GOODBYE

41. bayat temple

“Why, Mas?" Asih disperse her husband's daydream.

“Hem?” Akas.

“These are you, why? How, self-smiling while reminiscing?”

“Oo, anu..., you are beautiful if you still use negligee, hehehe....”.

“Ah, gombal...,” sahut Asih, while moving in.

I know, her ex-boyfriend blushed as he passed. You see, the smile line at the end of the princess' lips is clearly visible.

Alone again now. I also looked back...

“Kyai Kholil? Did ya? The silent Kyai Abdul Kholil? Cook, anyway? But, I was clearly saying, Kyai Kholil's knowledge is the science of memory. Cook he lied? What kind of science have I been looking for all this time? That, right?” So, Akas sighed, “Allah..,” while seeping tears.

At about ten o'clock, after giving a briefing to his employees, Akas darted straight to Kyai Kholil's house without the knowledge of his in-laws. There he met Kang Iyung, who used to accompany Kyai Kholil.

“What's up?” she asked.

“Kyai is there, Kang?” Back to asking.

“There. What's up?” Iyung asked again.

“I need to meet with him.”

“Oo, wait here. I ask Kyai first, yes?”

I nodded, sitting waiting. Not long after, Kang Iyung showed up. “Ayo,” take her. Akas nodded, then followed him into this spacious innumerable house. So many years ago Magelang, only now he visited Kyai Kholil's house. In fact, his father-in-law is the older brother of Kyai Kholil's second wife. So, Asih and he counted nephew even though not directly. I know this info after marriage. But that's all.

“This is Kyai's room. You tap yourself, huh?” Iyung.

Akas nodded, “Still, Kang.”

Iyung nodded back, then moved to another room.

I calmed down for a moment. “Bismillah..,” he said in his heart, then the door of the room he knocked slowly. “Assalamu'alaikum,” greetings from outside.

“Wa'alaikum greetings,” sounds authentic from within. “Log in...."

Akas is in. It was seen Kyai Kholil sitting cross-legged on the prayer mat, smiling at him. I smiled back, and then quickly shut up.

“Hehe.... What's up, Haji's son-in-law?” she asked.

Akas grimacing called “Haji” by him. That is, Kyai Haji Ahmad Sanusi's son-in-law is his brother-in-law. For a moment, he had not answered, only looking fixedly at the old man....

“What's up?” Kyai Kholil said again.

“Begini, Yai. Eem..., does Kyai teach science to be able to remember to God?” ask Akas. Directly on target.

“Hehehe...,” Kyai Kholil again chuckled. “Who said?”

“Bapak,” replied Akas, briefly. Then, recounted his conversation this morning with the in-laws.

Kyai Kholil listened while nodding small.

“That's, Yai. Is this true?” tanya Akas, while staring expectantly at one of the Magelang who are of mixed blood Bugis, Dayak, and Aceh.

Kyai Kholil smiled. “Indeed, why?” he asked back.

“Soal like this, Yai..” Akas also tells the story of his grandfather's mandate, to the story of the search for teachers who have been in the last dozen years.

Kyai Kholil smiled again. “Barzakh crossers," he muttered slowly. Very slow, almost inaudible.

Akas gasp. Barzakh crossers? Mbah Bagyo never said this. And so, he looked at Kyai Kholil with a round round look.

“Why?” he asked, surely because of the eagle's gaze.

“Eem, Mbah Bagyo entrust sasmita to me. I was asked to open it up to whom I believed was affected by the benchmark. Please permission..”.

“Please. What did your grandfather order?”

So Akas opened the sasmita to Kyai Kholil. Sasmita is a kind of cipher question, which should be answered with a cipher as well. Like a military picket code. For example, picket password tonight, “horse answered ayam”. All members were told the password. If later anyone is asked “kuda” by the guard officer and does not answer “ayam”, then it can be shot directly. For, who cannot answer, the enemy is sure. Less is more of an image.

And, Akas also sprawled “shot” Kyai Kholil. How not, his answer is exactly the same as what his grandfather told him. Tepar, down to the order of his words. Sasmita is not just a word like the example, but a string of sentences that must be answered with sentences as well.

