GOODBYE

47. mystery pulsation

After returning from the mosque, Kyai Sanusi was busy glancing at his son-in-law again. More intensive now than it was before. On a whim, Akas asked what was going on.

“Later at home,” replied the kiai. “Open everything. Let's be satisfied,” he continued.

Hearing that, Akas laughed off.

“Why?” the in-laws stared from the side.

“Ngak, Sir. It is not good if not satisfied hehehe..”.

Kyai Sanusi was silent for a moment. Then, “Ah, you are this. He was asked to say where, digress where,” spray.

“Hahaha..,” Akas laughs again.

Then, slowly, the beloved in-laws also laughed. Like, it has connected this. same version even though different years of output, so both do not bounce to anywhere else....

Furthermore, in the living room, Akas was stunned by the news that he was almost three full days in the room. If calculated, less than half a day of pol-polan 3x 24 hours, since the beginning of the zhuhur will enter.

“Casak, anyway?” murmured, while shaking.

Asih and his father who was sitting there were also shocked. Apparently, the perpetrator was not aware of the time. He thought it was just Zhuhur meeting at dawn.

A moment of silence after that.

“What happened in there?” Kyai Sanusi breaks the silence.

Akas raised his face, looked at his father-in-law, and would answer. However, it seems that it cannot. Akas was unable to compose words to explain the sense he was experiencing. Wanted, no vocabulary available.

“Where? What happened?” Kyai Sanusi asked again.

Akas continued to look at his in-laws with a puzzled look.

“Why you?” Kyai Sanusi frowned.

Also asih....

“I don't know how to say it, sir. It's really hard to describe that. I think it is impossible,” Akas murmured.

The wrinkle on Kyai Sanusi's forehead was docked. What does his daughter-in-law mean?

“Casak don't want paineritain, Mas?” Asih advanced demanding.

“Not want, can't. Actually, it can not be related to this like,” said the husband while shaking slowly.

Kyai Sanusi sighed, then nodded. Recalling Kyai Khalil's words yesterday, when he went there reported his daughter-in-law who was “stuck” in the room. “You can't tell me what it's like?” she asked.

Akas who was looking down for a moment, immediately raised his face. “Iya, Sir. Thats. I can't say what it's like. At the very least, it's very, very extraordinary. Already, just like that.”

Kyai Sanusi sighed again, then nodded his head, “If that is so, what can you still say, try to tell me. I want to hear.”

I stuck around for a little while, and then started talking...

“I see lights, various lights. Like..., like what, huh? Anyway, those are the lights. Then, come tight and smooth spots like millions of bees. Everything that looks like spots. The lights are gone, there's only one that snags. That's it, Jlab...! Disappear the spots, stay the Light of the one earlier, but not snagging anymore. It is like a stretch of no end. All that expanse of Light. Continues, the head feels like a midget..,” gets here Akas is unable to speak anymore. Someone had locked his tongue. So shut up he....

Because of the amazement of hearing the jebol-jebolan earlier, unconsciously Asih jump closer to her husband. Then, swiftly inspect the part that was reported by the midget with a real anxious expression. Akas who did not expect to be able to get friendly treatment in front of the in-laws, immediately laughed. Kyai Sanusi Also. The princess who momentarily floated like that also realized. Quickly return to the original sitting position with a blushing face.

“Kirain is really jebol..,” he said shy meow.

“Hahaha...,” father and husband continue to widen.

Wait a minute, not to go away. “Already ah..” Asih Ngeloyor left while smacking a smile. Damn, a pair of favorite men in the year of the issue even more...

***

Somewhat unfortunately, around nine o'clock, after finishing the factory business, Akas was about to muthalaah to his teacher. Kyai Sanusi who since morning nginceng kept it close. “Where to?” she asked.

“Ke Kyai Khalil,” replied the son-in-law.

“Bapak follow...”.

Akas stared at his in-laws, “Cuma to Kyai Khalil kok, Pak”

“Iya, Mr. follow. Come,” he said, maksa.

“Kata Kyai, from this many, hopefully there is one who so...,” Iyung told me about Kyai Khalil's speech yesterday afternoon.

“So what, Yung?” ask Kyai Sanusi.

“Not clear, Yai. Just like that Kyai Khalil.”

