GOODBYE

66. reality debate

But the show is not over yet. The next day, after Isya, Wa Ustadz confronted Akas after his return from the mosque. Cut in the middle of the road. Her husband is beautiful. “What's up, Wa?" he asked after greeting each other.

“Begini, if you want to talk about the truth, do not be the same Soleh. Same me...,” he said, while grinning as well. An effective grin demeans.

Understandably, they do know each other even though they are not familiar. The funny thing is, until now Wa Ustadz did not know that Akas was a student of Kyai Khalil. In fact, he was very afraid to meet Kyai Khalil. Reportedly, by Kyai Zarkasih was often pressed, told the right. But, yes, no kapok-kapok. It is still a big deal to this day.

"What's the truth to say, Wa?”

“Yes can."

“Oo, yes already. Go on, how?”

“Let's debate the truth. When is there time?”

Akas grimacing. Soleh deserves to be more antique because his teacher is also an antique jewel. The wrong antiques. Cook any debate of the truth? How do you debate taste? How do you debate reality? How do we debate truth? But, yes that's. Maybe it means bako ngadu, the postulate debate. This is also not a debated proposition, most just a race of many memorization. Because the postulate itself is true in its degree as a recipe, even though the recipe is not a taste. Martabak recipe is not the taste of martabaknya. That's how troublesome it is....

“Where, can not?” he came back challenging.

“Good, with two conditions...”.

“What?”

“Time for night, if my day is busy.”

Wa Ustadz agrees, “The second one?"

“We're alone, no one else.”

“Sby tagging...,” he directly bid.

Akas nyerdeh, “Bby, but not others.”

Wa Ustadz undertakes, “Where's it going?”

“Serah Uwa.”

Wa Usradz thought for a moment, then called his house. I agree, it's better than anyone else's house. Moreover, the prospective host has guaranteed that there is worthy of this purpose. Deal. Tomorrow night, at about half-nine, they'll debate the truth. Wuhs.

Tomorrow night, as scheduled, Akas went there. There was Dores there too. He was able to come along after knowing his sister would attend a reality debate held by his teacher. You see, Soleh gave an announcement that the debate participants were Wa Ustadz against Pak Akas, who yesterday used to attack the language of trees at the cemetery boundary. Neither Soleh nor his teacher knew that Dores was Akas' disciple, for he did not speak. But, pity also, Leseh his brother Soleh was gangred by his sister and teacher. Dicekokin dalil. Dores did not fight, but still leseh. Sumpek, that. Then he was glad to see the appearance of the teacher. The story, allies come....

And, it doesn't take long. After saying hello, pleasantries, the event began. Without hesitation, Soleh took a sitting position to the right of his teacher. Sit sila jawara model. Dores was willing to take a neutral position, but because he saw his sister's style, he also followed by shifting to the side of the teacher a little behind him. Then, teng. Wa Ustadz immediately attacked first. A line of high-level reasoning is presented to a grim opponent. But, make no mistake, this whiny style is originally a waste because it contains tasbih “takkira”. Nature is passing by.

Thus, whatever proposition Wa Ustadz threw, was repulsed by Akas to the one who threw with the charge of his taste. At the first blow was already shaken his teacher Soleh it hit the taste. But, not yet immediately kapok. He sent the postulate again, patted again following the taste. So on, until finally the horror itself that sent. Like two people tell a story of Jakarta, one lives there, the other “tahu” Jakarta from the map. So, the delivery of the Jakarta ID card must be more alive than just reading a map of Jakarta. Such is the picture of Akas compared to Wa Ustadz.

In this case, Akas does not argue at all. He did not want to banging “truth with righteousness”. Do not think the postulates are separate or stand alone, until it can be “pitted”. Honesty, complete misjudgment. All religious arguments, both from the holy verses of the Qur'an and the hadith of the shahih, contain the truth according to its limits. These contents of truth compose one Absolute Truth.

