendi remained curious about who had done such a thing to him, and had twice asked the same thing in this chat I could only answer
“Pak apologizes if to find out who did that to the father would only cause a grudge for what? Means we can't beat the same **** that is in us, you better do Andi's advice, not that Andi patronizes but that's the best advice, not that,” I say slowly.
Finally his father Rendi understood and understood, I suggested to give alms to maintain health, and take care of other things and always ask for almighty help, because it is the most powerful thing in my opinion.
No more than 30 minutes his father Rendi was able to walk after his illness for 3 weeks, it was clear the news became crowded in the village of Andi, Andi, the speed of information by word of mouth is always the fastest, as a result of the next days the kindness of the Rendi family who always feed at the time Magrib finish continues, continues, and it is not uncommon that if there are things related to other realms, it must be me who is asked to help.
Although not infrequently also, with my appearance like this makes people not believe directly, but I still prefer things like this, but I still like this, hiding in the light was the first suggestion from my teacher for things like this, because it was the most difficult thing and I was still learning.
Three years of selling Martabak with all the stories in this place is the most valuable, profit from selling can trickle the needs of the family, also father and mother can even I set aside to save, save, during those three years, I knew many new things from all things, planting goodness will always harvest good, just how the creator works is always extraordinary and always makes out of logic alone.
Not felt, time and all my activities on the other hand is to help people, slowly for three years it was also my savings I think enough, especially Yogi should replace his father selling near his home market, same with my house.
In late 2009, I decided to rent a strategic place with enough capital, I changed professions as a barber, opened my own barbershop, and, which was before my ability and love to tidy the hair of people who became the background of my professional move.
“Ndi has been a long time I want to ask this, it has been a long time also 3 years together selling, I know everything you can what knowledge Ndi?” asked Yogi at a moment while copying in front of my parents' house.
“This,” I said while sambi pointing towards the chest.
“Bersedekah Gi, giving anything when we really need is the hardest thing, against yourself. Arguing with our satan diasiti ****, quarreling with **** we diasiti satan,” my answer with a smile.
“Which else Ndi what?” ask Yogi.
“Hide in the light,” I replied slowly.
Yogi just nodded, as if not a sentence from my mouth for him to ask back. Hiding In the Light for me everyone can do and can interpret each one. With all appearances, one cannot judge one side of another.
Finished
