GOODBYE

14. not half

So now be an Akas a Muslim. First of all, the grandfather corrected the mistakes of his grandson scattered in the pillars of prayer, reading, and movement. Chaos is also the youngest grandson, the number of rakaat in each fardhu prayer was forgotten. Understand, mix....

“Sialal”, willingly Ngatijo volunteered to help fix his prayer Akas. “Then again’, the grandfather also accepted the offer with pleasure. So, be a tengil like a lecturer assistant. The song went beyond the professor. A little bit of a jerk, a little bit, a tickle. I think he was playing political aji mumpung.

“Mistake again!” his spray, when the time while glaring. “Already said back and forth, still misguided continues. Allahu Akbar is not Alahu Akbar. Understand, no? If you don't know ask!” Then, “Cricket!” The backwater. Ngatijo also chuckled cheerfully. Glad it looks right.

Thus. Until finally, the grandchild's prayer was declared “lulus” by Subagyo, referring to the terms of his harmony. Ngatijo also had difficulty finding fault with his adopted brother in the implementation of the sharia obligation. Because, as an assistant lecturer his job is looking for mistakes, hehehe....

“Shalatmu is right. Now, you learn to read the Qur'an in the mosque with Ngatijo. It is not good if Muslims cannot read the book. Later, his salary is the same Mbah at home,” said the grandfather.

“Read the same saw what is different, Mbah?” ask Akas.

“Yes are different, Le. Read yes read, njai ya njai. Njai it review, if read yes read.”

Mangosteen-grip. Kirain is the same, the effect is the same....

“But, Mbah ask you to meet Father Jo first. Tell him you have a decision. Father Jo came here all right, we have to pay him well too. About your decision, that's what it is,” continued Subagyo.

“Iya, Mbah. When?”

“Secapnya. It's not good that Father Jo is waiting for you.”

Akas.

Tomorrow, early in the morning, Akas left for Sedayu. Get there, head straight for Reverend Joshua's house. As he passed in front of Mr. Kasim's meubel shop, he took a short look from across the street. Time and time again, the nose of Yamani is pointed. But, it does not look the goods, not nyelip where. Yes, I will, then come home.

Resume....

It was at the priest's house this time. Very happy he welcomed the arrival of his future pastor. Akas was hugged tightly, lovingly.

“Hahaha.., Akas my son, Haryati's son. I thought you didn't want to,” he said cheerfully. “Come, log in, sign in..”.

Akas stepped in while grimacing in confusion. Duh, how is this? Howwhy? Dead me....

So, once there is a gap in the first round, Akas immediately shot the point that he chose Islam as the handle of life. Really, this is not an easy situation for an Akas. Imagine, Father Jo was so sure that Haryati's youngest son accepted the offer. Without asking first, he immediately told a long story about the glorious future colors.

So the priest was surprised....

“What do you mean?” he asked with a thick frown.

“I choose Islam, Pater,” Akas replied, tranquilized.

“Islamic? Aren't you a Christian?” father Jo's tone of voice was high.

I was silent, not answering.

“File, what's your godname?” the priest asked again.

“I have not been baptized,” Akas replied slowly.

“Hah? Not yet?” Father Jo was shocked.

“Iya, Father.”

“Do not lie! I remember already.”

Akas shook his head, “ My brothers who have.”

Reverend Joshua let out a deep breath, stared fixedly at Haryati's youngest child, then shook his head while slightly lowered.

Silence for a long time, after that...

“Pater, which I have to convey, I have already conveyed. I beg myself,” Akas break the silence. Confused about what else.

Father Jo raised his face, then slowly smiled.

“I say...,” Akas rise to his feet.

“Wait,” sahut the pastor. “You're not in a hurry, are you?”

Akas. It's not really.

“Then we can chat for a while, yes?”

Duh, how is this? But, Akas finally nodded, as it was impossible for him to shake his head. Yes, he sat back down.

“File, when we talk first, are you clear what I say?” the priest opened the topic.

Akas nodded.

“That time, if not wrong I said that his decision was your decision, right?”

“Iya, Father.”

“Well, is this your decision?” Father Jo looked at his young guest.

I stared back politely, then nodded steadily.

“Oo, your decision?” the priest looked stifled.

“Iya, Father.”

“Really?”

Akas nodded again.

“No one affected you?” search Father Jo.

“What do you mean, Pater?” I pretend not to, you know.

“Yaa, maybe you talk to someone first?”

“Oo Yes, Father. I spoke to Mbah Bagyo.”

Akas decided not to “include” Arabi. It's nothing, his best friend was well acquainted with Father Jo, and vice versa. As the only pastor here, Father Jo also knew each other with Mr. Kasim who can be said by one of the leaders of Sedayu Islam. So, it is better not to be carried around. Mistakes can go everywhere.

Father Jo mangosteen. “If I may know, Mbah Bagyo says what?” he continued to ask.

“Mbah does not hold back if I want to be a priest. Just to say, if I convert to Christianity means the Islam is exhausted. No more of his descendants embraced Islam. I see, Pater.”

Father Jo frowned. “Kok so? Is Mr Nafi an only child?”

Akas nodded.

“Oo...,” Father Jo back mangosteen, I think he just found out about this. “Keep, Mbah Bagyo said what else?”

“That's all, Father. Next even I have a lot of nanya.”

“Oh, yes? What's it?” I looked at Father Jo, not answering.

“What's it, Akas? How do you seem to hesitate?” Father Jo mesem.

“But, Father don't get mad yes..,” pinta Akas, really.

“Anged? Pastor can not be angry,” Father Jo continued to smile.

Akas smiled.

“Come said, what are you doing?” Father Jo forced again.

“On God, Father...,” said Akas, slowly.

“Oh yes? How's that?” Father Jo looked enthusiastic, his smile sticking.

So, Akas also revealed “soal Lord” which he used to discuss with Yamani. Here is his grandfather's explanation of thinking with the heart. Shaken the priest, his smile instantly dimmed.

“That's it, Father. I followed heart...” said the youngest, closing the session.

Reverend Joshua rubbed his forehead while slightly looking down, his eyes looking narrowed. Sometimes he lifted his face, looked at the youngest child of one of his favorite congregation, then looked down again with a sigh that sounded heavy. Silence was long ambushed.

“Pater, I beg pamit,” pinta Akas later.

Frankly, it was really uncomfortable to see Father Jo frown like that. You see, Akas knew that he loved him, as well as himself who loved the priest. But it is about religious belief. And that religious belief is clearly an affair of the heart, not its other part.

Father Jo raised his face, looked at Akas, then slowly began to smile back. While there was a gap, Ping Haryono's youngest brother got up from his seat. Father Jo stood up as well. The youngest immediately greeted and kissed the shepherd's hand.

Reverend Joshua Sedayu hugged the shahdu Akas. Longer and closer than when we first arrived. Then, the generous decapitation was closed with a whisper of “ayah” that was very pervasive, “My son, be a good Muslim. Don't half-half.”

Thus....