GOODBYE

70. Return to God

Days changed by week. Weeks changed the month. Kale-know, kale-tempe, is. Often even there are no kale-kungungan, all without knowing the following tempe-tempean. Only rice sown with salt, or potato stew. But, enough. The word of the Apostle saw., “That little but enough is better than many but melen.” No team member complains, nor does anyone else get hungry. If it's slim, yes. But, it's good, right? Many people are forced to be expensive for the sake of slim. If you ask, cheap....

Outside the internal story of the house, the task of spiritual guidance continues. Since there was no place, it was enough under the breadfruit tree behind the house to house the muthalah of the disciples. Just holding a mat, Akas does not feel entitled to make a saung here for example. This is Kang Said's house. However, the students did not protest. Just fun to carry it. Just so, “misbar”, drizzle disperse. Especially if it is directly...

Until one night, “Mas, I am pregnant,” Asih whispered.

Whuh? I'm surprised, and then sweet grimaced. Kale tempe kale to know, know-know-know given bonus. It could also be his heartache, hehehe,...

“How many months?” ask the grimacing husband.

So Asih was a manyun because she saw her husband "sweet" once. "Mas, anyway.... Already told you don't..," he's a small protest.

“Lho? Wh why? Hehe...."

Silence, still a little. But, a moment later it was followed by sweet grimacing like her husband.

“New kok says now?" tanya Akas, after meringi

“Newly discovered this afternoon, it has been checked to the Holy Midwife. Had not expected her sister Wulan..” replied Asih, and continued to tell about why she did not think this was her sister Wulan.

Mangosteen-grip. "So, how many months is this?"

“Five half...”.

"Huh? Five-and-a-half?” the eagle is swerving.

Asih nodded mesem.

Akas. Five and a half months in the womb can't be found out? Is it not feeling? But, no matter what the story, thank God will be given a bonus.

Then the moon changed. Healthy tone "sanak kangkung” this, do not vary in the womb. Her mother was adem ayem. There are no follow-up stories of midwives, let alone doctor controls. No “kangkung”. My prayers and prayers that accompany the growth of the fetus.

Until, the moment for him before birth Six hundred thousands of maternity costs in midwives, and certainly more expensive if at the doctor. I sighed, there was no money available. “God comes from You, back to You," he sighed, at the end of this isha consecrated prayer. In fact, he had prepared himself if he had to be the technical executor of the birth, although honestly did not know how. He knows that Allah is Existent. The three aides had been on standby while deg-degan. Wulan has not been involved because it still counts onions. Have not yet broken through ABG, a little later. Her mother was not told either. Throwing lanang, no one has the heart to say....

“Assalamu aleikum," someone said hello.

Akas who was wearing his sandals was about to go home turned his head, then smiled to see Tohari, “Waalaikum greetings. How are you, Har?"

Tohari smiled back, “Good. Sir. Your own father, how?"

“Alhamdulillah, equally good. How's the duck doing?" Akas asked Tohari's efforts to raise broiler ducks. In the past, he was one of the expired bread collectors for his duck feed.

“Healthy, just not bule now. No more bread. Eating him the same restaurant waste helmet the army continues, hehehe...."

Akas laughed.

“Helm army" is the slang term green bean skin used as bean sprouts. Simply available “helm army waste" is in the market there, where the cities bean sprouts. Nutritious food for ducks. But, because of the purpose of pedaging, said Tohari better given the waste of bread. Faster fat and tender meat, gembrot-embruh. If digeber “helm army”, it will be a model of the army as well. Slim, all muscles. Aliases, alot. Therefore, it needs to be mixed with restaurant waste which, according to the breeder, can spur fattening. I don't know.

Then they continued to talk....

“That's the story, sir. I want to share with those who have helped my efforts,” Tohari said, handing over a brown envelope.

Just now Tohari said that he had just made a big profit because the ducks had been bought by a Jakarta restaurant that specialized in selling duck dishes. Because the purchase is direct, without intermediaries, then the market price of Jakarta is a good fall. Usually the case of calo.

“This is for me?" tanya Akas, while receiving the envelope.

“Yes, I'm one of the people who helped me. But, don't look at the numbers, sir. Eem, his heart, hehehe. ..”

I'm smiling, “Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Har”

“Sama-sama, Sir,” Tohari returned a smile.

The conversation continued for a while, until then Tohari pamit. I thanked them again before they separated. After that, he went up again to the mosque. Praying two rakaats, giving thanks to Him, setting aside some of the sustenance received earlier to the charity box, and then moving home.

