GOODBYE

76. satanic discussion

In addition to Asep, the figure who also skyrocketed from the Ulekan force was Azis. This one is a silent believer, rarely speaks. The beginning came first was “styled supernatural”, know-know nongol from the country of the middle of nowhere. As soon as you meet, directly shoot, “Pak, I ask to be paid,” he said. And Akas laughed. Because, this tifli candidate does not even use the bother to mention his name. But, at the first time, he already contained his complete taufik and guidance. Technically, it doesn't take any more waiting time. Yes already, after knowing his name and address, Akas also paid for it without bothering events as well....

A few days after Baiat, then I sayup-sayup it feels like I know “face without sin” this. So, ask him, “Zis, have you ever had a helping hand on a train?"

“Iya, Sir,” replied Azis, as is. “Kok You know?”

Akas chuckled, “So, that babysit was you, huh?”

“When I was a kid, I just came from Sawahlunto. But, how do you know?" Azis repeated her question.

“No, just guessing,” Akas mesem. “Already, please let your light dzikir, yes? Don't break...”

Azis nodded and did not wonder anymore.

There is nothing, just Akas remembered the foster boy on the Jakarta-Jogja train who traded “without sound”. His style is relaxed, not wearing busy screaming bargaining merchandise. It is as if we understand very well that sustenance has been arranged. Funny thing is, even without a megaphone, a lot of people buy it from him to other support. So that is always seen by Akas every time he travels on this train. That's why it works. And, this impression turned out to have a connection story behind it later....

Because of his silence, it was difficult for his friends to estimate the level of spiritual progress this young man had achieved. There's no data, because he's never told stories. Indeed follow nimbrung when they are “ngerasani” Allah, but just grin without sound. However, one thing is certain of him, he firmly argued against the dhikr of Light. Obey the teacher's instructions. Dhikr, dhikr, and dhikr. Story business, later.

Until one day, the time came for him to tell a story. Then, catch up, guys. Apparently, the degree of silence of the silent heart had far surpassed them. Like, generally still around the Ciliwung River today, Azis has been able to speak syahdu about the Venice River in Italy there. It has not yet absorbed the beauty of “the rivers of paradise”, but frankly it has far the scale of clarity between Ciliwung versus Venice. So, Akas smiled seeing some of his students dumbstruck because of the clear news from the silence.

That's Azis, the bloody overseas youth Minang who did not hesitate to admit that he did not have time to complete basic education. In addition to natural elements, maybe also because of this he became that quiet. Not a shame, just not knowing what to say. You see, people tend to be hi-tech when talking. Hi-tech worldly affairs anyway. So, instead of making the dizziness mengantian silent. But, do not be careless, because he is now a big shoe store owner in the number of New Markets, Magelang. In fact, it started from a box of support. True said gurindam, urang you have been a trader since in the womb. It doesn't matter if you bother. What matters is obedience!

Who else? Oh yes, Ustadz Amir. Right, Ustadz Amir's old friend who was a former jeger stampas it. Come also he came here after Akas relationship with old friends no longer friendly because “kidak satan”.

The story, a flashback to the final moments in Kaum before moving to Pakunchen, that afternoon Sulaeman came home. Ordinary, he's getting together at Mr. Munhar's house later tonight bakda isya. Akas. Later that night, as he was about to go there, came Soleh without a plan. Be a former student of "Sunan Kalijaga” this brought to the association of old friends.

Initially just smooth. Akas who has been understood above has not shifted the dimensions of these friends from the world of marriage, responding to their obrol kilah with laughter only. You see, it's hard to tell. Already back and forth straightened, back and forth also back bent. Bouncy again bouncy again as per dumb track straightened. Yes already, dewe-dewe.

But, another is with Soleh. While the forum was busy discussing the fear about the alleged increasing number of “ children satan” children, suddenly he sprayed, “Salah! How many children do demons want, mango wae! Don't be afraid of such things. Is Islam afraid of the devil? Not his son, the same father bring it here. I'll fuck it all up!” he said, with his distinctive style.

Dumplings....

Then, there developed a fierce debate between Soleh and Munhar Cs. about it. The mood also tightened. Very quickly anger surrounds this forum. It seems clear that old friends are not willing to be lectured “sons” children by a young man named Soleh who is the style of talking nyebelin. What can be done, so is he. Not made-up, since the first suit has been so. Good thing that now being talked about contains the value of truth. In the past, it has been gushing fast, wrong anyway. Ono-ono wae is indeed his former student "Sunan Kalijaga” this.

Of course Akas tried to mediate, but not easy. Plenty of gasoline, the fire continues to burn. Snagging. So, rather than spread everywhere, Akas resigned for the purpose of pulling home the trouble maker who had no fear. Soleh indeed cannot be carelessly squeezed. He was the one who pushed back. As a parting, Munhar whispered, “We wait here tomorrow night. This business must be resolved. But, don't bring the child...”.

“Clearly what? Already, anyway tomorrow night. Don't don't,” said Munhar Rada ketus, still emotional.

And so, Akas nodded. Over there looks sweet-crying Soleh. Maybe he heard whispers just now.

Tomorrow night, Akas returned to visit there as promised. The plenary session turned out, the participants reached the quorum. After a moment of pleasantry, “tawuran” was started. One against all. Because, they know that Akas is now guiding people, even though they do not know what field. And, that shitty guy yesterday must have been one of his students, so the story teacher had to take responsibility. About their sound....

“Soal is right, what Soleh said yesterday I think is right. Even if someone says it is to blame, most just the style of talking,” Akas responds to objections to the matter of his bad style Soleh when talking.

“But, there is no way so,” Munhar chimed, ketus.

I'd like to grin, “To be frank, Kang, I also want it not to be so. But if so, how would you like?”

“Ya changed dong. You're the teacher?”

“Ah, this is Kang Munhar. Who do I have the right to change? Noah had no right to change his son. The Prophet Muharnmad was so upon his uncle. The Right of God. What's there, that's. If you remind me, yes. We must remind, tell the right, but do not feel we have the right to change someone's worth. If you can, change yourself first,” sentil Akas. Sodok a little, because this hajj abiding lately is indeed rada ngelunjak.

Silent moment.

“Look, if now we just want to discuss Soleh, I better go home. Because, to me, it is not important to me. I prefer people who talk rudely but truthfully rather than smooth but lying. If something is true and subtle, it is better. But, if there is nothing, because for me who needs the contents. Not the wrapper,” Akas back poking.

Hush....

“Ya. I'm sorry, yes?” Akas.

“Hold first. There are things we must talk about,” said Munhar.

Akas is still standing, “All the talk to find the truth, come on. Just don't just talk about Soleh.”

“OK, still has to do with the topic yesterday, but not talking Soleh. Let's discuss demons,” Munhar said.

I grimaced while sitting back down. The story is, there wants to be a satanic discussion. Could too. Then the demon discussion began....