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60. confused explain

So, at noon, about half a tenth, he went to Kyai Khalil's house again. Every two days, since he was sick, Akas always visited his teacher. This time, if possible, wish to all mutalah for what he experienced last night.

It turns out, Kyai Khalil is still sick. Seen many visitors there, detained outside because it was forbidden to all enter the room by Kang Iyung, for the sake of Kyai Khalil's health. Just represented. The visitors that most of the students were certainly aware of. Everyone knows that Kang Iyung is “kuncen” here. Since toddler he has been entrenched here because his mother is one of the cooks of Kyai Khalil family.

“Masuk...,” Iyung told Akas.

“I can, Kang?” ask Akas. You see, not a few disciples of elders who detained Kang Iyung. If the security of guard duty like this, Kang Iyung is like a PM. Firm, indiscriminate. Young fur old fur, evenly cut. Maybe you wanted to be a soldier, but not the path.

Iyung nodded, “Kyai ordered so early this morning.”

Acute the mangosteen, then rushed in. From his permission keburu disallowed by the “PM”. Maybe it was, his name was Kang Iyung too.

“Asalamu'alaikum," he said to the teacher.

"Waalaikum salam" said Kyai Khalil slowly.

After kissing the teacher's hand and tidying up his blanket Akas sat on the bedside chair of Kyai Khalil. Seen, Kyai Khalil smiled...

“Go to Kyai Zarkasih. Talk to him, what do you want to talk about. Say my regards to him" said the teacher.

“Good, Kyai,” replied Akas Takzim.

After greeting, Akas rushed out of the room. Directly looking for Kang Iyung to ask Kyai Zarkasih address.

“For what?" ask Iyung.

“I asked Kyai Khalil to see him."

Kang Iyung nodded. He took out a piece of paper, then drew a map of Kyai Zarkasih's address a fair distance away, in a border village of Magelang-Temanggung. There's no number, no phone, there's just traits. Fortunately Akas knew the face of Kyai Zarkasih, had met him here once. That's it once, but memorize it. His calm and dignified appearance made him easy to remember. He is very rarely seen here. Kang Iyung said, if muthalaah, Kyai Zarkasih always comes before midnight. Alone and not using calls first. Know-how nongol only. Fortunately Kang Iyung understood who he was, so he was disinclined as well.

Beres it immediately unplug. Coincidentally it was up Verpa, so do not have to go back home first. However, busyet.., another map of facts. Original, far “more beautiful" than Kang Iyung's picture. Dad also Kakang that one, the map does not use scale. The lines are short, know far away. The turn is far away, in fact only an inch. The bridge, which he mentioned as the benchmark, turned out to be only a bamboo bridge that must be crossed slowly. Vespanya guided, can not be climbed. Moaning slightly, plung.... Like crossing “titian sembut cleaved seven" only. Earlier Kang Iyung promotion of the bridge is steady flowery, be Akas imagine similar Red Bridge in Surabaya there. I know just the pring model. Where the bamboo is old, crispy....

But, it also managed to be crossed. Alhamdulillahot. Then this has entered the village of Kyai Zarkasih. The river is the border with the neighboring village. Next, just ask the people here. Adzan zhuhur sayup-sayup. I'm looking for the direction of arrival “the call of Allah”. Got a little manau on the edge of the rice field. So, he joined the congregation there. Masbuk, missed two rakaat because it took ablution first. As usual, there are not many participants. There were only five of them, including the priest.

After he finished his prayer, he stayed there alone. Akas and the faith that momentarily still tafakkur in place. Three other participants have returned scattered on the face of the earth. As God commanded after the duty. Then Akas was surprised to find out that the priest was Kyai Zarkasih himself. “Assalamu'alaikum,” quickly he greets.

“Wa aleikum salam,” sahut the Kyai.

Because his hand had been hunted by Akas, then he let this former makmum kiss him. You see, Kyai Zarkasih is not a fan of fast attraction styles. There are some people who if salaman like to make a shock, his hands are hurriedly pulled home so sticky a little. Sometimes even had time nyenggol already fetched. Like worried about the transmission of deadly bacteria. I don't know what flow it is. But, whatever....

“Abah Kyai Zarkasih Really?” tanya Akas, after shaking hands that are not fast pull style earlier. For affirmation only.

Sang Kyai smiled kindly, then gave a small nod.

