GOODBYE

59. trifling

The conversation was still going on for a while, then Akas again pleaded.

“Hurry too? Still this afternoon,” Munhar held back, after, looking at his watch. Eleven o'clock at night past twelve minutes.

“Pity of my wife, hehehe..” Akas ngeles.

Some of them laugh.

“But, Haji Dodot business, what's the conclusion, nih?" ask Aman.

“Iya, how, tuh?" Echan.

“Not knowing me. In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Take care of your own business with God. Wong turned it around later also alone, just like coming. Walaqad ji’tumuunaa furaadaa kamaa khalaqnaakum awwala marratin wa taraktum maa khawwalnaakum waraa-a dzuhuurikum. That's the verse, al-An'aam nine four. So, it's good that we don't mostly mess with people. Binoculars just yourself. Who knows there are still many self-imposed ulcers that have not been discovered.”

Most of the comrades gawked, including Echan. Safe grimacing, Amir mangosteen. Meanwhile, Haji "abidin” back choked. Actually, many know the verse Akas now. But, they do not know that this Javanese friend is not just memorizing the postulate, because they understand all the meaning. Don't mess with criminals. If it has been converted, the criminal has increased sharply in his ability. When not converted alone great, especially after repentance.

“Oo Yes, Ustadz. About the dhikr earlier, in accordance with its meaning, then dzikr means his memory. Not just a repetition of several hundred or several thousand. Repetition can be seen as a means, but not an end. The goal is clearly to remember Him. Remember, that. I see, huh?” said Akas, just before he went home. Amir nodded.

I don't understand, I don't know....

***

About a week after the meeting at the house Munhar Akas again got a spiritual experience “seru”. At that time, the night was not too late, he was sitting alone on the front porch. Initially accompanied by Asih, but then his beloved wife resigned. Bobo first he said. Tired maybe because this afternoon he joined the committee of thanksgiving at the house of a neighbor whose son graduated midwifery diploma. There's his title, A.Md, master of the arts. Not ABRI into the village....

When Akas was dissolving with the dhikr of Light, which means that together with the dhikr Qalbi and Kull-Jasad, suddenly the infinite tasbih that echoes of all the maujud vanished. Disappeared...? Yeah, instantly changing into just one. “It sounds the same, but single.

In the hearing of the heart Akas appeared a kind of unbroken long drone. If taken the nature of the taste, then this drone reads, “Allaaahhh..”. And, not only that, in the vision of the heart. All that means now single, God. No soil, no trees, no rattling crickets, no moon, no wind, no cold, nothing all. There is only Him, covering everything. Qul huwallahu ahad, say the only God.

Of course Akas flinched because of this. To the extent that the handle of the teak chair he was sitting on was dislodged due to being jolted violently by the push of his hand. Both are off, left and right. Not only that, the chair was also trembling because the one who sat on it shook. Fortunately for her alone tonight, no one else saw the local quake. And, the profit did not last long as Akas could immediately control himself.

After chanting a special prayer, the vibration died down, but the hum remained. What Akas hears, sees, and feels, remains singular. Not that the tree disappeared, the crackling of the crickets was silent, even the others were invisible or inaudible. It's not. Literally, outwardly, they remain. Meaning of its existence “tiada”. There is, Allah, the Most Sole.

That is what is still being said in words. In fact, it cannot be described as whole. Human language cannot describe it. This, beyond the limits of the universe. For a moment, the universe, was nothing more than a grain of dust in the vision of taste that was permitted by Him to Akas. Allahu Akbar, Allah is the Greatest. The other, trivially underestimated. The small ones. Allah exposes the eyes of this heart in such a way, according to His word, Maa kadzabal fu-aadu maa ra-aa. His heart did not deny what he had seen (QS. an-Najm: 11).

But where is the infinite now? So, Jlep...., immediately after Akas asked this in his heart, it felt like he was brought down from “a height”. Down one level. And, here, back in that infinite prayer beads. Low as usual. “Allah, Allah, Allah...,” everywhere. And so, Akas smiled. “Allahu Akbar,” his sigh shahdu. Where is tasbih qalbu? Jlep..., down again. There, his qalbunya pulsed real, chanting his asthma. Tears were shed without being asked. Then he begged to go back. Sret. .., instantly everything returned Manunggal. So the tears that continue to shed are welcome to glorify Him.

