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11. How to continue ?



“So, how is this original story?” ask the white Arab, after a break eating meatballs.


Forced to continue, Akas finally tells what happened at his grandfather's house five days ago. All that I felt after that.


“Oo, so the story is you now want to be a pol-polan Christian, so?” shoot this Mr. Kasim's son.


Akas. The term is Iho, use all pol-polan.


“Iya?” Arabi demanded an answer.


“Yaa, golah. After, how else?”


“Oo, so? Our enemy?” arabi asked, her tone rising.


Akas immediately stared at his sidekick, frankly gasping as well. It sounds like anger. Apparently not, Arabi even grinned the horse. Means just kidding about the enemy just now, kirain really hijak war.


“So much, Rab. Here and there, so too,” Akas replied.


“Hold, hold, same you said? Where's the same side?”


“Sama-sama religion, right? Equally taught to do good.”


“Yee, you are this. All religions, the story must be very good. There are those who teach badly. Do not wear religion, the communist story is also good, good to hear. Don't believe? Ask a Soviet person there.”


“Your.., Soviet-soviet. Do you know where?”


“Know,” replied Arabi, grinning horse.


“Where?” Akas.


“Yes there. Anyway it's there. Remote, hehehe...”.


Akas chuckled. Damn, far away he said.


The conversation between the two friends continued, about religion. Active roots refute Arabi's arguments.


The intention is just a whim, let it look so pinteran. Cook lost to the white Arabs? Losing is also okay, just don't be too bad. Shamefaced....


“So, Cash. Religion is broad, not just about teaching the good. Religion is based on faith. Faith is something that must be really believed, can not be half-and-half.”


Beaver-mangegut. The feeling was reciprocated their pantun was far away. I don't know how to go back to the matter of “sama-sama taught the goodness of”. Also related to the matter of “something that was really believed” earlier.


“Terus, how?” chase the youngest, his tone is loud. That means let Arabi kettiban confused himself with his statement just now. Like the Judo martial technique, slamming with the opponent's power, hehehe....


“Ya, so. Are you sure you are not the same choice?”


“Oo, sure dong.”


“Totally?”


Akas nodded, steady his movements.


“So, are you sure that Jesus Christ is God?”


I should, Akas should not be surprised. What is preserved? That Jesus Christ is God, as it is according to the Christian faith, is indisputable. But in reality, he was shocked. Not contrived, really aghast. Like, Jebret! A lightning whip struck him on this sunny day....


“He? How about dumb?” ask Arabi.


Akas looked at his side with a dumb look. How could? Why is the uncontested now suddenly a bland feeling? It feels like losing energy. In fact, it has never been this way before, although it does not also mean overflowing. Unremarkable. He said so, yes already.., Akas accepted. Now, why is it so hard to accept? Why does his heart oppose? For the sake of truth, this opposition was not deliberately raised. Appeared himself, then wrestled in his doubts that suddenly mounted. Is Jesus Christ really God? Is it true that God is begotten by man? Was his father really God? Prince-like?


And so, Akas lowered his head while shaking slowly....


“Hoi, Cash? Why you? How about a prick? Well, not really this. Not really, not really,” Arabi shook his head.


Akas raised his face, staring blankly back at his side.


“What look? You're not sure, are you? Yes, right?” shoot the white Arab while he's a little flabbergasted.


I sighed, then looked down again.


“Kas, if you can't be sure of that, don't continue. It will not be true of your Christians either. Poor Father Jo,” said Arabi, slowly.


“Keep, how should I?”


“Not knowing me. If you are a Christian, you will not be true Christian. You're not sure the same basic. Christians must be fully convinced that Jesus Christ is God. Point, no comma-comaan.”


“But, can it just appear later?”


“What?”


“That belief...”


“Hehehe. That will be the eviction, not the. It has to be in front of dong. Already there are materials, just rubbed until shiny. Be a sparkling diamond. If I don't exist, what do I want to rub? Wishing to meet the finished one on the road, then? Ora ono, Mas...?


“Terus, how?”


“What?”