That very night Akas took his wife to the midwife. And, the bonus was born at dawn. A beautiful woman, like her sister and mother. Healthy, plump body even though just digeber kale. But, make no mistake, this heavyweight kale because it flows with him. Then, his father and mother agreed to give him a beautiful name, Laras Rabiah al-Adawiyah. The fruit of hope, may be in harmony with the morality of Sayyidah Rabiah al Adawiyah Ra., the Sufi woman....

"To be there again, Mas?” tanya Asih, while breastfeeding her little “sufi”.

“Iya,” Akas replied.

Asih sighed, “Later to go there, Wulan home from school.”

Akas nodded again. After kissing his youngest daughter's forehead, and greeting his wife, he rushed back to the hospital. Nearly two weeks into Said Jubair being treated there, his diabetes worsened.

Unique is also this good sister-in-law. During treatment, he did not want to go far from Akas. Anyway, the sister-in-law who was his former great enemy of the eagle age must hold on to him. A moment not visible, immediately noisily asked, Though, if there is, do not say anything. Just “chat dead” as they used to talk about from long ago. Like, Kang Said is obsessed with Akas talk about antal mantu qablal mautu,“ die before death”. Wants the chapter to go on, no matter the repeat broadcast. However, these last days Akas precisely directed him to erase all the stories. “Don't be burdened by stories, Kang. Delete all. Only God exists,” he said yesterday first....

Just as Akas crossed the hospital gate, Said's eldest daughter ran to meet him. “Bapak, Kang..., Mr...” he said stammering. My uncle understands the situation. Hurry they're headed there.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” Akas told those in the treatment room.

“Waalaikum greetings,” sahut them. There were two doctors, two nurses, and Said's wife. Strain all their faces. The wife has shed tears.

“Kas.., Kas...,” Said.

Akas approaching. “Iya, Kang,” he said, touching the brother's right hand.

Said held his sister-in-law's hand back. Very carefully, as if unwilling to release it again. “Exit all..., exit all....,” the door gasped, while continuing to hold Akas' hand. “Already, out all.... Free....,” he continued panting.

The doctors and nurses walked out of the room. Said's wife too. All have understood that medically, Said's condition can be said to be hopeless. Wash the blood should be once a day, even twice a day at certain times.

“Exit all...," said Said again.

“Already, Kang. Already out all, stay me," said Akas.

“Kas..., Kas ..,” Said again delirious

“Iya, Kang I'm here ”

“Your Feet, Cash, right you. , “

“Allah the Most True. What's up, Kang?"

“Nothing. Only Light... Light everywhere..."

“What light?”

“Light, Cash.... Light...”

“Astaghfirullah, innahuu kaana ghafar. Kang Said..., Kang....” Akas shook his brother-in-law's body slowly which suddenly floated it.

“Iya, yes..,” Said responds.

“Delete everything. Everything was. Feel that Light, feel it...”.

“Iya..” Said is back.

"Let me accompany dzikir. Allah, Allah, Allah...”.

Sad responds to Akas's orders. “Allah.., Allah.., Alah...,” his lips quivered sighing His asthma, as tears spilled.

For the next six hours or so, Said Jubair kept dhikr accompanying his death. Akas accompanied there because his hands were not removed by his brother. Hold continues. Be the prayer of zhuhur and ashar daim, in essence. As Said is doing, though he may not be aware or understand this.

Note that for those who have come to the present state of Said, they are no longer given the ability to perform the Shari'a prayer. Do not stand up, sit down and prostrate, just blink or shake was not able to. In fact, the prayer is mandatory. There is no evidence that those who are facing the saccharat of death, are allowed to leave prayer. Thus, the existence of daim, the prayer of truth. Asyhadu allaa laaha illallaah, wa asyhadu anna muhammad rasuulullaah it, should not be interrupted in taste. Because the prayer is not hindered by space, time, and circumstances.

Inna shalaata tanhaa ‘anil fahsyai’iwal munkar, waladzikrullaahi akbar, wallaahu ya’lamu maa tashna’uun. Verily, the prayer prevents evil and evil deeds. And indeed, to remember Allah is greater (primarily than any other worship). And Allah knows what you do (QS. al-Ankabuut: 45). Dzikrullaahi. Is it worth questioning?

The last hour, Said's outward condition was running out. Dzikirnya also stay ****** smooth, “Lah.., Lah..., Lah....,” only, as the pull and exhale of his remaining a piece. However, his inner situation continued to improve, not as nervous as in the beginning. His face was calm, sometimes even smiling. I don't know what to look at. But, it can not be accosted, just indifferent if asked. Quiescent. When the doctor checked several times he did not react. Uniquely, Akas' hand was not released. If tried to let go, like know, he “against”. Until at the end of his time, “Lah, Lah, Allaaah..,” Raden Haji Said Jubair also died...