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Meet Kyai Irsyad

Maghrib prayer this time is quite effective for men with glasses. Because, not on purpose, the mosque near the house of Ilyas can be the arrival of a Kyai from Magelang who lately his name is quite known to the people. However, his presence is nothing but a casual visit to the house of one of the acquaintances who happened to be a scholar.

Being at the forefront of Saf, and always appointed as a muezzin. Ilyas became a figure that received little attention from the middle-aged man with glasses who also framed his half-eyes.

After the Maghrib, they listened to Ustadz Irsyad's short talk while waiting for the time of the issue, which was not too far from Maghrib time.

After the Isya prayer was fulfilled, the worshipers began to scatter. And only a few people remain. Including Ustadz Irsyad, Kyai Irfan. And five others including Ilyas.

When Irsyad finished his zikr, the middle-aged man twisted his body until he found the bespectacled young man who was still sitting right behind him. Without hesitation, Ilyas instantly widened his smile, while greeting with a nod of his head.

"MashaAllah, I was shocked. You've been sitting here, haven't you changed positions?"

The young man grinned while scratching his non-itchy head.

"I've seen you before, haven't I?" connect Him.

"Yes, Kyai. It was at the wedding of Aaron Azmi and Ayudia Qonniah. I was one of those who sat as a witness" Ilyas said.

"Aaah, yes. New inget. If it is not wrong to talk. So you still want to be my fans?" Irsyad patted his own chest.

"Hahaha–" who chat really, but kanya no ngaku fans He too. Inner Ilyas.

"You live here?"

"Yes, Kyai. It just so happened that my house was about fifty meters from this mosque" he replied with his thumb politely pointing towards the back.

"Yai, mongos!" Kyai Irfan invited him to return to his house which is right in this mosque.

"First off, Kyai– I will follow," he replied that made Ilyas muttered MashaAllah.

Like I've been fooled. Suddenly met Ustadz Irsyad who was none other than Ayudia's uncle. Moreover, he let those who had risen before him, pass away. While the authoritative figure was still willing to sit in front of the simple young man who was a nobody.

"I feel very flattered, Kyai," he murmured after the men left the mosque. Irsyad chuckled.

"Halach! Wong is not in love with anything, flattered."

"No, hehehe, that is, Kyai is still willing to sit here because of me."

"It's not because of you. I feel at home because this mosque has its Ac. In Kyai Irfan's living room it's sultry."

"Oh, that's it..," he muttered while looking down.

"Handle, Le!" Irsyad patted the glasses young man on the shoulder which made the two instantly laugh together. "I heard you are a friend of the late Aaron?"

The glass-framed Netra minus it lifted slowly before nodding. Squeezing his own fingers the young man fell back down.

"Have you heard that his wife just gave birth?"

"Yes, Kyai. I even came while the operation was still running."

"MashaAllah– how can you?"

"long story. Perhaps, it was already in line to welcome the daughter who had Hayyin's aura."

Irsyad mangosteen, while chuckling softly. The young man sitting in front of him looked agitated. There was something that made him want to open his voice, as if all the burdens that had been held in the chest suddenly urged him to tell the figure of a fairly famous scholar. But is it polite, when suddenly telling a personal story in front of a person who really does not know him very close?

"Kyai–" Ilyas finally opened his voice. "mumped I am currently talking four-eyes with Kyai. Can I say something?"

Irsyad smiles. "Monggo, one session of venting costs not cheap."

"Eh–"

"Hehehe–" yes how, Kyai. When you talk rich, there are no joking faces.

"Monggo, what are you talking about? Sorry, but my time can't be long. Not good with Kyai Irfan."

"Thank you, Kyai. God willing, not for long."

Ilyas sighed for a moment. Maybe it's time he released the snare of guilt that has been shackled to Kyai Irsyad.

"Truly or not, Kyai. If a man could be the cause of death of another man."

"Yes, can. If he purposely took someone's life. But back it's her destiny, through the hands of someone who can't control her lust."

"Then, can I be called a murderer when a man has to die for helping me?"

Irsyad frowned. Waiting for the young man to explain further.

"That really happened to me, Kyai" he continued, bowing. "I feel guilty for the family I left behind. Moreover, He left behind a pregnant wife. I finally have to give birth alone."

From that conversation. Irsyad began to understand, could he be telling me about Aaron and Qonni. Because, if you don't remember wrong. Ulum once said that Aaron experienced the persecution with one of his friends, and one of the victims who died from Bandung. Could it be that the young man in front of him, a friend who participated became a victim of mass rage?

"I never thought, my good intentions even made my best friend's life float, Kyai."

Irsyad nodded in understanding. That's right what he caught just now. The middle-aged man still continued to remain silent, the more seriously he listened.

"Honestly, I was tortured. Because of this guilt. In fact, his figure often comes to dreams with a disappointed face. I'm so sorry, Kyai. I want to go back in time. Then, choose to stay home without caring for a supporter in beat time to death. I'm too rash, Kyai. And because of my carelessness, a friend who should be on the side of his pregnant wife must die. I wonder why am I not the only victim?"

"Thayyib!" Irsyad sighed. One hand rubbed his two slightly itchy eyes. "I want to emphasize to you before. That no one is truly the cause of death. And again, Aaron's destiny. It has arrived there."

Ilyas was bowed when Aaron's name was mentioned. True said people, when we talk to a guardian. Sometimes there is no need to explain clearly, they will definitely know the point of the problem.

"Although, at that time there was no tragedy in GBK. Perhaps Aaron will meet his end in another situation. That is the fate of death, want you to hide anywhere. You will still come to the place of your death. Same with Aaron. So what makes you have to keep feeling guilty until you think you want to go back in time?"

"But still, Kyai. Aaron died helping me."

"No! God moved him to help you. God has also set the time of his death."

Ilyas shed tears. His chest rumbled again, as if regret had not disappeared from his mind which was getting here increasingly making his life no longer healthy.

"Then, how can I fix everything, Kyai. My life has stuck, because of this guilt. To make me no longer know how to balance my life to welcome the future. In fact, I had blatantly said my wish to marry his widow Aaron to Pak Ulum and also Gus Mukhlis. Because I think I want to replace Aaron who should be on Ayu's side at times like this. But truth? My planning didn't go well, Kyai."

"Le, there is no way to improve the future except to improve the current one" he replied with emphasis. To make Ilyas' head again lifted.

"Mem–fix current?" ask with the sentence of repeating the words Irsyad.

"Sayidina shaykh abu bakar bin Salim said 'often your regrets in the past and your planning in the future will take away the blessings of your present time."

"Sa–I don't understand, Kyai."

"Never break something that should go well just because of your regrets, then rush to target the future that is not necessarily good for you and others."

Ilyas was stuck digesting every word he started to catch. It was true that all this time he was too rushed to pursue Ayudia. However, he had not tried so much to pursue. Is it true, he had to give up because Ayu was really not for him?

"There is no better time than the present. Then do good not have to wait later let alone mourn the mistakes of the past. But focus on the present, making now the best time for you to improve." Ustadz Irshad welcomed his sentence which made Ilyas more understanding.

"I'm too scared, Kyai," he murmured.

"Ngoyo can be original in positive terms. If to pursue the human heart– why must be in a hurry? Now, work well. Your best heart, do not think of others. Because, maybe your intention is good, but who would have thought to force something related to the hearts of others the fall will not be good. There will be new problems later on. So, better finish what's there. The rest leave it to those who have human hearts."

Ilyas smiled, he was grateful to meet Kyai Irsyad. All his confusion began to get rid of little by little. And he believes, just need to improve and also do good without expecting anything will make him avoid the burden.