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Silent ambush. Kyai Zarkasih looked at Akas with his eyes that had turned gray. As if tucked between his petal wrinkles. Then, that pair of sepuh eyes chirped slowly. Tears clearly gathered there. “My son, how long have you been guided by Kyai Khalil?" he asked slowly. Hardly heard his sigh.

I answered that question as it is.

Kyai Zarkasih stunned, “Subhanallah, how fast. Qad aflaha man zakkaahaa (It is fortunate that the one who sanctifies your jrwa." (QS. assy-Chicken :9). Lucky for you, my son. God has bestowed His bounty on you so soon. Abah, more than thirty-five years of fighting, has not been given the right of the Messiah as is clearly proclaimed to you. For Abah, maa 'indakum yanfadu wa maa 'indallaahi baaqqi,’(What is by your side will vanish, and what is by God's side is eternal. QS. an-Nahi: 9) is still a proposition. For you has become a science.”

Akas also shahdu....

Then, without hesitation Kyai Zarkasih hugged his junior with tears. I hugged back. Same, tears too. To the extent that Mrs Zarkasih was confused while peering at the behavior of her husband and young guests. Thing is, for decades my dear husband has never cried like that. Just keep smiling, keep smiling.

At “messraan”, Kyai Zarkasih whispered to Akas, "My son, you can already guide the people. Abah tasting world.”

Frankly Akas choked. How not? Kyai Zarkasih whispered earlier....

Thus, until then the ashar adhan reverberated from the surau next door. Kyai Zarkasih and Akas also went there. Without hesitation, he asked Haji's daughter-in-law to be ready to imitate. The other three participants who were also, the same as the time zhuhur earlier, had been astonished to see Abah asking a stranger to lead. But, they did not mind because even Abah did not mind. Must contain something this stranger. That's the sound in their minds.

Not long after, Akas implored himself. Again Kyai Zarkasih repeated his “Uuh" message earlier. All of them then allow the direction of Akas home who want to follow the route of the return. “Don't go through there, the bridge is already fragile. This way alone, easier and closer,” he said, connected to give directions that are considered necessary.

Dan, right. It's much easier through here. I've met the highway in a moment. Should've been through here earlier, why go through there? I grimaced, realizing that he was being bullied by Kang Iyung. And, grin again at the meeting of the fork the place had veered apart the rice fields, until it had to cross “titian sembut seven" to get to Kyai Zarkasih's place. The distance from there to the meeting point of the highway was not far.

A moment passed, the rain fell. From then on it looks cloudy. Not rushing, moderate drizzling. This kind of rain is usually flat and long. Shocked, translucent rain. Realize that the raincoat is missing. Didn't expect to get to Kyai Zarkasih.

Upon entering the boundary of Magelang city, Guurrr...! Guruh rumbles shahdu. I smiled at the creepy. Wa yusabbihuur ra’du bi hamdih, real felt by him. “Allah, Ost Jalal Thou..,” his sigh, while wiping his washed face the sprinkling Angel Mikail. Indeed periodically it must be rubbed so, like a car windshield wipers. His name is also riding Vespa raining, had wanted to stop at Kyai Khalil's house, but because it was too drenched, tomorrow only. Poor Kyai Khalil if disturbed by his rest....

However, it doesn't take until tomorrow turns out. Tonight too, towards midnight, Akas felt called to mind by his teacher. Because this is the first incident, it is necessary to greet three times “SMS" it reverberated. It is not unbelief, but Kyai Khalil has indeed told him how to check the khatir. Who knows, just heart. However, after checking, the original turned out. This is really the inner calling of the teacher. Then Akas immediately prepared himself...

“Where else are you going, Mas?" ask Asih.

“Called Kyai Khalil..."

“Night-night gini?"

“He-eh. Wh why? Want to come?”

Asih looked at her husband, “Truly, nih?” Akas nodded.

“Oo, yes already. It's okay to go to Kyai Khalil..”

“Hehehe...,” Akas chuckles. For a moment remember that beautiful and loyal Lady Zarkasih. About his style like this is also not if Kyai Zarkasih want to travel the nights to Magelang? It feels like, like....

Just walk to Kyai Khalil's house. The cold weather now, the drizzling rain had already subsided the watchful hour. In front of Kyai Khalil's house, Kang Iyung was busy starting a motorcycle. Ngadat apparently, beheaded with spark plug fire into his gasoline. Understandably, minimal maintenance. The owner is lazy.

“Ngapain, Kang?” greet Akas.

Kang Iyung turned his head, somewhat shocked. “Your longevity. Want to be picked up there, even come yourself here..”.

Akas nyerdeh, “Akang want to go to my place?”

Akas also chuckled, “Kyai is healed?”

“Lumayan. I was able to chat with guests for a while.”

“Aalhamdulillah's. I'm in, yes?”

“Monggo, already awaited in ordinary room. Eee, just a minute, just met the bridge, didn't you?”

“Many...”.

“Where, tuh?” Nyerengeh.

“Wait for my revenge,” says Akas, while stepping in.

The piggy bank laughed happily....

Inside the room, Akas was amazed to see the appearance of Kyai Khalil in white robes. All this time, he had seen Kyai Khalil look like that. At best, as simple as “Haji” Packs that are white or specked only. Sitting cross-legged in his place, the teacher looked dignified once. It does not appear that he is ill. Somewhat over there, the boor has been roasting in his furnace.

“Sit...,” he said, after they said hello.

Akas sat cross-legged in front of his true teacher.

A moment of silence, no conversation. Kyai Khalil just looked at his Japanese student. Very happy it looks. Until then, “What is Kyai Zarkasih's message?” she asked.

“That sends greetings to Kyai, hopefully soon to heal,” Akas replied.

“Thank you, hehehe.... The others?”

Theothers? What, huh? Akas. Then, he looked at his teacher a moment later. That it?

“There are others, right?” ask Kyai Khalil.

Akas also recounted all the events at Kyai Zarkasih's house, including the message given to him.

Kyai Khalil sighed, then nodded. Silent for a moment, until he asked, “You have checked the meaning of the verse Light?”

Akas was a bit surprised. Pantasan, feelings from yesterday there were “malking-call” ask to be seen, but what? Turns out the verse Light, an-Nuur 35....

“Already checked?”

“But, Kyai.”

“Well, if so now,” he reached for the thick book next to him, then opened the marked page. “Read...”.

I accepted the book. Not the Qur'an, a book of exegesis by a famous scholar, but has died. There, he interprets the verse of Light in a long description that seems to be discussed specifically because the page is different itself. The edge of the paper is given a pattern of carving-like decoration. The ink was green, not black as usual.