“Yes what, Cash? I'm how am I, what do you mean?”


I grimaced wryly, realizing that the question was less clear.


“I mean, what is Islam?” he made his faith clear.


“Yes, it's up to you. You used to be Islamic sometimes,” Arabi grinned. “Wong Jum’atan with me. Lebaran is also coming, continued Natalan, hehehe.


Forced Akas to grimace, still feeling wry of course.


“You're good, Rab..,” murmured.


“Not what?”


“Your father is Arab, your mother is Arab. Born you, too. Direct blegedeg Islam, wong no other choice.”


“Hahaha..,” Arabic ngakak. “Lha, are you the same?”


“Where is the same?”


“Your father Islam, your mother Islam. Born you, confused it becomes. You see, Bulik Haryati Kristen, hahaha..,” Arabi continued his laughter.


Nyerengeh. “Damn it, my beautiful mother brought along,” he said inwardly. In the past, Mr. Salim's family, including his uncle and aunt Arabi, was a Haryati customer for a wedding.


Furthermore, their discussion also penetrated “the world of Islam”. Arabi the lecture, Akas listened. Sometimes he asks or debates, so that his discussion lives. Frankly, this is the first most profound discussion of Islam conducted by Akas. Not before, or rather not yet. With his father, his grandfather, and others. So, he's gawking a lot now. Because, although not yet fully clear, the concept of Islam that Arabi rumored was more acceptable in his mind, did not hit logic. Hence, it seeped into his heart. Like cold water running through an arid field....


“Shortly, Rab. So, Prophet Muhammad is not God?” ask Akas. You see, according to him “case” is similar to Jesus Christ. Which Arabi said earlier Prophet Isa if in the teachings of Islam.


“Not. Prophet Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah. Just like Prophet Isa alaihi salam,” replied the white Arab.


“Lha, who's God?” Akas.


“Hehehe. Just like His Lord Prophet Isa.”


“In Christianity is there also God?” refute the youngest, with the pronunciation of Allah, as is common among Christians.


“Iya,” replied Arabi casually.


“Sama, right?”


Arabi shook her head while grimacing. “If Allah, one. Single, Esa, Sunday. No children and not begotten,” he replied firmly.


Akas sighed. The difference is clear here.


“So, Muslims worship Alah only?” he asked again.


Arabi. “Allah,” he said, confirming the pronunciation of friends.


“He-eh, I mean Allah. ..,” Akas sighed. It was like his heart was calling the word Allah. Maybe because it was normal all along.


Silence was ambushed for a long time....


“That's basically,” Arabi opens the forum again. “Who wants Islam, must first have confidence that God is Allah. One, Esa, Single, Sunday. Siji, if boso Jowo. It was second to none, let alone three or four. Prophet Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah. Well, capital believes this must exist first, although it may not be shiny. Later rubbed while walking. If there is no such thing, then there is no Islam. Likewise, in Christianity, we must first have confidence that Jesus Christ is God. There is God, there is Jesus, and there is the Holy Spirit. If you are not sure, don't be a Christian. Free...”.


Akas took a deep breath, then looked down deeply.


“Kas, don't tangle it dong. I feel bad,” said Arabi.


Akas raised his face, grimaced wryly, then scratched his head.


“There are more questions, no?” ask the white Arab.


“Your word, Jesus Christ is also the messenger of God, right?” Akas pulled out his teeth.


Arabi.


“Keep, how is it different from Prophet Muhammad?”


Arabi grimacing now, “Sama. Equally human, hehehe..”.


“Ah, you are this. Seriously I..” the youngest protested.


“OK, okay. But, what's the question?”


“How come, if you are both messengers of God, the same also dong his teachings? Aye, right? Wong source is the same..”.


“Hehehe..., start your smart. True, the teachings of religion are not the writings of the prophet. The Prophet's job is to deliver, not create. Religion belongs entirely to God. Not the rights of man and all other creatures. Up here, can you catch it?” ask Arabi.


I shut up for a moment, then nodded. Understand a little.


“You are delivered?” arabi Fishing.


Akas nodded.