Akas smiled back, “I Akas, his son-in-law Kyai Sanusi.”

“True, Bah,” Akas replied. It is fitting that Kyai Zarkasih is called Abah because his age seems as good as Kyai Sanusi.

Kyai Zarkasih smiled. “What's the need, Ngger?”" she asked.

“I asked Kyai Khalil to come here, meet with Abah. There are things I would like to muthalaah-kan with Abah.”

“Oo, This boy is his student Kyai Khalil?”

“Iya, Bah.”

Kyai Zarkasih. Then, take Akas to his house which turns out to be a semi-permanent house right next to this surau. Well, fucked up Kang Iyung's map. This Mushala and its rice fields are not depicted. Only the pring bridge was called. Thankfully met. There is already someone who is shrewd.

At Kyai Zarkasih's house, Akas and Kyai Khalil's senior students began discussing their knowledge. Convenient to talk to him who has reached this knowledge. As they discuss the Qalbi dhikr and its events, connect all. What Akas said, allowed haqqul yaqin by Kyai Zarkasih. When I arrived in Kull-Jasad....

“Wa yusabbihuur ra'du bi hamdih, right?” said she.

Akas smiled brightly, “Betul, Bah. That's right.,.”

What Kyai Zarkasih said was the word of God, listed in Surat ar-Ra'd verse 13, “And thunders also glorified in praise of Him..” Most True, Akas has haqqul yaqin over this holy verse. Because, in every thunder that rumbles at the end of this rainy season, he clearly hears the nature of his prayer beads. The tasbih of the thunder can only be intercepted by the hearing of the heart, it is not appropriate if just plug the ordinary eardrum. He delivered this on his behalf. For the sake of truth, there are no lies here.

This “guruh” discussion was interrupted for a moment by the appearance of Mrs Zarkasih carrying fried yams and coffee. I quickly got up, then kissed Kyai Zarkasih's wife's hand, after she put the dish on the table, It's too old of course, above sixty years. But, the remains of beauty were still imprinted on this kindly old face. In conclusion, Mrs Zarkasih must have been beautiful, because now it is still so in her class. And, faithful. May Asih be a story like her....

After that, the discussion continued. For a while, Kyai Zarkasih was still talking about this amazing ubiquitous prayer beads. Everything is a sea of prayer beads, boisterous against each other. Akas compensates because they both know the taste. Then, slowly Haji's daughter-in-law invited him to the next level. Slowly too, Kyai Zarkasih began to be much smitten. I see this style, but not yet conscious. Presumably the Kyai is just being fascinated because he knows “ada his friend” in understanding the Majesty of God. Fun if you have friends. Frankly, not many people understand what this feels like. Want to tell, not connect. False is even considered ngibul. It's still good if it's just that. If you say infidel, right sad? But, the warning has indeed been given, man lam yadzud lam yadri. Who does not feel, does not know.

“So, what exactly is this buzz, Bah?” ask Akas. His face looks enthusiastic, because he came here to discuss this level. Maqam Qalbu and Kull-Jasad have been described by Kyai Khalil.

“Guning..?” Kyai Zarkasih muttered.

“Yes, this unbroken hum. Real right, Bah?”

Nyerengeh. Suspect Kyai Zarkasih just did not understand what he meant “dungkan”. This is indeed the term Akas. Not yet had time to get “official explanation” from Kyai Khalil arau Kyai Zarkasih.

“What's buzz?" Kyai Zarkasih muttered softly.

Akas jerked. Buzz what? Isn't that so obvious? And so, he looked at “in disbelief" to Kyai that old. Kidding Abah....

“What's it like, son?” he asked again.

Akas's forehead is getting wrinkled. “Blown... This one, Bah. This is this real. Doesn't Abah feel it?” he asked back.

Kyai Zarkasih sighed, “Did it matter..., did it?"

“If say sounded, yes. But, there really was no sound. Eem, like that thundering prayer beads, Bah. But this one covers everything. The sea of prayer beads, rolled into one, even myself. There is no Abah, there is no meaning to everything, except Him. Single, as if buzzing without breaking up," Akas became confused to explain. If when discussing the thunder prayer beads earlier, comfortable. Both understand, have a taste. Without words, just by staring at each other or speaking symbolically, they are equally able to capture the message implied in it. This one, it seems stuck....