GOODBYE

46. limited word

At the limit of words, what was happening to Akas these past two days was indeed out of his control. In other words, he lost control of himself. His dizziness was incredible, as if his head was going to be stiff, but he couldn't stop his dhikr. Akas was unable to tell himself to just stop for a moment. The existence, just continue dzikir, continue to be ramped up. There is another force that takes control of him. In fact, to simply shift a little from his sitting position alone he was unable to. It was as if it was being impaled there and being scattered by the light dzikr.

He's been unconscious of time, it's day or night. Not hungry, not thirsty, not wanting to go back. By “vision in”, there are many forms of light there. Some are clumping, pulling, or slapping like a mat. Various colors, but predominantly purple and green. In fact, there was a form of purple light that seemed to radiate from his forehead forward, vacillating. From the front, it snatched behind the light that didn't know what color it was. Reciprocity, snatching each other in the middle of “alunan ruh” who is reciting....

Time keeps moving forward. Now it was midnight Asih looks restless, sitting up and down in the guest chair, waiting for her husband who did not come out. Last peeked still his condition, nodding and loud muters. His father accompanied there. They were with the children, but then one by one they went to sleep.

“Already, Sih. It's okay, take it easy. ..,” Kyai Sanusi said.

Asih did not answer, just nodded slowly.

“Come, rest there. Later even you who become sick.”

“Bapak just go first. I still want to be here.”

Kyai Sanusi shook his head slowly. Actually, Rada was restless as well, but Kyai Khalil already guaranteed it was okay. Cook doesn't believe it? Didn't the colleague, sister-in-law, and teacher never tell a lie?

In the past the Dutch era, so honest, to the extent that Mr. Resident Magelang was confused. And, more confused Juragan Londo because it does not know must be applied this inlander. Kyai Khalil said he only wanted to be locked up for a day on “his mistake”. And, really a day because the white champion's tomorrow has seen the streets again outside, without anyone knowing who got him out of the heavily guarded prison. Recaptured? Hehehe.., no strong, mentally all who will catch him. The rifle would jam if it was directed at him. Wallahu a’lam, but there are witnesses to this story, including Kyai Sanusi himself.

“Ya. If so, Mr first yes,” said the father.

Asih.

Kyai Sanusi nodded, took a deep breath, then passed. Stay now the wife alone rolled fret in the living room. However, by three o'clock in the morning, Asih is no longer strong enough to withstand drowsiness. After peeking once more, he went to sleep in the room of the youngest Wulan....

As events outside, in the inner dimension, Akas was amazed. Gradually, the lights withered, except for the ones grabbing the face. This one is getting real. Then, the shades of light were changed with shades of spots filling the entire room. All that looks, freckles are. Like the brintik image on the screen on the TV if it is not fit to capture the signal or get weather disturbances. But, these spots are much tighter and smoother. Ngareuyeuk, if the Sundanese term. Tumultuous....

Then, the hubbub grew more and more, steadily thickening. Now, the forms of objects in the room, which had been visible even though vaguely due to the rolling spots, now completely disappeared. Like a crowd of bees that enclose something. No more looks, just “lebah”. Dizziness of the head, wuuh.., can not be said anymore. Tears poured profusely, batok head as if throbbing fireworks. I think Akas will be dead by then. Death seemed to stand before him. So, in his pure submission, he said in his heart, “Allah, if it is my time, take it. Take me, while remembering You..”.

Then, Jlab! All those spots disappeared instantly. It instantly changed with the same light that was grabbing his face. That's all there is, there's no other form. This Light and only this Light, is as wide as no edges. The walls of rooms, cabinets, beds, prayer mats, and others, are not visible. Akas even saw himself as gone, fused with the Light.

For a moment, just a moment, then... Byars.... This matchless light also disappeared along with “bobolnya” batok head of the jaka. “Allah” Akas jerk consciously. Quickly he fumbled the crown, but it was okay. Still intact his head. Only, from there, he felt there was a lump of heat that choked out, then changed into the flow of cool air through the same “lubang”. Like the waters of the mountains that squeak fill the crock.

Along with that, Akas felt his body limp, but comfortable. Like flying in the clouds. “Allah..,” he again sighed shahdu, permeating the cold that penetrated into the soul, Dzikr Light continued to chant with his soul. Until then he realized that the dizziness that had settled for more than two years was gone. Lightly now his head.

Akas rubbed his face, let out a long sigh, then repressed what he had just experienced. The lights, the spots, the heat that goes away, and the cool that replaces. “God, everything Thou..,” his inner sigh.

A moment passed, he was again amazed to realize there was another pulsation in him now. Not dizzy, that one has passed, lightly felt his head now. This new one's another, another pulse. Gentle pus syahdu. Unlike dizziness, which when the beginning comes directly attack. Was this? Akas also shrinks himself with taste. Finding the source of the pulsation. It can, it turns out, come from the lower left chest. Physically, there lies the heart....

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar....”sayup-sayup heard the sound of adhan.

I saw the wall clock in the room. “Eh, what is the adzan half five?” he murmured in the heart. He thought it was Adzan ashar. Because, “tadi” the entry of zhuhur. I got up, pulled over the window curtain, and was shocked. “Dark? Fajr! Well, yeah, yeah. Means long time also I'm here, kebablasan..” he grimaces himself. The feeling, for a minute, all this. At most an hour two hours.

Then, he rushed out of the room. So nongol directly to his wife who also just arrived at the door of this room. I immediately grimaced again, Asih manyun inviting model. The husband chuckled, too, darling.

“Sorry, kebablasan here, hehehe.... It's dawn, huh?” he said, without sin.

“It's dawn, it's dawn..,” Asih gnawed, and it looks like it will continue. Good thing “Prince Diponegoro” quickly arrived on location. Already in full uniform, want subuhan to the mosque....

“Ee, have you woken up?” he asked his daughter-in-law.

“Already, hehehe...,” Akas again chuckled.

Kyai Sanusi mangosteen while somewhat glaring. Glared darling. “Come to the mosque,” take him.

“Iya, Sir. In a moment,” Akas rushed to his room, changed clothes. Then, pursue the steps of the in-laws who were already a bit ahead there.

Asih bobbing head. Earlier, before escaping, the eagle had sent a blink that did not know what it meant. Then, the youngest daughter smiled to herself. Thankfully, her husband is okay. Normal is also bada-rada nyebelinya.

Along the way to the mosque, Kyai Sanusi glanced at his son-in-law whose smiles continued. Of course Akas felt that he was getting more attention than the kiai.

“What's the matter, Sir?” he asked, while he was down.

“Let's go home from the mosque..”.

“Oo, hehehe..” Akas laughs softly. Understand him, most also want to be asked what is in the room. That's easy. Not this barren Arab test....