GOODBYE

43. dizziness

Thus. Finally, Akas met the much-missed teacher. Wanted everywhere, for so long, in so many ways, Kyai Kholil turns out. It was nobody, so close. Since the beginning of his arrival in Magelang, he has been seen. In fact, it was the youth whose sharia made Kyai Sanusi send Asih to him. If calculated, it would take him seventeen years to find Shaykhuna Kyai Abdul Kholil “ in duvet”.

So, it is proven that what Mbah Bagyo said first, is true. There are “kunci”, there are also “pintunya”. Now just open “this locked door” so he can enter into “rasa” room. However, from the beginning Akas already had the realization that this would not be easy. It can't be as simple as turning a regular house door lock.

I don't know what and how next. However, it was clear to him, that his duty in this matter was to obey the teacher. As Mbah Bagyo once said. Kyai Kholil firmly said, “Istiqamahkan dzikir light.” So this is what he is doing now. Thinking about his soul, putting his true self back to remember Him. True, not others.

A few days after his initiation, Kyai Sanusi called. “Kata Iyung, you are looking forward to Kyai Kholil, yes?” he immediately shot.

Akas nengir, “Iya, Pak.”

“Why not say the same Father?”

“No why, sir. Only, if you say, it looks like it will not be the same father. Yes, right?” I grimaced again.

Kyai Sanusi who was originally quite wrinkled by the forehead, followed along.

“Keep, how does it feel to be lighted?" he asked, slowly.

“Pusing,” reply Akas. Not a lie, it is dizzy to feel his head because of running this dhikr.

“Hehehe...,” Kyai Sanusi chuckles. “Yes Allah, my son-in-law wants to learn the truth, hehehe.... Arab gundul alone can not..."

Lho? How come the bald guy was brought in again? That's an old song. It should have expired. So, even though Rada was wry, Akas chuckled back. All mengedumel in the heart, “Important can Asihnya, sir...” Aye, right?

“So, you already know Dzikir Light?” Kyai Sanusi asked again.

Akas nodded.

“Sedang run now?”

Akas nodded again.

“Pusing?”

Akas nodded back.

“Rasain, hahaha..,” his father-in-law broke up, then groaned while continuing to laugh. Very cheerful tone.

Akas snorted for a while, then chuckled. Damnit....

A week later, Akas faces Kyai Kholil. You see, the dizzy in his head, the more it becomes. Not able to be hit by grained dizzy medicine. In fact, in the past if he was dizzy, the drug was effective. And, right now, it doesn't work at all. Even his stomach was wrapped around the pain because most swallowed it as possible.

Kyai Kholil smiled. “Nothing,” he said kalem.

Akas sighed. That okay? Iyeakah? You see, this dizzy stings the taste. Head as if being squeezed-tender “giant” hand.

“It's okay, it's the process. So long the soul did not think, now thought. Shocked, and that's one of the effects. Later will come more fun again, hehehe...” Kyai Kholil laughs softly.

Acute mangosteen grimaces.

“So, don't need diobatin, Kyai?”

“What do you mean?”

Kyai Kholil gazes softly, “I mean, don't ask his intentions. Just keep dzikirmu, huh?!”

Akas sighed, then nodded reverently.

Kyai Kholil smiled again...

***

Time keeps moving forward. Dizziness is still incantated in the batok Akas head, not yet about to subside. In fact, add more days to twitch. Then, he was fully aware in the sense that this dizziness is indeed not a regular headache caused by the burden of the mind or the effects of other diseases. As Kyai Kholil said, this “Pusingmu is no business of zhahir.” Unique as well, dizziness yes dizzy, but his brain can still function normally. That is to say, he was not bothered by the mess. Work the way continues, dizziness also continues. The road itself, like having a path each. Not to be untel-untelan.

Over time, Akas became accustomed to this usually unusual situation. End, how? Whatever he is, his twitches remain. Yes, it was vacuumed with deep pressure. Nyut Nyut nyut nyut nyut.., her head pulse was tightening. Akas chuckled alone, grimacing. It was like a hangover, like a drunkenness.

