The God of the Patriots

The Book of Kalimasada (Bag. 1)

Suwarno rushed to the hospital after news of his son, Wawan, being treated at the Regional General Hospital, which is in the city of AG. Wawan's hand looked swollen, visible in the photo of a bone ronsen his palm cracked and there was a broken, and his wrist shifted. As for Bejo, the man who was hit by the God kick, he suffered a broken rib.

Bejo, 34 years old, 167/60, he was Suwarno's right-hand man and was a friend of Wawan's boxing training.

Suwarno was very angry after knowing the condition of Wawan, with his face flushed with emotion, Suwarno shouted, "Bajingaaannn..!! Who would dare to do this to my son..? And you guys, why are your faces so bonyok..?"

"That's the boss, a young man, we don't know who he is either.. It seems like he is a new person in Lerengwilis." replied one of Wawan's friends.

"Bad.. Whoever it is, I will retaliate with a much worse reply than this." Suwarno said furiously as he clenched his hand.

Shortly afterwards, a nun voice called Wawan to enter the check room, "Next Wawan brother please enter.."

Suwarno, Wawan and Bejo entered the check room. The chiropractor examined carefully the results of Wawan and Bejo alternately.

The doctor looked serious when examining the results of Wawan's ronsen, making Suwarno worried, "How dok..?" ask Suwarno.

"Hmmmm.. With the condition of the bone like this, inevitably had to be done surgery on his hands." replied the doctor.

Suwarno was surprised by the doctor's remark, "O-operation Doc..?"

"Awas you bastard.. This heartache I will reply dozens of times.." thought Suwarno while clenching his hands.

"If you agree, we'll do the operation tomorrow. But to recover as usual takes a long time at no small cost. How's mr..?" ask the doctor.

"Have doc, do whatever as long as my son's hand can be healed, whatever the cost is not a problem." replied Suwarno firmly.

*****

While at the KKN basecamp, Naia and her friends seemed to be relaxing in the middle room of the basecamp. Some of them seemed cool chatting, others seemed busy with their laptops.

"So Risa finally can be acquainted with the handsome mas huh..? Hhmmm.. What a disaster to bring blessings." said Silvia.

"Husssha.. You are yes... There was a friend who was killed even said to bring blessings." sahut Naia.

"Hihihi.. Iya-iya sorry.." replied Silvia.

"Ih... Who the hell is it..? As handsome as what the hell.. How am I curious..?" nuraini Sahut.

"Udah deh Nur, mending you do not know. Than to add a rival..? Let me just be with Naia who is competing for handsome mas dapetin, how is Naia..?" silvia said while patting Naia's hand.

"What the hell is Vi..? What race, use all rivals." replied Naia.

"Oohh.. It turns out that Naia is my best friend in the universe, she does not want to compete with me, she sincerely I am the same as Gan.." said Silvia teasing Naia.

Silvia is indeed a prankster, likes to tease her friends, especially Naia.

As they playfully joke, Rendi comes to Silvia, "Eeeee.. Silvia, can I have a chat for a second..? How are we going ahead..?"

Silvia took a deep breath before answering Rendi's question, "Huhhhhf.. Chat, just chat, why should in front of everything..? What's the problem, anyway..?" answer Silvia.

"Udah.. Come with Vi, it might be personal." replied Naia. Silvia stood up and went ahead with Rendi.

While Risa looks moody, maybe she's still traumatized by the incident earlier this afternoon. Naia tried to comfort Risa, as did Oki and Ivan, "Maybe we can learn martial arts as Dede. What do you think..?" ask Oki.

"Tuh.. So if we meet the same delinquents we can defend ourselves." said Nuraini.

"Naia how do you think..? Eee.. Try to say the same mas Dede, who knows if he wants to teach us.." persuaded Oki.

"Eeehhhmmmmm.. Yes, if I see you again, let me speak." she replied.

Meanwhile in front of Rendi was chatting with Silvia, "Where is Vi..? What's your answer..?" ask Rendi.

"Where is it..? Honestly, Ren, what happened between us is done. I'm sorry, it seems we're not as likely to go back as we used to." replied Silvia.

"You sure..? Is there no more chance for me..?" ask Rendi.

"A chance..? Mm mm.. Now I'm giving you a chance, but just as a friend nothing more.. Okay, in the future do not need to discuss this problem anymore, huh..? Hhehhh.. Enter yuk, already want magrib nih.." said Silvia then entered leaving Rendi.

*****

After the completion of the congregation praying magrib, a large number of pilgrims, especially the fathers, do not go home directly but prefer to chat on the terrace of the musholla. Maybe you're waiting for Isya's prayer'. The gods also chose to sit on the terrace of the musholla, hearing various stories of residents. There are those who talk about fertilizer prices, comment about problems that are again viral, and so on.

