GOODBYE

65. Sunan Kalijaga student

That's first. All wills are His will, so He is also willing to accept the fact that “Admiral Cheng Ho” from Batu Raden is al-Haqullah murshid. Akas “submitted” task of guiding people in the state of reality. A state to be able to know yourself, to know God. As the hadith of the Prophet, man arafa nafsahu faqad arafa Rabbahu, who knows himself, will know his Lord.

A while later, came Dores. His name is even though he is a local. Maybe his father was a fan of the musician Dedi Dores. He's Dayat's friend, the same case, wants to calm down. In the past, they claimed to often discuss how to be able to calm this. Wear stray also to the world of magic as well as the teacher. In fact, if you seek peace of self outside yourself, you will not meet until anytime. Wrong route. Is not the description of the hadith of the Prophet above clear?

Then came another quiet young man. Quiet, but rebellious. Not wearing talk, straight away. How can I say if it's running. If you are drunk, reportedly he often babbles, “Where is God? Where is God?" are so. His name is Bail, son of an old friend of Akas who works at the Tax Office. Honestly, his father, even though he worked in a place that he said was wet. He's the one who sent Bail to Akas. For, if his father advises, the son is firm against. If speaking of Cash, then obey. In fact, at that time it was not yet committed. After having a baiat, yes more obedient. Fucking obedient.

Next appeared “pendekar” Soleh. This one is frankly pretty bad. She's her sister Dores, the birth, but different performance with her brother who tends to calm. Maybe because the brother “bloody musician”. Their faces were similar, market-cloak models. But, Dores neat, if Soleh is fierce. His eyes pushed sharp, talented too. If you talk about playing ceprot only, offended not offended please. You see he is brave, brave talk brave also fight. People say, his father reversed his name. Dores the Soleh, Soleh the Dores. I don't know....

“Where, Sir?” ask Dores one day. Just now he asked his teacher's permission to invite his sister into this assembly.

Just tickle, “It's not in us, Res. Just be patient.”

“But, the Soleh is getting worse...”.

“Yaa, that was. We have no right to punish. Before you do this, I guess so did you? Although it may not be as much as your sister.”

Dores sighed, then choked.

“Already, Res. We just finish what we used to. Each has its role. If your sister had a right, there wouldn't be far to go."

Dores looked at his teacher, then nodded.

I also smiled back....

He Who Has a Story. After talking with Dores, his story Akas became more attentive to the angry young man who was diligent in this mosque. It's hot, but demen pray. Just like that, I like to harass other people. Means not yet subjected to prayer, still just jasadi, not yet with his soul. For those who pray are born-in, the haqqul yaqin will not do so.

Like what happened that afternoon. Bakda ashar, with his chuckle, Soleh visited a group of young men who were discussing the book. Boro-boro politely followed her seat, she just stood up grimly with a stylish hand resting on the spot. One leg went forward. Anyway, sucks. It seemed that the youth group did not like his presence, but no one protested. Because they know Soleh, lazy to deal with him. Just play tonjok anyway.

Akas continued to pay attention....

Less obvious was the topic the youth group was studying, Akas could not listen from his distance. What is clear, not long ago, sounding Soleh laughs quite loudly. “Nih, I tell you, free salary like this. If you want, pay Allah. That's the real thing!” he said, then the nyeloyor left without greeting. The young men snickered, but still no one dared to complain.

There, Akas shook his head while grinning a little. Busyer, najai Allah said. Who knows the Salary of God, will not be styled so, Leh. Ono-ono wae, ah....

But, with that feature Akas catches the message that there is a possibility that his sister Dores is the victim of “hakat perib”. He seems to have learned the truth, but only the postulates, without spiritual travel.

“You know the teacher, Res?” I asked Dores, tomorrow.

Dores told her sister's teacher, all a little review.

Akas sighed. Most likely so, that Soleh is a victim of “hakat perib”. I know his teacher, though not familiar. And he used to belong to the ranks of ngibul. Ngoceh is without taste, without knowledge, without faith. Just like a parrot. Good at plagiarizing without understanding what is said.

Things like this, most of the stray into the world of bandages. In fact, not a few who deviate from the teachings of Islam. Sharia is not, the truth is not. Like Islam, but definitely not. Some claim to be prophets after the Prophet Muhammad., some make “New Islam", change the sentences of shahadah, and the like. Was it? The song has been known since the time of the caliph Baheula. Islam is this, the law and the truth. Work on the shari'a, discover the truth. The key, true faith. No, don't bother making a paper. The Word of Prophet Muhammad Saw., “Truly I have been sent with shariah and truth. All the other prophets, sent only by shariah.” Isn't it obvious?

