Marrying Princess Jin

#20

Adinullah stepped dashing his chest and stepped closer towards Mr. Satri. Even so close, his face was almost in contact with the face of Mr. Satri. He was initially frightened when Pak Satri swung his machete before Johani blocked him, now feeling already in the wind. The whisperings he knew as Zabarjad's voice had put away his fear. And he has proven it. He saw Pak Satri's body suddenly stiff. The machete that was in his hand was also suddenly released.

"Take the water and read there is no god in the water. Then sprinkle it on the person's face and whole body." The sound of whispering again sounded in Adinullah's ears. Adinullah smiled. He turned his head towards Johani who was still agape at what was happening in front of him.

"Johani, get me a glass of water" said Adinullah. Johani did not respond. He still does not believe in the strangeness in front of him. Until when Adinullah was upset and stood right in front of him, he was still dumbfounded.

"Hey!" loud shouting.

Adinullah pulled the tip of Johani's hijab hard until it slipped off her head. Johani stuttered with a slight grimace because some strands of her hair were attracted. He looked up at Adinullah. Adinullah's eyes again saw him sharp as if to swallow his body.

"Get water!" yelled Adinullah a second time. Johani immediately got up. Without turning his head again, he turned around and immediately rushed towards the hut. Shortly after, he returned with a glass of water. The glass, which had been full of water, was half as long because Johani could not hold her hand which shook with fear. Adinullah's sharp gaze did not turn away until Johani was in front of him.

"This, this, is an example of a follower of the heretical Master. How can you get to God if it's slow like this" Adinullah said. He then turned around and came back face to face with Mr. Satri who was still not moving. Only his eyes glanced back and forth following where Adinullah was moving.

Adinullah smiled. He then raised the glass in his hand. His mouth began to recite the mantra.

"Here, I'll treat you. You should know from today that I am the king of the guardians" said Adinullah. He then put the water in his mouth and began to gargle.

Mr. Satri jumped in shock when Adinullah spouted water in his mouth into the face of Mr. Satri. Mr. Satri moves both hands slowly while watching his body that is no longer stiff. He stared in amazement at Adinullah. He then stepped forward and rested in front of Adinullah. Adinullah's hands were kissed alternately. Adinullah looked satisfied. He nodded while glancing at Johani. It was as if he wanted to tell Johani that he was not the old Adinullah. Adinullah who is now the closest servant of God who holds the title Sulthonul Auliya'. The king of the guardians.

"Make me your student, Mr Adin?" said Mr. Satri while continuing to insist on holding both hands Adinullah. Adinullah smiled. He holds the head of Mr. Satri. Pak Satri's hair is ruffled.

"If you want to be my disciple, from today do not call me Master Maawalli Maolana Ibrahim" Adinullah said. Mr. Satri scrunched his forehead.

"Isn't that the teacher's name, Master Alamsyah Hasbi?" ask Mr. Satri. Again Adinullah smiled.

"Right, right now the figure of Master Maawalli Maolana Ibrahim has been dripping in my body to perfect his tariqat. What he has not taught, now I will continue" said Adinullah.

"Then, how is Master Alamsyah Hasbi? Wasn't he the student who deserved to replace Master Maawalli Maolana Ibrahim as a murshid tarekat?" ask Mr. Satri.

Adinullah took a long breath. He felt Mr. Satri's question was the beginning of spreading the new teachings he brought. It will attract a lot of followers. Followers who will share his teachings. His name and influence will exceed that of Master Alamsyah Hasbi.

"I am the perfector of that teaching. As a matter of Quran as a perfecter of the previous books. With the passing of Master Teacher Mawalli Maolana Ibrahim, that means, Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi is no longer valid," said Adinullah. He held the head of Mr. Satri and pulled him up. He patted both arms of Mr. Satri's hand hard.

"Nature Malakut?" sigh mr. Satri. It was often heard at a glance when stealing the hearing of Master Teacher Alamsyah Hasbi in the house of one of the farmers in that place. He didn't understand much, but he felt it caught his attention. Mr. Satri smiled. His face was full of joy.

"When can I take you there, Mr Adin?" ask Mr. Satri expectantly. Adinullah smiled. He then turned to look at Johani who was still glued to his feet.

"Hey, you! don't just stand there. Make us coffee. Hurry along!" Adinullah. Johani immediately turned around. He did not want to continue to stand staring at the wonder of Adinullah. This time he felt Adinullah would not hesitate to hurt him. Considering how her hijab was pulled so hard. Right now, the surroundings of his hut were like they were being shaded by a great power. The atmosphere really feels different. If depicted, the atmosphere would be like a dark cloud that shaded the sky. After making sure Johani carries out his orders, Adinullah invites Satri to sit on a long bench with a bamboo base, under a bidara tree.

"How am I supposed to see the bad nature, Mr Adin?" ask Mr. Satri. Adinullah smiled, he put his finger on his lips.

" shhh.., this is confidential. There are several requirements that a person must live to be able to see the nature. It was also a form of good to me,"

"What is that, Mr Adin?"

Adinullah smiled.

"Adab to the teacher is the first condition. Calling the name of the teacher by his name, it was not a good adab. From today, call me Sheikh Addinullah Maolana Ibrahim?"

"Sheikh Addinullah Mawlana Ibrahim?" said mr. Satri. Adinullah nodded steadily.

"The second condition, Mr. Satri. Keeping the tariqat secret. What I say and what I tell you cannot be heard by anyone but my followers." Mr. Satri nodded.

"Third, Preferably recite with "La ila ha."

Mr. Satri frowned.

Seeing Pak Satri as astonished by what he just said, Adinullah patted Satri's thigh so as to make Satri sir shocked.

"Satri's father still hesitated. It's better if Satri comes home,"

"No Mr. Adin.., uh, I mean Sheikh Addinullah Mawlana Ibrahim," said Mr. Satri. Both of Adinullah's hands were held and kissed. Adinullah smiled with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, inside the hut looks Johani peeking from the fences while waiting for the water he cooked to boil. His heart and chest are still beating. Today he really felt frightened, especially after seeing the strange happening before his eyes. But he doesn't know what to do. He can't call Mr. Guru Alamsyah Hasbi because his cell phone's battery has been running out since last night.