Marrying Princess Jin

#37

Sunlight is seen at the top of the high bako when the rain has subsided. The wind that blows strong, get rid of the fog and the rest of the cloud that covers the sky. The rustling sound of the remnants of rain on the leaves of the tree was still heard. It's four in the afternoon. Ten new followers finally met with ten people who together Mr. Satri made his way. They seemed happy when the path they had made since last night was finally completed. To see a big banyan tree in front of them, was like seeing their desires that would soon come true. Earlier, the three people who were ordered to look for the keruing tree had already arrived first in front of the banyan tree. They were still waiting for Adinullah to come out of the banyan tree.

"Well, brothers, we rest first while waiting for the Sheikh to come out. We can also think about what requests we will make to the Sheikh," said Mr. Satri eagerly while inviting them to sit down. The faces that had looked tired immediately turned cheerful when they heard the words of Mr. Satri.

After about an hour or so they waited, they were suddenly startled with the sound of a crackling of banyan roots moving upwards. Adinullah was seen standing with a smile as the banyan roots opened perfectly. The people who were sitting immediately got up. Mr. Satri immediately approached and kowtowed at Adinullah's feet. Seeing that, the people behind him came forward and took turns kissing Adinullah's feet. Adinullah smiled proudly. He then told the men to sit down after he first sat on his chair.

"I'm proud of you guys. All the work that I have commanded you has been done well." Adinullah stood up again. He looked one by one at them.

"You are the forerunner of the people who will inhabit this forest. On the side, we'll make a new village. A village that reflects the inhabitants of heaven. Bring all your families here. Don't let them hang out with people who aren't on our side out there." Adinullah sat down again.

"Besides there is a well" said Adinullah while pointing to the side.

"That lake I named the lake of life. Clean yourself up there. I will cure all your diseases when soaking in the lake. You must be clean before I grant your other requests" Adinullah continued. They all smiled and looked at each other.

"Now, Sheikh?" ask Mr. Satri. Adinullah nodded.

Go, after that, make a statue of the keruing that you have cut down. The sooner you finish the statue, the sooner you will receive your request," Adinullah said, opening one of his hands and sending them straight to the lake. Without waiting any longer, they simultaneously got up and ran towards the lake. So happy, they did not have time to take off their clothes. They immediately jumped and swam with excitement in the middle of the lake. Only one person was still standing on the edge of the lake. Dawn. He hesitated to throw himself into the lake. There were pus-filled black lumps that almost filled his entire body except for his hands, face and both feet. But he was sure, gradually the bumps would definitely fill the empty spaces in his body. The bumps usually always emit a very pungent odor when in contact with water. That's why he never took a shower. Especially with the atmosphere of the forest that remains moist, he felt accustomed to not bathing. But he felt he had to prove Adinullah's words. Although he had seen the miracle that Adinullah showed him a few days ago, but he still felt doubtful that the disease in his body could disappear. He was afraid, the unpleasant smell of his body disturbed the comfort of people who were bathing. And surely, they will know the disgrace that he has been hiding. Especially Muhsan and Mujahideen. Even though they were neighbors, they did not know about his illness. He always rinsed his body with camphor when his body was exposed to water.

"Well, I'm even pensive" said Mr. Satri. He then went up and pulled Dawam's hand so that Dawam splashed into the lake. While holding his shirt so as not to be unexpected, Dawam tried to swim back to the edge of the lake. He then soaked his body. While looking towards the people swimming merrily in front of him, he palpated softly into his clothes.

Dawam scrunched his forehead. Something felt different when he touched his stomach. It felt flat and his hands were completely unobstructed as he felt down from his navel to his chest. Dawam's heart is pounding. He lowered his head while raising his body slowly. He slowly lifted the edge of his shirt and looked at him. Clean. Dawam lifted his clothes higher. Suddenly he shouted in excitement and swam to the middle of the lake when he saw the lumps on his body had disappeared completely. The people who saw him turned towards him. They were astonished because Dawam was too late for joy after previously they only saw him standing pensively on the edge of the lake.

"Sheikh is god. The sheikh is god. My illness has healed. My illness has healed" cried Dawam so excited. He kept swimming here and there. Even when the people had all gone up, he was still swimming while shouting saying that Adinullah was a god.

Heard it from the side. Adinullah was seen walking towards them. Uncommanded, they approached Adinullah by bowing his back. One by one they bowed at Adinullah's feet.

"How, have you felt the difference you felt after bathing in the well of life?" ask Adinullah.

"We feel it, Sheikh. The Sheikh has shown us the miracle of the Sheikh. Praise be to the Sheikh" said one of them.

Dawam, the last one to climb up from the lake, immediately threw away his clothes and ran bare-chested as soon as he saw the people gathered in front of Adinullah. He immediately fell down and prostrated at Adinullah's feet.

"Thank you, Sheikh. The illness in my body has completely healed. The sheikh is my god. Thank you Sheikh," said Dawam. Adinullah smiled. Dawam's head was held by him.

"Consider everything" said Adinulah as she put her hands on her chest. The people in front of him raised their faces.

"Ahead there is our village. Make a home for each of you. Who's married, bring them all here to live here."

"Good Sheikh," they said in unison.

"Those who have the ability to make sculptures, immediately finish making them. Mr. Satri I gave you an idea of the shape of the statue." Adinullah looked towards Mr. Satri.

"Satri Pak. Tell those who can make the statue how the shape they will make," said Adinullah. Mr. Satri nodded his head. You then turned his body and stepped towards the banyan tree.