It's just that, it turns out that Akas is the youngest among Kyai Kholil's senior students who used to gather at his house. At first glance, he's like an onion surrounded by onions. You see, the Jain counted as a class of in-laws, or under him a strip. Average has touched “usia Nabi”. Kyai Sanusi himself, has already penetrated seventy. Akas, akil baligh the fathers who reportedly forty years. Just three points....

However, different may smell the onion child. For some reason, Kyai Kholil demen benget called Akas. Kangen continued like he was the youngest disciple of this bloody eagle. Almost every day, the zhuhur devotee, came to call Akas facing there. Must be spit anyway, wear dihuya-hayu. In fact, there will be nothing. Just have a light conversation, while Akas was peeping at the feet of the teacher. It's probably a good massage.

Even my favorite in-laws do not believe. He said, starting he knew him since the days of Sinyo Netherlands still wandering in Magelang, you could say Kyai Kholil very rarely call people. His style, yes cuek just like that, the silent bin silent model. He said again, once Mr. Dutch Resident was confused to face him who reportedly since that time has been established in Magelang. Anu, known as the champion. His grandfather “jawara putih”. Understandably, at that time that is not a champion means not a celebrity. Whatever, want an ordinary champion or a champion, the tree must be a champion. And, Kyai Kholil is a hotshot. Black and white, subjugating all. There are still living witnesses who justify his stories nuanced “believe does not believe" it. Frankly, it's hard to understand, but there's a witness. And they swear by the truth. Including Kyai Sanusi himself.

“Nothing to do? For-for-science, huh?” insist on the in-law.

“Ngak, Sir. Just talking, I mijitin. Already,” replied Akas.

However, Asih's father remained unconvinced, forcing her to come along during the next call. Of course Akas doesn't mind. He, this is the in-law, one school, and the teacher's sister-in-law.

Arriving there, Kyai Kholil smiled. “What's up, Haji?” sapana.

“Nothing, Kang,” Kyai Sanusi said. “Only I want to know, this is Akas why would it be like zhuhur?”

“Here, chat with me. Stories Java, hehehe.

The in-law of the mangosteen, Akas mesem. Then, they also engaged in small talk, while Akas spied the teacher's feet as usual. There is no science talk. What science? Wong they discussed the old story, the story of the struggle of Joko Jowo for Nyi Mas Asih Hayati first.

Kyai Kholil who prank open the old tembang first. Be both compact chuckles. Forced to Akas grin. You see, Kyai Sanusi claimed to see himself in the Terminal at that time. Sure, this former SMEA “badung” student does not directly believe. But, the in-laws were able to correctly mention the color of the hat and jacket that Joko Jowo wore. In fact, he admitted to watching Akas when drugs were sad to the bus that began to move. Call the eagle. Shame on euy too. Kirain all this time only he and Asih knew. Know-how, everybody knows. Deserve his brothers first on a sepet hawanya. Hahe, huh....

“Kyai, about the barzakh passer, what does it mean?” I'm very quick to ask. He knew that Kyai Kholil had told him not to ask anything else, except for his spiritual journey. About what he felt during the dhikr of Light. For example, the dizziness. But, the affair of “nembah barzakh” gets in the way too. Since then, since the time of Mbah Bagyo. Times can now be dispensated. All of you divert the chatter from the topic of separation in this crazy bus terminal, a bit timid.

“Why?” Kyai Kholil asked.

“Ever Mbah Bagyo once said that, barzakh passersby. And so, Kyai also said so shortly before I made my bestial. Whatdoes thatmean? Crossing the realm of barzakh, the nature of waiting after death is it?”

Kyai Kholil smiled, Kyai Sanusi looks rather grimacing.

“Haji, your son-in-law is a danger, hehehe..” Kyai Kholil chuckles.

Kyai Sanusi laughed softly. Akas nyerdeleh only. Thankfully, it looks like it can be dispensated.