GOODBYE

54. body and spirit

“But, never mind, this part don't get too thought out. If you are given the right, you will be able to. If nothing is okay, this is not a subject matter. The right is in God. La ya'lamuma fi us - samawati wal ardhi - ul ghibii ilallah. In heaven and on earth, all who know the supernatural is Allah,”.

Akas.

“The 'adam asmaning Allah. Yes, this is what your grandfather said. That, behind all ‘adam turned out to be his asthma.”

“Eem, 'adam what is it, Kyai? Prophet Adam?”

Kyai Khalil smiled, “Other term for the maujud. All these maujuds are the 'adams, hehehe..”.

Akas glared for a moment, then grimaced. If so, the nature of 'adam asmaning Allah is clear to him. Unarguably. Want to argue what if the real all this looks felt chanting his asthma?

“But, there is still something missing like it," muttered Kyai Khalil.

"What, Kyai?"

“That's closer...."

I was silent, waiting for an explanation. Kyai Khalil, however, calmly sipped her milk. In addition to coffee, he likes milk. Understandably, it's already. Kan, he said the old should return “payi” hehehe....

However, only a mouthful turned out. The rest in the glass, thrust to Akas. “Minum,” he said while mesem.

Akas nyerdeh, “Make me, Kyai?”

“Iya, spend.”

Hohoho, Akas laughed cheerfully in his heart. Not about milk, at home is also available if milk. This, the giving of such a model, was an unprecedented feeling among the disciples of Kyai Khalil. That is, which is directly proffered by him. There, the “kuncen” scramble for what he did not spend. Including that heresy, there is no example of Kyai, hehehe....

Then, the disciple took a sip of his ration. I didn't realize that at every gulp she took, Kyai Khalil blinked her eyes. Like “send something” into the student through his drink. Counted five sips, means five times “shipping” as well. What is it, a'lam wallahu. To be sure, after finishing, Akas immediately felt his body refreshed. Everyone knows that milk is highly nutritious. But, fresh is not because of that. Because, as high as the nutrition of milk, nothing is able to refresh instantly.

“This is what milk, Kyai?" she asked, looking at her empty glass.

“Susu ordinary powder. Why?”

“Enak really feel to the body..”.

Kyai Khalil smiled, not commenting.

“Try, now you look at all this. Don't focus on one, spread your eyes. Release, free. Then, slowly move your racial position on them. Feel that they are looking at you too,” he said.

I thought in silence, then asked, “How do I move that flavor position, Kyai?”

“How, don't think about it. Just move it."

I'm silent again. That's the question, right?

“My son, not everything can be taught with words. This includes what cannot be said. Words move taste, they are just signals. Move the flavor, not like you move around sitting. This, you can only understand in reality and in reality. No words, no language. There is a lump of taste. Now work, don't think. If it turns out that your race is enough, then he will move as you want.”

Akas nodded. Understand not, that's.

“Where, ready?” ask Kyai Khalil.

“Siap.”

“So much easier, let's just say I'm not here now. The story, you're alone, hehehe.”.

I looked at the teacher for a moment, then smiled. Understand what he meant by “betting just” earlier.

“Nah, start...”.

And so, one moment, two seconds, three seconds. As per the teacher's direction, he looked at all the maudjud in this room. Not alternately viewed, but spread. All who were caught within a single moment of his gaze, entered. When his eyes shifted in the other direction as well. Everyone who was caught at that time, entered. Keep at. On his behalf, boisterous sounds roar tasbih these ‘adam.

Until a timing, tek, Akas asks it feels shifted there. And, ser, switch that feeling immediately. Without words, without language. Then, surprised he found “himself looking at himself”. With other phrases, “Akas see Akas"...

Plaque...! Kyai Khalil's hand clap made Akas aware who was in the middle of “monton Akas" it. In sitting down, the disciple was staggered by the shock of self-consciousness that re-entered him. “Astaghfirullah, innahu kana ghaffaar," he said, gasping for breath.

Kyai Khalil mesam-mesem. He gave time to his student, who had just “turn those streets”, to calm down.

A few moments later....

“Already, Kyai,” replied Akas. It still feels like a dream.

“Well, how did you feel earlier?”

I looked at his teacher, “I saw myself..."

Kyai Khalil nodded. “Innallaha mukhrijul bayya minal mayyitti wa mukhrijul mayyiti minal hayyi, Allah brings out the living from the dead and brings out the dead from the living. The one who saw you was the one who was alive. For the living are able to see, hear, and feel."

“What is life?"

“That makes the dead alive..”.

I'm thinking for a moment, “Ruh?”

Kyai Khalil nodded slowly.

“Oo? So, who came out earlier my spirit?”

The teacher nodded again with a smile, “But, the word out is not necessarily interpreted like a chicken village out of the cage continues to wander in the yard, huh? Human language is limited in its ability to translate spiritual meanings.”

Akas.

“Which actually, your spirit was not going anywhere, stay in his position. Merely, he displayed the height of his dignity over the dignity of the maud. Then it looks like it came out. If it comes out really, yes you have the history..”.

Akas chuckles. Entek Kyai said.

The teacher and student laughed for a moment.

“Come, back to the beginning again. It's almost past ten in the night. Jealousy later your wife,” Kyai Khalil said later.

Akas who had died down also chuckled again. There's just this Kyai Khalil. Wear show wife jealousy all. There is no ah, understanding....

“So, with His gift over your race, of course now you already understand that it is true in you that there are living parts and there are dead parts. There is a soul and there is a body. Yes, right?”

Akas nodded.

“Arevin' this?”

“Yakin, Kyai. Haqqul yaqin.”

“Kok can?”

“Kan already known the taste earlier,” Akas nyengir.

Kyai Khalil mesem, “Different not with before?”

“Oo, clear. Now it's real, the last one is just he said.”

“Hehehe...,” Kyai Khalil chuckles. “Famustaqarru wa mustauda'u, for you there are fixed parts and storage parts. The fixed part is the soul, the stored part is the body. The soul is stored in the body, as it is reported. If the original is not like that. Far from the earth. The natural balance is small, hehehe..”.

“Wuh? How is that, Kyai?” Akas enthusiast.

Kyai Khalil shook his head, “Kelak, if there is a right from Him, you will know.”

Akas sighed, then nodded.

“Nah, now.., with your race that haqqul yaqin was, with your spirit, with your faith.

Akas. Meanin?

“See...,” back Kyai Khalil says.

So Akas looked at his own body. Highlighted right hand section. Then, surprised he found the fact that his hands were clean as well. His skin, the color of his feathers, and all there, heard “ humming" his asthma. It's real buzzing.

And, it all turned out...!