While listening to the chat of the citizens, RT sir came and sat next to the God, "This is how the atmosphere of this musholla after the magrib prayer, crowded.."

"Especially if the fasting Ramadan, more rame again. Usually at five o'clock they come to follow the tausiah while waiting for the adzan magrib then break their fast together.. Yes, just not only just a little bit, the result of a joint venture of citizens only. The important thing is guyub mas.." said mr. RT.

"Well, that must be exciting, sir.. Well that's the most important sir, guyub and get along well." God replied.

"Oh yes mas, then I forgot to ask for the identity of Dede. Coffee photos only mas immediately deposited. Create administrative documents.." connect RT sir.

"Oh. good sir, but I'm sorry before, so gini sir, on the way here, I'm a pickpocket. So my identity card is gone all sir.. Actually I also want to ask for help from my father to make a temporary identity card, can you sir..?" dewa.

Mr. RT listened to the problem of God and then gave him a solution, "Hhmmm.. That so..? Eeeee.. Gini only, dede mas take care of the first letter of loss in the West City Police, later if there is a letter of loss I will help make a certificate of domicile.."

"Good.. Then tomorrow I go to the police office to take care of the letter to lose sir." replied the Lord.

Our conversation continued until the Adhan Isya' was proclaimed. After the completion of Isya' prayer I stayed for a while in the musholla. One by one the worshippers left the musholla.

Mbah Sastro came out of the musholla and approached the God, "Not come home yet son Dede..? can we have a little chat..?"

"Oh this wants to go home, how about just talk at home mbah..? All I make is coffee." replied the Lord.

"Waaah.. Possible. But it's not a hassle, Dede to..?" saith.

"No mbah.. I even want someone to visit the house." replied the God while standing and then invited Mbah Sastro to go first.

Just a few steps from the musholla to the house of the Gods. Mbah Sastro appears to be carrying a white package. After allowing Mbah Sastro to sit down, God went straight to the kitchen to make two cups of coffee. The god presented his homemade coffee, "Monggo drunk coffee mba, mumpung still warm.."

"Yes this is how my home is, bachelor's understanding.. Hehehe.."

"Hehhehheh.. Yeah find a wife to son.. Or won't find it..?" sahut Mbah Sastro while pouring coffee in a cup mat.

"Well, you can also mbah.. But the beautiful ones.. Ahhaha.."

"Oh yes, you want to talk about what..?" ask the gods seriously.

After drinking the coffee poured on the cup mat, Mbah Sastro opened the package he brought and pulled out a book. A book that looks old and old.

"This is what Dede wants to read and learn.. Maybe it will be useful for nak Dede later." said Mbah Sastro while proffering the book.

God received the book, an old but well-preserved book, with a cover made of leather. The god opened the book, written in Javanese. The god began to read the book and he felt that something was stirring within his body, he felt the warm air flowing within his body getting firmer as if to force it out from within his body, "Uh.. What's wrong with my body..?" he murmured in the heart.

The god stopped reading and closed the book. He felt that there was power in the book, "I-this is what book..?" The gods looked astonished.

"Hehhehhehhe. It turned out to be true as I thought, you are indeed a match with the book. It is about the canon and spiritualism, the Book you hold is the Book of Kalimasada.."

"Why then did Mbah Sastro hand over this book to me..?" the god was confused

"Hehhehhehhe.. So like this, son Dede, it was fitting for Dede to come home, I saw that there was a great energy locked inside your body..

"At first I hesitated to give up the book, but after knowing that it was a match for you, my doubts were lost.. And now I am calmer the book is in the right hands." explained Mbah Sastro.

The gods are further confused by Sastro's explanation, "Locked power..? Then how do you know that this book is a match with me and I'm the right person..?"

Casually, Mbah Sastro explained about the book held by God, "Kitab Kalimasada contains ancestral teachings, as I have said, the book contains pagan practices and practices of diabolism or spiritualism.."

"I knew right away that the book was a match for you, didn't the moment Dede opened the book there was a rumble and turmoil in your body..? That's a sign there is an inner contact between Nak Dede and the book." replied Mbah Sastro.

"How can there be inner contact..? I just met Sastro..? So what is the benefit of me studying this book mbah..? What is the power within me..?" ask the curious god.

"The book does not see people physically, but looks deep into someone or the so-called true self, one day you will also understand it. Tomorrow morning, Dede will come with me to Wilis Mountain. I'll show you something there.."

"You learn or not the book of kalimasada it is the choice of son Dede." said Mbah Sastro.

Although he did not fully understand the meaning of Sastro's words, God could only nod his head, "Okay, I will try to read this book first.."

Their conversation continues. Did not feel the clock has shown the number 10 nights, Mbah Sastro was said to go home. After the departure of Mbah Sastro, Dewa again opened and read the book that Mbah Sastro entrusted to him. The same thing felt God, turbulent, rumbling in his body when he read the Javanese writing in the book.