Kyai Sanusi. Akas too, but frankly less listening because it is busy memorizing the incident last night. All at once felt his light head, and permeated the subtle pulsations in the lower left chest. This chest pulsation, the more evident it is in its tenderness and martyrdom.

Their conversation continued, aloud, until then the guests implored themselves. Make their turn. After greeting, Kyai Khalil smiled broadly to welcome the arrival of the Javanese student who was delivered by his father-in-law. And, keep smiling hearing the story of those lights and spots....

“That's how it is, Yai, who I can still say,” said Akas, closing the first session.

“Hehehe..., it feels?” ask Kyai Khalil.

“That's, Yai. At the time of Mr. Nanyain, I could not speak. Just outside, try to assemble again, still can not.”

Kyai Khalil laughs again, “But, there, right?”

“Oo, yes. It feels so good, it just can't be said. Not that I don't want to, I can't. How about it?”

Kyai Khalil smiled.

“That is what man lam yadzud lam yadri, Haji, who did not feel not knowing,” he said rather muttered. “While just sweet, bitter, salty, wry, hot, cold, and the like can not be described with words, let alone this one. It's only fair that Akas is jammed. Others, who have that taste, are just as stuck. What can still be said, is just a signal or effort. As if, the original is not so.”

Kyai Sanusi nodded in understanding.

“Well, Akas, the taste that is in you, is entirely your part. You taste, you know. Likewhat? Just like it is in your race. That is the truth for you. That is the truth,” Kyai Khalil continued to wander.

Akas sighed while mangosteen. It was a bit confusing, but he understood the point. “Taste in me, same as the taste in Kyai?” follow-up.

“Which part, nih?” Kyai Khalil asked back, a bit messy.

“Eem, the freckles..”.

Kyai Khalil did not reply, only looking at the student while continuing to spread a smile. For a moment, Akas seemed somewhat choked, then fell. Next, they chuckle together. It seems, it feels the same.

What can be done, Kyai Sanusi bobbing head looking at this scene. He understood that his teacher and son-in-law were “talking the taste of freckles”, which is somehow. “True meeting. True not reached by the meeting,” the teacher once said it to him first. Similar to now. Metharmor. Taste, not being overtaken by the strands of words. That's their talking point. And, it could not be long because another group of guests came far away. Kyai Khalil who is silent when in the mosque, it turns out abundant guests. Various people, various needs. From just friends to those who ask for spiritual guidance. From the coming flowering smile, to the roaring potbellied kesatuh or his countrymen. However, this hubbub was only in his house, not brought outside. That's why Akas took eleven years to find it.

After returning from there, until the time of Maghrib, Akas felt that something was up. Whatan, anyway? Something was planned, but what? Remember, bakda maghrib. Apparently, that heartbeat. I forgot to tell the teacher. In fact, for the rest of the day after coming home from Kyai Khalil, this pulse is infused by Akas. It's kind of weird, but that's it. So, after the Maghrib prayer service, he immediately shot again there. Alone now, not with the in-laws.

Kyai Khalil had just returned from the mosque when Akas arrived, worshipping at the mosque near his home. “Why? There's forgetfulness, huh?” he smiled, answering his greetings.

“Iya, Yai,” Akas replied, mesem too.

Kyai Khalil continued to smile. “Come in,” take her.

They entered the room that Kyai Khalil used to receive his students. Not the room that was last day. That afternoon was the space to receive general guests. There, Akas told about the throbbing of the day. The teacher listened carefully....

“In addition to the pulsation, what else do you feel?” she asked.

I was silent for a moment. “Eem, just that soft throb, Kyai. I guess there is nothing else.”

Kyai Khalil smiles, “There, ah...”

“What, Yai?”

“No idea, hehehe..”.

Akas glared for a moment, then chuckled along. Understand that his teacher was fishing curious. To be pursued by his secret, that is.

“Good, good. What happened to you, as it should be. Now, look for the one in that pulsation. It's there and that's it,” Kyai Khalil flirts again.

“Seek a hint dong, Yai..,” Acquiring back to seduce.

“Need? Be able. Hint, do not hope and do not hope.”

“Well, how is it? Feeling, less clear tuh.”

“Cash? This clear feeling. Fitting, no more no less. And, second to none, hehehe..”.

Akas was scratching his head....