GOODBYE

19. secret key

“File, listen to this, the truer is inner-born, not inner-born. Truths, not rules. Kanjeng Prophet Muhammad, understand the truth first, only subjected to the laws of sharia. He, ‘meet’ first with God, first pakrifat, then then just dropped the command of prayer. Aye, right? That is why one rakaat his prayer of the Prophet, said hadith, is heavier than a thousand rakaatnya our prayer. Let alone a thousand, a million rakaat also continue to say hoarse when praying the Prophet. But, do not then easily give, it is the Prophet.., we ordinary humans can not like the Prophet. Well, it's hard if you like to make the fence first like that. The prophet is also human. He was mummified, sanctified by God to serve as a role model for mankind. Other humans, told to follow the example of this chosen human. Why is it told to follow an example if the example cannot be copied?”

I looked at his grandfather. Wow, this is getting worse....

“Taking up the Prophet does not mean being a prophet. Kombal mukiyo if anyone claims to be a prophet. The last prophet, Kanjeng Muhammad. Point, do not use commas. We, his people, were told by Gusti Allah to follow his example, to imitate. Take it, yes everything. Kabeh, inside out. Don't choosy. Delicious men can choose, hehehe.... Did you choose duren? Including, about the truth of it. The mind was first machined, then the birth can be cleared.”

Akas nyerdeh as spread about duren, continued to see again...

“That's the difference. Kanjeng Nabi, the fact of the first new sharia. We were just told to seek the truth. Carane piye? By following the example that has been provided. But, do not cum, outwardly, the interior must also be listened to. It is precisely this inner part of the truth. If only the output, the ease will be Arabi with Mr. Kasim, hehehe.... From birth his beard is already wide wong derivative Arabic. Stay tidied up a little, dashing. The location is a bit troublesome, because the fur is only ten more pieces.”

Akas chuckles....

“But, it is not forbidden. If you want to keep your beard that mediocre, it's okay, the important thing with the same heart. Well, clearly is it the connection with the fact with makrifat?” ask Bagyo.

“But, Mbah. How's that?”

“Oo, not yet visible, huh? Look, that's the result of reality. There is no truth without penetrating the veil of truth. The fact is the form of flavors, a collection of tastes. Those flavors will be felt only one taste, which is ‘kejama’. The feeling of togetherness with Him, that is the meaning. The picture is easy, but the original is not this simple. Wh why? Because of the multilevel nature, there are no limits, and not human rights. You must be confused. Yes, right?”

“White, Mbah,” sahut the grandson, fast.

“Nothing. There are so many friends in the world, hehehe. Accept it first, later if there is your race, then you know.”

Mangosteen-grip. In the past Mbah Bagyo had already explained about “rasa-rasa” which later became “one rasa” it. He said, it must be felt first, and then know the taste. It doesn't feel like it's just being told. Perceived, yes too...

Bagyo sprinkled the powder again into the charcoal coal furnace in front of him. The fragrance spread. “File,” his sigh slowly. “Turn to the front again, the main one is the inner, the fact is. Without this, his shari'a would not be right. If his mind is right, then his sharia will be carried right.”

Sighing down, Akas listened.

Silent for a moment, Bagyo looked at his grandson....

“Received from my father, your great-grandfather, Mbah Dirjo bin Kuntowijoyo, a knowledge to unlock the nature of religion. Your father, Hanafi, had not yet received this knowledge, only his stories as you know them now. Masmu Haryono, Christian. So, Mbah will pass this knowledge down to you. Do you want?” ask Subagyo.

I was stunned, then nodded.

Bagyo sighed. “Alhamdulillah,” his sigh while nodding. “If you want, let's get started. We have a gift first yes, read al-Faatihah.”

Akas nodded.

Then, the gift was implemented. To Kanjeng Prophet Muhammad, the friend of four, several sheikhs, and finally Mbah Buyut Dirjo bin Kuntowijoyo.

“File, that's the key,” said the grandfather slowly, moments later. “But, that's the key, you still have to find a door that matches your key. Behind that door, a collection of flavors. Understandable?”

“Iya, Mbah. Just, why not all the same door?”

“Hehehe..., each according to rations. His share Mbah to the key, there is another lover whose door part.”

“Love? What is it, Mbah? Female?”

Subagyo chuckled again. “Can be male, can be female. Someone who has crossed barzakh. Already smelted, vanished.”

Akas gawking. Crossing barzakh? Whatdoes thatmean? Through the barzakh realm? The nature of waiting after death? Ah.., then he asked about this. But, his grandfather just mopehleh, did not want to answer.

“Already, save your question because this is not part of the question-and-answer. No questions, no answers. It's just taste. The important thing is, take care of your keys, keep looking for the door until you meet. If it doesn't match the key, don't go to that person, even if it's as good as it looks. Free, Mbah believes he does not know the nature of religion. He knows only the arguments of the truth, or the shariah that is bound. Actually, the nature and the nature of one fortune is not separate. If the coconut, the shari'a is the coir, the fact is the oil, through the flesh. Because it is the truth that forms the Sharia. Don't reverse. The truth is the truth over the whole finally.”

Akas.

“What you just received, including aurat sains. Knowledge that is forbidden is opened without right. So, before you meet the key mate, don't talk to anyone. For example, you meet a person who talks about the facts or beliefs, but does not have anything to do with your keys, still do not talk to him. Understand?”

“Iya, Mbah,” Akas replied. “Lha, if you meet a suitable one, how?”

Bagyo smiling. “Open his sasmita to him. If necessary, ask him to study. Next, it's up to your teacher. What did he say, obey.”

“If it turns out that the sasmita is not connected, how?”

“Do not continue, he is not your teacher.”

Mangosteen-grip. Silent moment.

“Mbah, my teacher is where, anyway?” he asked again.

Bagyo. “Which must still be in this mortal world,” he replied calmly while looking fixed his grandson.

“Waduh, kegedean it, Mbah. Where, anyway?” rayu the grandson.

“Hehehe...,” Bagyo chuckles only, does not answer. “Already, out of all words. Come, get ready for the Fajr prayer.”

Akas grimaced scratching his head. From the direction of the mosque, sayup-sayup adzan dawn continued to reverberate. “Ash-shalaatu khairum minan Better to pray than sleep. Right, especially if the one who sleeps his heart....