“Already, already...,” Kyai Kholil patting gently on the shoulders of his guests.

But Akas continued to cry. I don't think it's going to stop yet. Eventually, it stopped on its own a few moments later. He raised his face. Kyai Kholil smiled. Akas returned the smile with all the sincerity available, while shrinking the remaining pearls of his tears....

“Well, now how?” ask Kyai Kholil.

“Please I can be accepted to be a student of Kyai,” Akas replied, quickly.

Kyai Kholil nodded, “Of course you already know that it is worth paying for this, right?”

“Iya, Yai. I'm ready to be sworn on his behalf.”

“Good,” Kyai Kholil back mangosteen. “Yung...” he said slowly.

Akas. If that means calling Kang Iyung, slow down? Can it sound there?

“Inggeh, Yai..!” it sounded loud from outside.

Wuh, until it turns out. How can? But, Akas did not want to ask, he was very reluctant to feel.

A moment later, Iyung appeared. “What, Yai?”

“Yung, please prepare the initiation,” pinta Kyai Kholil, kalem.

Iyung did not immediately reply, as somewhat confused. Then, it looked at Akas with a frown.

“Please prepared,” pinta Kyai Kholil again.

“Iya, Yai. Now?”

Kyai Kholil nodded.

Iyung nodded back, then went outside the room. At the door's boundary, he glanced at Akas. In the cross, Akas grimaced back. Kang Iyung continues to play lyrics. Kyai Kholil chuckles softly, for what reason.

While waiting for Iyung's setup, there was no discussion between them. Kyai Kholil was silent, turning her prayer plan soulfully. Akas followed, his prayer beads twisted syahdu in the fingers of the right hand. Seated, Kyai Kholil smiled again. I don't know who, or what.

A little while later, Kang Iyung came in carrying a small coal furnace. Then, come out again for a second. The return brought the Qur'an and a small brown book, along with a box of boors. “Already, Yai..,” he said.

“Thank you. You are here, so witness,” pinta Kyai Kholil, while still closing your eyes. Iyung. Kyai Kholil opened her eyes, sighed, then asked Akas to come closer.

“Ac case, are you ready?” he asked his prospective student.

“Siap, Kyai.”

Kyai Kholil nods, “Come, Yung...”.

Kang Iyung nodded, then shifted to the back of Akas. In a kneeling position, he held al-Our'an over the head of the prospective disciple.

“A'uudzubillaahi minasy syaitaanir rajiim. Bismillaahir rahmaanir. My son, you follow all my words, yes..” pinta Kyai Kholil.

“Iya, Kyai,” Akas replied.

Kyai Kholil grabbed Akas' right hand, his thumb held slightly pressed like a kabul kabul nikah.

“Astaghfirullah, this year kana ghaffaar..," Kyai Kholil said, commencing the holy oath. Akas.

So, this procession was carried out....

Akas' soul trembled as he followed Kyai Kholil's holy oath. How not? He swore in His name, under His holy book. From the words he spoke, Akas realized that this was a direct oath to Him. Kyai Kholil acts only in his shari'a. In fact, not her intermediary with God. This, “direct broadcast”.

“So I swear to You,” Kyai Kholil said.

“So I swear to You..,” Akas follows.

“Your curse goes straight to me, if I break this oath,” Kyai Kholil said again.

“Your curse is directly upon me, if I break this oath. Seeerrr, his blood sighed as he said the phrase “horrible”. If tucked away in playful intent, who wouldn't be horrified? Even atheists must be screamed in the depths of his mind, although outwardly able to act is not.

“Alhamdulillah,” says Kyai Kholil.

“Alhamdulillah..,” says Akas, while closing your eyes.

Then, Kyai Kholil closed this baiat with a strange-sounding prayer in Akas' ear. All this time, he had never heard of it. Repeated emphasis on the words Oh Allah, O Rahman, Yes Rahim in these prayer temples, is truly heart-shaking. It feels like breaking into his soul....