GOODBYE

53. 'Adam

Two months passed, it seemed that the matter of Alin had completely vanished from Magelang earth. There were no attempts from her ex-husband's family to bring up the matter. They're already subdued. The news from Alin's former lawyer was so. “No way,” said.

From Palembang also received good news. AMing begins to heal, not back and forth anfaal again. Alin has also come up with a business idea. Still around flour, sugar, and butter. He wants to make a cake shop and wet cakes. More suitable might be for her who is female, than to lead a bakery scale yesterday. Not that easy, the employees are 95% bars. Must be able to play the king like his mother first. Tega's on the right track, so. If not, it can be taken out by them. Kind of “virgin in the den of rogues”....

This afternoon, after the factory dispersed, Akas sat alone in his backyard. Near the big breadfruit tree that Kyai Sanusi said has been there since the end of the Japanese era. In front of him was a can of biscuits containing a little kerosene. Meanwhile, his right hand tapped the rat sound cassette onto the rattan chair's handle. It seemed, for a moment he was pondering.

Then, Blup.... The fire rose to a can, after a match was thrown there. Akas sighed, “Bismillah..,” he said slowly. The recording of the rat's voice was thrown into a fire can. The color of the blaze turns blue due to the entry of other fuels. Akas looked at him, as he had seen the last half year he had played. The part of the maujud continues to be viewed with shahdu, along with the strains of the dhikr of Light and Qolbi.

Tek... Byars...! Akas also jerked “see” fire tersasbih. That little flame was chanting his asthma. Not only the contortion, it was a bluish-yellow color as well. Then, cans! The cans that start to explode and peel are like that. And, it all turned out! All the parts in one stroke of the burning thing called his asthma. “Allah Allah...,” is real once heard. It was very obvious to Akas. These are all, in the very essence of the sense of the course, not literal sounds or outward circumstances. This prayer is behind what is said. The Form “behind” maujud. That's key.

“Allah,” Akas sighed, then closed his eyes. Dhikr continues to bounce in the depths of its taste. Syahdu nian, it feels like all there is dhikr with him. Slowly, he opened his eyes. And, thankfully, again chanting into His presence, when he found the can, whose fire had begun to shrink, was still burning. The tone alone changed, according to the external circumstances of the fire. The cans, because the situation is so, yes it remains so the pressure of the tone. Akas smiled. The fire that shrank, continued to be looked at until it ran out. Once exhausted, replace the smoke that is now berasbih. Allahu Akbar, that is the truth.

After the smoke ran out, smiling and meaningless, Akas turned his gaze to a stone that Asih had made as a decoration for the small garden there. And he gasped when he found that the stone was also covered. Then.., the flowers, the grass, the trees, the pebbles, the soil, the pool water, the cock-in-laws are the same. How'this? Then, the more astounding because it turns out the movement of leaves, the ripples of pond water, the whistling of swimming fish, the crow pelung, the whirring of the wind, the roar of exhaust, and the boisterous laughter of the children over there, also glistened to Him. In fact, just the smell of burnt scars was like that. Allah Akbar! You're everything!

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar,” sayup-sayup infiltrated adzan maghrib from the Great Mosque.

Akas sighed, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, then rushed to the mosque. From the beginning, he was prepared for it. The clothes are worn, all hajj. Just wudhu.

In the mosque, the atmosphere similar to the time in the backyard of the house, again repeated real. More thick taste. All that he looked at here, all that he heard here, and all the nuances emblazoned here, were adorned to Him. Do not say the holy verses sung by the priest, even the sound of a sneeze beside him berasbih. “Allah!” is so....

After the prayer, Akas sought Kyai Khalil among the elders. However, there is no. Then, he came to Kang Iyung who was leyeh-leyeh ngadem near the fan. “Assalamu'alaikum,” sweep.

“Wa'alaikum greetings,” says Iyung.

“Kyai Khalil is not here, Kang?” ask Akas.

“Ngak. He said he wanted to wait for guests, so worshipers in the mosque there.”

Mangosteen-grip.

“Why? Want to get there?”

“Iya”

“If it's a sneak, then the hunt comes his guests. I think this important guest. You see, tumben Kyai said to wait for everything."

“Who the hell, Kang?”

Iyung shakes not knowing. “Already, there's a spit..” he said.

Akas nodded. After greeting him, he rushed there. On foot, kagok go home take Vespa. All of you enjoy this sound and everything. Many street prayer beads are heard....

Arriving at Kyai Khalil's house, has entered Isya. The Adhan flowed from the small mosque over there. After saying hello, Kyai Khalil who looks like he is waiting for the guest to invite his students to pray Isya. Both of them fulfilled their obligations at home. After that, he immediately asked Akas to reveal what he experienced today. Like, you know first....

The student also told his story. The full edition, ranging from looking for cans of biscuits to the smell of burnt remains that means the taste of his asthma. Kyai Khalil smiles at this magical story. Then, he took his pack of cigarettes, “Try, tell me what you feel here,”.

I smiled back while receiving a pack of cigarettes that were used as practicum material. At a glance, “Allah,” he said without hesitation. Yes, cigarette packs mean that feeling to him.

“Hehehe. ..,” Kyai Khalil laughs softly. “See continue to sync,..”.

I also carried out the orders of the teacher. Heart and dhikr harmonize shahdu. Look and continue to be viewed.., until then he found a reality similar to the burning can earlier this afternoon. That, every thing that was plastered on the cigarette pack was berasbih. The box, rather dented in the corner, the colors, the writing, even at each curve of the letter. All calling for his asthma. Simultaneously glorify to Him. Rumbles sounded, as if the buzz of a group of bees was draping a honeycomb.

“Where?” ask Kyai Khalil.

Kyai Khalil smiled, “How much?”

“Everything. I mean, there's no limit...”.

“Alhamdulillah,” Kyai Khalil said, nodding. “What do you feel this is very difficult to reason publicly. Especially for those who have not met solemnly in their hearts, except just a self-assertion. Save it for you and for those who need it. For, this is not his section laymen, only for those who are determined. Without a resolution, you will not understand. God everything. La tadri kuhul absharu, no eye sight. Wa huwa yudrikul abshara, but He saw everything. Wa huwal lathiful khabir, and He is All-Smooth, All-Knowing.”.

Mangosteen-grip. I think he read this verse.

Kyai Khalil mesem, “You know that verse?”

“Reciphered, Kyai. If not mistaken in al-An'aam letter, yes?”

The teacher nodded. “Verse hundred three. Try, what does 'not achieved by eye sight' mean?" he continued ngetes.

Gnarly grimacing, “Do not wear a pair of ball eyes. Will not be translucent, let glare pol-polan both.”

“Oh, yes? So how?”

“Wear eye of the heart.”

“What is it?”

“Iman.”

"What how?"

"The truth. As it were, the faiths were destroyed."

Kyai Khalil laughed softly. Akas followed.

“There is a Japanese language..,” Kyai Khalil back said, after a moment's laughter. “As your grandfather said just now..”.

I'm surprised, “Mbah Bagyo?"

Ama Khalil nodded, mediocre.

"Kok just now, Kyai?" I looked at the teacher, asking for an explanation.

“Iya, why?”

“Mbah Bagyo is dead?"

“Oo, hehehe.... Yes, I forgot."

Acute frown. What else does this “hehehe” mean?

“Means Kyai, Mbah Bagyo just arrived?” he also asked.

Kyai Khalil looked at his disciple, then nodded slowly.