GOODBYE

40. Not the end

Until at some point, Akas felt bored. Saturated which is completely pol full of it. Aspa bin solid taste. Dis thought, it might be necessary to take a short break from this quest. It is not stopped, for it cannot be stopped. The day will definitely demand a return. Just rested. For years, he has been looking for. And, there's no clue sKyai once....

During this recess, Akas had a lot of tafakkur in the mosque. More than usual. Meditate, reflect on what has been passed, while occasionally reminiscing about the times “hun” Asih first. Ordinary, accompanied by Kang Idung who had grown older, his teeth were two. Kang Arkam is no longer here, moving to Jogja, teaching at a boarding school there. Call upon the world of worship from the chumbs, he refused. Of course they insisted, but Akas keukeuh refused. Anyway, no. His slang, “Sorry men, I again bete...”.

That afternoon, bakda ashar, Akas sat down to hear the study of fiqh delivered by one of the elders. Kyai Sanusi, Kyai Kholil, and several others appear to be present here. While listening to reviews similar to the past, he recited. His favorite tasbih was twisted syahdu in the fingers of his right hand. The phrase tawhid la ilaha illallah, is pressed into the heart.

Slowly, his memories flew to Batu Raden, visited his late grandfather. “Mbah, piye iki? Where's teacher?” half a fad, he asked. Then, “Don't ask Mbah, ask sKyai Yang Punya,” immediately a form of answer felt to hit his heart. Akas. It's amazing, it's real like that. “Mbah, Mbah..” he tried to contact again, but there was no answer. Tried several times, remain unconnected. Duh....

For a moment, Akas calmed down. After being calmer, he recalled the message “Mbah Bagyo” just now. “Only Skyai Who Have? What does it mean?” Akas. Then, “Allah,” he realized, as tears suddenly felt gathering on the petals. “Allah..,” he sighed again. That's what he said, that's what the grandfather meant. Ask directly to God. Is He Not the Owner? He has everything?

So, Akas also “ask” to Him. But after so many questions were sent at that time, no answer came from Him. That is, there is no answer to hit the heart like “SMS" Mbah Bagyo earlier. I took a deep breath “Yes Allah, why? Don't deserve me yet? Is my sin too thick?" her groaning in heart. And then he kept asking...

“Sekian cerKyaih from me, wassalamu'alaikum,” said the sepuh, closing the assembly. “Wa'alaikumsalam,” says all, including Akas who was momentarily still down. Then, in raising the face, it appears that men his age used to scramble to greet the ranks of sepuh. I let out another breath. It feels like it was just yesterday.

For those who have included the last questionnaire, patiently wait for the salaman turn. Lately, don't play speedy like before. The tail is four. While playing the memory cassette, Akas looked at the next generation's tapes ahead. Then, unintentionally, his gaze was flabbergasted by Kyai Kholil's gaze. He smiled, quickly Akas replied while nodding. Then, when it was his turn to greet the elders, Kyai Kholil smiled again to him. And Akas returned. Smile at them, like saying a wordless slur.

Maghrib, until isya. Bakda isya, Kyai Sanusi approached his favorite daughter-in-law. “Kas, please door, huh? I want to go straight to Kyai Kholil's house. If you're sleepy, tell Asih," he said.

“Yes, Sir,” replied the son-in-law. Understand means.

Not long after, it seems that some of them went to Kyai Kholil's house, along with Kyai Kholilnya all. It is routine every Monday night. Akas used to ask about this to Kang Idung, he said there he taught again. A kind of special teaching sepuh, gulah. Shadow Akas, definitely fiqh study also for “level professor”. In conclusion, it is not.

So, Akas also manteng in the courtyard of the Great Mosque, turning prayer beads. I felt like, again wanting to dhikr, I wanted more than usual. Part of the responsibility, later on the reverse before the in-laws come home from the sepuh study. Usually around eleven o'clock at night. So, the falcon who was fretting continued to chant He ilaha illallah in the heart, while continuing to send a question to Yang Punya. Who knows, the answer will come from Him. However, until finally he came home, which was hoped that it would not come.

***

In the morning, after the dawn prayer, Akas had a conversation with his in-laws in the living room. The lively morning chat, accompanied by Asih steeping hot coffee. Then, on a whim he asked, “Pak, if in Kyai Kholil, naji what the hell?”

“How difficult is it?”

“Yaa, it's hard to learn Kyai Kholil. You also can not.”

“Where is it, Sir?” chase Akas, curious.

“Alaaah, you will not be able to,” refute this beloved in-law.

I grimaced, “Can't, you must know first, sir. How to know if it is difficult, if you do not know?”

“Ah, you are this. Kyai Kholil's science seems easy but difficult. Really hard. You have tried it from the past, until now can not-can.”

“Oo, what's that kayak, sir?” Akas kept chasing. You see, the more curious. How can his father-in-law who hafizh, memorized the Qur'an, and a bald book champion say hard? What kind of trouble is this?

“Where, huh? The point is, Kyai Kholil science is that we should not forget God for a moment. We must remember God continually. Memory, under any circumstances. Like the sound of “ngeeenggg. ..” unbroken, if sounded. But, there is no sound so Iho. Just like.”

Huh uh?! I was shocked, shocked! But, he still had the conscious to not show this stinging shock. While continuing to listen to the in-laws' explanation of Kyai Kholil's knowledge, he calmed down. Seemingly successful, the in-laws were unaware of his son-in-law's laxity. In fact, Akas' real body trembled slowly, cold sweat felt seeping around the nape, and his breathing was dull as if after a morning run.

“Like that. Kyai Kholil is an old science, pure monotheism. For that, one must be recited first, to be sworn in the name of Allah. Not to be arbitrary, because obviously this is not an arbitrary science and not for just anyone. Only the heir is able to penetrate. Which is not, maybe just up to the skin. His skin was forgiving. If it can get that much, it is good enough,” said Kyai Sanusi, slowly.

I nodded silently, keeping control. It is hard to open your mouth. It was as if his lips were attached with a hard glue. Fortunately, the youngest Wulan appeared who was already beautiful. She was bathed and dressed in two pigtails by her mother. Ordinary, want to be passed briefly to his grandfather to be invited to take a morning walk around the village. My mom needs time to dress up, right?

And so, without any more babibu, the grandfather immediately snatched his battle-ready grandson. Morning walks with grandchildren, indeed one of the activities that Kyai Sanusi likes. Moreover, this fourth album is like his mother. Worth showing to those he met on the road. Or, pitted against the grandchildren of his friends, the grandchildren of the grandfathers of other people. Ordinary, singing complaints, jogged complaints, or just taught to be considered cute. Maybe people like it that way when it's grandparents.