GOODBYE

72. meet

Along “downnya” hijrah verses, which confused the students. The last few days the teacher did not show up. Where is he going? When asked to Ms. Akas, he said there was a need. But, did not say what his needs and where his position. There was nothing in the mosque either. Waduh, what's going on?

Nothing, just the teacher is chasing airing in Pakuncan there. Understandably, this house of memories will soon be occupied by its new owner. The polemic remains polemic, the property rights of the road continue. Wanted to be carried up to the Supreme Court, still buying and selling is legal under the law of this country. And, due to the hunted deadline, Akas prayed in surau near the location of his palace. That's why he wasn't seen in the Great Mosque. It's the same actually. Here or there, salat means the same as long as viewed from the depth of the heart. Not a semara thing of place.

But, where does any student feel comfortable "losing" his teacher? So, today four tifli boncengan two motors returned to the residence of the teacher. Then, they were shocked when they found the house was empty. Ask the neighbors, he said moved to Pakuncen. Only, it is not clear which side Pakuncen. “Try the question to Bu Said,” one neighbor's suggestion. They went there too. But, it's the same. Said Bu Pakuncen doang. Yes already, rather than getting confused, the bagusan shoot directly into Pakuncen. Hopefully meet.

However, after being traced in the area “kotanya” Pakuncen, did not meet. Ask no one knows. Some know Mr. Akas who once owned the bakery, but do not know the news that he moved here. Duh, where else to look? So, after believing the teacher is not in “kota” Pakuncen, these tifli intend to return. To be quick, take the road cutting through the garden and rice fields. Then, they were surprised to find what they were looking for was busy dressing the roof of his palace. And they sobbed after they knew that it was true that here his teacher stayed. No one thought....

But, Akas spryly forbid, “Don't cry. Indeed, nothing is worthy of mourning both nature here and nature there. In fact, do not cry for God without meaning. He asks for faith, not tears."

Hearing this jolt, the disciples cancel out his cries. It is also difficult because of sudden braking, fortunately it can be.

Akas mesem, “Not forbidden to cry, origin dripping with faith. Do not profusely pour, know the storm of lust. Just crying to lose worldly aliyah for example. If only that, it's called crocodile tears, hehehe...."

So the four disciples grimaced. Who wants to be a world crorodile?

“Where to go, sir?" one of them asked. Regular, Topic redirect.

“Join the Ali. Most to the market."

She's mangosteen, “Farid?”

“Not home from school, Wulan also.”

Two further mangosteen, “Tadi, why the roof, sir?”

“Maybe less tightly position his bulbs. So, a little drizzle in the rain last night,” Akas smiled again.

Students follow the mesem.

“Let you help ..”

I'm getting smiling. This student whispered muter first before shooting the target. But, comeon. So, they also gotong royong dress up parts of the palace that are not yet fit. His name is also the result of work chase show.

Over there, Asih smiled to see her husband and students shoulder to shoulder. In the swing of the jar hung on the branch of the guava tree, the “sufi keci” also followed with a smile. Already awake she, her eyes round narrow, while her tiny lips grimaced. I don't know what it's because....

By noon, one of the disciples disappeared for a while. Apparently he went to buy food. You see, from earlier there was nothing presented by Ms. Akas other than water. Nor does it look like cooking. Understand him that this situation is because there are no ingredients that can be cooked. If anything, this is not how Ms. Akas usually behaves. Her husband.

After eating, because the palace has been dressed up, they sit talking science on the rock where the nangkringnya the “birds”. This is the most delicious place there, shaded covered with boughs of pohan sapodilla. Knowledge that is discussed according to the level of taste that has been felt by the students through their spiritual journey. It seemed that none of them had yet felt the vibrations of the qalbu. You see, if provoked by the teacher, everything is still on dumbstruck. However, that's okay because that's the process. Importantly, his Light is argued continuously. God willing will open because the route is right, “Light meets Light".

After some time, the other students began to arrive. Apparently, while buying the food earlier, the student told his friend about the whereabouts of the teacher. Information spread between them, telling each other. So, the tifli-tifli sprung here. Uniquely, despite the look of romance of disbelief on their faces see the worldly situation of his teacher, but no one to let out mara water. At least just chortling. They seem to have been indoctrinated not to be. Because, according to the real news, the melek in the name of losing worldly aliyah is classified as a crorodileman. Uniquely, in addition to nothing puffed up, almost all carry basic materials. Asih was stunned to see his palace which was originally empty, suddenly packed with rice following his friends. Min haitsu laa yahtasib, from an unexpected direction. Wasn't it promised? And the sustenance of Allah covers everything. Not just that.

The more the afternoon, the more students came. Those who have come first also feel reluctant to go home. After Maghrib, you can say almost all students have been here. Some were not able to attend because they were hindered by their work schedules at the shift factory. Then, no matter who started, their tests have been involved in the rebukan which, among others, discussed the plan of making a saung for a place of remembrance together. All this time, there was no place.

“Where, Sir?" ask one of them.

Akas smiled. The feeling, the "own way" of his plan.

“Good, but I have to ask permission first to those who have land. Yesterday his permission to stay, not make the assembly dzikir,” he said.

Agree with all students.

“Eem, how are the funds?" ask the teacher.

“Most is mah, Sir. Let us handle it,” replied one of the students. Others agreed.

I'm back to smiling. Affairs that were originally counted “weight” this suddenly became easy. Sayaj'alullaahu ba'da 'usrin yusraa, Allah will give a spaciousness after a narrowing (QS. ath-Thalaaq: 7).

Tomorrow, early in the morning, dozens of students who have time have stood by on location. Funds are ready, materials are ready, energy is ready. The construction permit. So Akas went to the landowner to ask for permission....

“Place dzikir?” ask the owner.

“Iya, Sir. I asked permission to make a saung for it" Akas replied.

Landlord nods, “Please. It's good that someone's sitting there. But, there comes a time when I will use that land.”.

“Oo Yes, Sir. We understand completely,” Akas smiled.

The land owner smiled back in a friendly smile.

Then, “IMB” also came out. Then, two days later, the dhikr saung had stood majestically and modestly, simply next to the palace. However, such a great meaning is for an Akas. In this “ great place" he can focus more on guiding the spiritual journey of his students. Fii maq'adi shidqin 'inda maliikin muqtadir. In the place of the Beloved, by the Lord the Reign (QS. al-Qamar: 55). Fainnahu ya’lamus sirra wa akhfaa. He knows the secret and the more hidden (QS. Thahaha: 7). Alhamdulillah....