GOODBYE

71. sincere

“In your opinion, this house is indeed part of Mbak Yati. Inheritance from her husband. If he sells, that's his right. We do not deserve to interfere,” said Akas, while talking to his wife about this house which turned out to have been sold secretly by the wife of the late Said Jubair.

Because of this, there were rames between Yati and the children of the late Kyai Sanusi. Various arguments. In essence, Kyai Sanusi's children are upset that this house sold “just like” to others, without including them. Yati does not use kulo nuwun, play jokul only. Get it done, just give me an announcement.

Pity them because the house of his memories was transferred to others by “people outside”, without blessing along with the ranks of “people in”. His slang, “Enak only! Who are you?” But, Yati did not lose fiercely. Inflammation like a female tiger left behind. “If you say, definitely can't!" its spray. “Emang who wants to feed his children Kang Said?” Well, lieur already when it comes to information “who loves eat”. Whose mom?

Then, the sisters provoked their youngest brother. Neken so Asih do not want to leave “his house”. This old song, since the time of Prophet Ibrahim As. In the past, Edi has also applied it to “dana Yayang”. Uniquely, not a single brother provoked Akas. Probably as REGally. They know that the youngest's husband is guiding something spiritual. It is unclear what his students are. Nearly thirty people. However, Asih should not be hugged. He had experience with Edi. After all, Aisyah Ra. must have told her husband, if he was faced with this kind of question. Understandably, since the time of his ABG, Asih is indeed a heavy fan to the companion of the Prophet. So, report him....

“Continue, what's the next step, Mas?” she asked.

Wuih's? Akas spontaneously chuckles shot his next move. Aya-aya wae this dear wife. Is he playing chess?

“Mas...?”

“Next step, yes check-ster only, hehehe...”.

“Ah, This Mas. Seriously dong...."

“Iya, yes. I'll ask the swaying grass. You see, do not know also the next step,” Akas replied while still mesem.

Dikasih “mud sway” so, Asih manyun as usual.

“Do not get angry, Say. Joking. I'll think about it, okay?"

Replaced “aku mind”, sullen asih faded. Glad maybe hear the hero wants to think. You see, the hero often said, “This life is beyond the reach of reason. Everything has been arranged according to the exact measure. So, don't think about.” Well, how do you try? Fortunately, now I'm thinking....

“Oo yes, Mas, earlier Mbak Yati thanks this,” he put some money on the table. “I have calculated. Eight hundred and fifty thousand."

Akas nyerdeh, “Alhamdulillah. Not even thought of.”

Hearing this symptom, Asih immediately ambushed “Emang enough? Home contracts are at least one and a half million now. Costs two hundred and fifty thousand a month. How?” Looking at her husband.

“As per measure. Who gives God, who gives God. Cooking is not enough? From God, everything, including this. Mbak Yati is just his sababiah, the story of the incident. That too, God too. If you do not use the story, know-know-know jreng there, shocked people later. Mending if his shock makes it more believer, Iha if more confused right runyam? In fact, the inner birth of this universe also directly exists. The kun! god's Word. Five months ago that was too. Jreng, know-know appeared Baras. What's the story, huh?" Akas grimacing.

“Terus, how?” he returned after a moment of silence.

“Shalat yuk...,” Akas holding his wife's friendly hand.

This time I smiled. In addition to her husband's affectionate gesture, suddenly she also remembered that in addition to “bewildering” earlier, the husband often said, “Think with faith," to his students. Well, this one's more obvious, not so pabaliut. Although, it's the same actually....

Later that night, in tafakkur, this cedar consciousness came. Apparently, his sababiah asked hijrah inner birth by Him. His mind is, now he is born. As Kyai Khalil once said. That, 'aamanuu, haajarun, and, jaahadu fii sabiilillaah is a unitary condition. Faith, hijrah, and jihad are inseparable. “Search your place!” thus the dzauq is accepted by its truth. So, it was clear to Akas.

The next day, he went to find his place. Letting go of faith takes his feet where he goes. Until arriving at an empty land former vegetable garden in Kampung Pakunchen. “Signals" pulsing here. So, after finding out who the owner of the land was, Akas came to him. Alhamdulillah, facilitated. The owner invited his guest who asked permission to stay on this land without many words.

Furthermore, assisted by his three sons, Akas made a home on the land. The strategy is clear, it should not exceed the estimate of eight hundred and fifty thousand. Thank God it can, not even all budgets are used. If it is called a hut, it is. What they built is just a bamboo room house roofed with rumbia. Be that palace in three full-time business days. There is no electricity, but there is a water source. There was a well on that land with adequate water quality. Enough, the others adjust. There is nothing, this is what it is.

Once considered ready, that night Akas took his family to move into a new house. Not much trouble because only bring the body, a sheet of cotton mattress, and some kitchen utensils. Other home items have been folded secretly all this time. Ordinary, transformed into kale to support the stomach of the family. His name is also the business of the body. If the soul, it does not need external food like that. The truth, remembering God.

“Where to move?" yati asked, as Akas handed over the house keys.

“Ke Pakuncen, Mbak.”

“Oo, contract?”

Akas nodded, let's hurry his business. It is difficult to explain the palace. It will become a new polemic.

Yati mangosteen, “Salam make Asih."

Akas nodded, "Let me say..”.

Thats enough. After a greeting, Akas rushed back to his family waiting at the palace. Upon arriving there, he was stunned to see the fact that his family could so sincerely accept the clearly unpleasant circumstances. Asih looks smiling while humping Baras. Wulan was nearby, watching the younger brother taking his youngest position. Meanwhile, the three “anak bird” joking loose while hanging on a large piece of rock there. No one seemed depressed. Just relax. In fact, “normally” is minimal stress, it can even have seizures. Then, bablas.

Obey Kyai Khalil's words about this at that time, “Allah will give sincerity to those who believe, migrate, and fight in His way. Even if his property is exhausted, or martyred. This, it's not just anything. Not sincere. Man cannot be sincere without being given his rights. Sincere is God's right, not a creature's right.” And so, Akas took a long breath. True this....