Fused with the Light, time no longer exists. That is, not felt. It really doesn't feel. At that time, no one looked nor was he seen. Pun, look at nothing. Who looks at who? There is only Him, Light and Light. So, when the in-laws say hello at dawn, it feels like Akas “ has dropped free” from an "incalculable height” to the point of his human dignity. Joseph.., slep! Shocked for a moment, then smiled. You see, it turns out that in this dignity, the single hum does not disappear, even though others have returned to normal. “Senormal” that most people might think, which in all this seems to be no site of His.

“What's the first, you?” ask Kyai Sanusi. As usual, he was in full uniform. “After all night?"

“Iya, sir,” replied the son-in-law, while grinning a little.

“Ngapain?”

“Abplishing His Majesty...”.

Kyai Sanusi looked at his daughter-in-law, then nodded slowly. “You want a subuhan in the mosque?” he continued to ask.

Akas nodded.

“Come, Father wait.”

The daughter-in-law immediately prepared herself. A little later, they had walked together towards the Great Mosque, as the Adhan flowed...

When they returned to the dawn house, Akas asked, “Pak, do you know what God's Majesty feels like?”

“Taste...”.

Kyai Sanusi gasped, he looked closely at the daughter-in-law next to him.

“Why? You know what it feels like?” she asked.

“In fact I want to ask you,” Akas pass the ball again.

Kyai Sanusi was silent for a long time. “Kan, you know that feeling can't be said? This difficult..”.

Mangosteen-grip. Mean.... But, wa ilallaahi turja'ul umuur, to Allah is returned all affairs (QS. Imran Ali: 109). So, the son-in-law turned the chat to another topic. Bla blah blah.., finally connect to Kyai Khalil's past story....

“What is Kyai Khalil's real life, sir?”

“Nobody knows. Kyai herself did not want to tell. It is clear as much as he is. When we first met, the days of the sinyo and noni Dutch still roam here, about Kyai Khalil there are forty years. Father himself at that time about sixteen seventeen years.”

“Lha, Father now how old is he?"

Kyai Sanusi mentions his age which has been approaching eighty years. Seventy-eight years. He was forced because he did not know the exact date and year of his birth. He said, people of old times males nyatet beginning. If make it diligent, even though times are difficult, but not diligent in recording it. You see, children are needed urgently for the successor to the struggle of the nation. Administrative matters are easy. Later it will be filled if it has been independent....

Akas mesem, at a glance remembered Mbah Bagyo and Mbah Surti. I think he both used to make diligent. Also called a fighter. But, it turns out that only one. It is fully God's right. Making it up is just the story. The decision is in His hands.

"So, Kyai Khalil is now over a hundred years old dong, sir?”

“Iya. I'm sure of it.”

“But, kok..., I guess..”.

Kyai Sanusi change mesem, “Why? Awhile young?"

Akas nodded while grinning. This is what he wanted to ask. Not good with in-laws. You see now, it seems Kyai Khalil and Kyai Sanusi sepantaran.

“That's. Save his life, slowly pucker him. It's the same with us. Look Kang Iyung, so extravagant, right?”

I nodded, still grinning.

“And yet, sixty is not him. When Kyai Khalil first arrived here, Iyung was still rocked by the jackfruit tree that was hung behind Kyai Khalil's house by her mother. Still likes bedwetting. If it is crying, it is not about. Now, it looks young Mr Yes, doesn't it?"

“Hehehe...,” Akas chuckles.

“Yes, no?” Kyai Sanusi shoot again, kagok.

“Iya, Sir,” replied his son-in-law. It is indeed.

“Well, that is,” Kyai Sanusi nodded. It seems that the blooming rada also he flattered his favorite son-in-law.

“It seems, Kyai Khalil's recent illness has been very sick huh, sir?"

Kyai Sanusi nodded, “It looks so. Kyai has rarely been sick, at least just catching a cold or a mild flu. Never been weird. Lately it has been a bit long. But, the doctor said also just a common fever.”

Even the mangosteen.