About three or four bars apart, Soleh returned to action. This time he boasted that his teacher was “Sunan Kalijaga”. Tuh, right? Perhaps because it was too upset, young mosqueers who were harassed continued to rise up against it. Royong was about to gang up on him. Damn, Soleh did not know the word trepidation. The “Sunan Kalijaga” student rolled up the sheath. Ready fight....

Some of the more senior masjiders moved swiftly to prevent a civil war, but the lack of success seemed to be due to both sides being equally hot. So, as a masjiders of the last century, Akas rushed there to escape the tension of his brothers. Remember, kayak kang Idung time passed, but without a duck angon stick. Akas caught the hand of the student "Sunan Kalijaga”, tep, immediately silent Soleh who had thrashed. Many are surprised, how can it be? You see, this young man if he is angry is known to be anti-manners. Old young, hit by the same. But that's what happened.

Akas carried the roaring young man who was obediently trying to get away from the crowd of his opponents. He took her to his favorite place first, while fretting at the thought of Asih. That, but the grave boundary. The opponents were dispelled by their seniors, asked to return to the original place. Obey them, his name is also the youth of the mosque. If you don't obey, please hang out in the stamp there. Although not written, this rule applies to all. It should be Soleh too, but he's a special case. You see other than the other sablengnya, nadkan also custom.

“You saw where, Leh?” asked Akas, after the atmosphere calmed down.

“Di Wa Ustadz...,” replied Soleh, naming his teacher.

I nodded knowing.

“What salary, anyway?”

“Science reality!”

Akas. Steady sister Dores this mention the answer earlier. Effect, ‘Do not fuck! I'm a swordsman of the truth!’ Hehe....

“Wuh, what is it like, Leh?” Akas continued to scrape it.

So, with a proud tone of voluntary, Soleh revealed the knowledge he learned from Wa Ustadz. “That's easy. Not all of this, not yet entered the difficult..,” he paused while mangosteen.

“Yes, that's right. What did the kids pay?”

Busyet, Akas change grin. Najai children, he said.

“Means, who already know the salary of Allah, should not demean others dong? Yes, Leh? Does he know that God is everything?”

Soleh looked at Akas, then glared in the other direction.

“Yes, no?” Akas neken a little.

“According to Wa guru, we are above, just stay ngejitakin the below," replied Soleh ketus.

Akas chuckled. Wow, it's his fault. This is what happens when someone who has no taste, but talks about taste. Use the event to guide others without rights. Runyam squared is the title, which teaches runyam, which is taught especially.

“So I heard, you said taught Sunan Kalijaga. What yes?”

Soleh nodded, “Kata Wa Ustadz so...”.

“Where is the story?”

“Kata Wa Ustadz, Sunan Kalijaga is always present teaching love."

Beaver-grip, smiling in heart. In the heart, because Soleh still looks upset because of the silent najai of God earlier.

“Lha, how? Is he dead?”

“Sign in to Wa Usradz. Can directly infiltrate, can pass wangsit.”

I smiled again, still in the day.

“You met Sunan Kalijaga?”

“Yes is not, he is dead. Wa Ustadz who can see.”

“Oo,” Akas nods. This time the real mesem, though thin. Kanjeng Sunan Kalijaga was “infiltrate” said. Paralun pardon.

“Keep, what is taught?”

“Many. Right now we are learning tree language..”.

Wuih's? Akas snorting dear. Tree language, he said, “How is it, Leh? Can you talk to a tree?”

Hearing this, Soleh panjak again his PD. Wear that harassing style of mangosteen. His lips were twisted forward to support.

“Where? Can not?”

“Not yet khatam, but can be a little.”

“Oh yes? Try, this tree just said what?” Akas pointed to a cluster of banana-banana trees next to them.

The student of “Sunan Kalijaga” who momentarily still in the style of harassing was jolted staring at Akas. The beards instantly disappeared, but the lips rolled it still. Even more forward.

“Hayo, say what? The other trees can also be. same really...”.

For a moment, Soleh was still silent.

“Where, Leh? Doesn't that sound? Kan, it's obvious this?"

So, Soleh also snorted annoyed, stood up, and immediately drove away carrying a heartless. Akas smiled looking at the back of the student “Sunan Kalijaga” who was moody. However, a moment through his smile changed his arm saw Soleh deliberately bumping his leg into the back of one of his prospective opponents earlier while walking. Fortunately the show did not burn back.

Forgive me, his brother Dores....