If the house is for example, the postulates are the bricks, the sand, the cement, the wood, the cliffs, the iron, the paint, and so on. Anyway, the elements that made up the house earlier. It is seen that each element contains “truth on its limit to the reality of rumah”. So, how to banging “ elements of truth" earlier among “segumpal truth”? They are not contradictory, each contains “truth part”.

Thus, at the limits of signals and efforts....

So, shift the score position now. Dores smiled in a knot, while there Soleh and his teacher replaced Leseh. Akas continued the grimace that was flushing it. It is from there that the dignity of taste exceeds just a recipe. Where is a martabak recipe better than the martabak, right?

“My replacement which is ah, from earlier asked continues nih,” said Akas kalem. “Bby?”

Wa Usradz sighed, not yet answering.

“Where? Can not?”

“Yaa, please,” replied Wa Ustadz, trembling his tone.

Akas mesem, “Gini, Wa.., from earlier we talk about the truth, what is our reality?”

Believe me not believe, his teacher Soleh who from earlier ngabble the fact, was not able to answer the question “mus” this. Bengong he looked at Akas. The edges are even nanya, "What's it?”

Well....

Dores nyerdeh won, Soleh shook his head slowly, Wa Ustadz was still dumbly staring at Akas. Meanwhile, the one who looked at continued smiling.

“Emang, what is our essence?” wa Ustadz asked.

“Search by yourself, Wa. Not that I don't want to say, but that's exactly what Uwa needs. If the proposition, Wa Ustadz already mostly know. More than enough. Now it remains to feel, it feels that the postulates, which can only be obtained through spiritual travel. Can not meet if just read the book or plagiarize the words of people. If you want to feel it, then Uwa must feel it himself. No one is selling in the universe..”.

And, since it is clear there is nothing more worthy of debate, considering that it turns out Wa Ustadz did not know himself, then Akas resigned. When shaking hands with Soleh, he teased, “Tuh, listen to what this tree said just now?” he said, while pointing to ornamental plants leaves in pots next to the disciple “Sunan Kalijaga.

Soleh glared for a moment, then leaned to look at his teaser.

Mesem root, “Tenang, Leh. He said, you're handsome, hehehe.

“Hahaha...,” her brother laughed crisply. Meanwhile, people who claim to be frequently infiltrated “Sunan Kalijaga” lowered their heads silently. Not strong open your mouth, because there is nothing from the Sea that waliyullah as caliber as Kanjeng Sunan Kalijaga busy so. That is jin sontoloyo. Don't flinch ah....

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Tomorrow afternoon, Soleh is seen in the Great Mosque. However, it does not act as usual. Sitting dumbly just staring at Akas from behind bakda ashar. I know, since the arrival he has seen the existence of Soleh. Earlier this morning her brother had reported that last night, after the fact of the debate, she was grieving her sister to the satisfaction. “Free, I was forced to say that I studied to the Father. Soleh maksa,” said Dores. Akas just smiled.

For that reason, Akas stayed in the mosque until his death. However, Soleh had not been strong enough to approach him. Just working long distance. Still as reluctant as possible, hehehe.... Tomorrow, and again. It's good this one. He dared to take positions next to his incengan during ashar, maghrib, and isya. Just, not talking yet. And so, Akas was also silent, silent while mesam-mesem.

Tomorrow again, and so. However, he finally said also like Isya. “Pak, I want to learn the true salary of God,” slowly. So, Akas also smiled to find the fact that along with it, “ball bekel” above the head of Soleh so glittery.

Thus a little story of the “kids hati”, the first. Some others joined after Soleh. They argue that they are doing what their teacher is telling them. With their respective color stories, they fought “ pasting” dzikir Light on his true self. It was so initially, that was the struggle, because it was not easy “ pasted this”. Do not imagine as easy as gluing stamps to mail envelopes. However, later if the right feels arrived, there is no actually “sticking-sticking” earlier. Because, what is pasted? Or, who's clinging to who?