THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

Episode 4: Awareness of Syech Belabelu

CHAPTER IV

Studying the Science of the White Tiger

Rejo runs between the river rocks, the southern coastal area. He saw Kanjeng Shech Belabelu's parapet in an empty state.

"Where is Syech?" thought Rejo.

He's approaching the store.

He saw, there was a puff of smoke from the wood burning. That is, there is someone around this store. But where is Kanjeng Syech Belabelu?

Rejo. Didn't find anyone. He only heard the pounding waves of Betalu, which hit the sand of the beach.

I try to find footprints in the sand. Nothing was found.

"It is impossible without a trace, because the body of the very fat Kanjeng Shech Belabelu, must have left footprints in the sand. Where is he going?"

Rejo decided to sit in the courtyard of this banana leaf roof.

Towards the asar prayer, still the awaited does not appear.

Rejo did not want to lose the dzuhur prayer, immediately went to the beach to take the water of the wudlu, and did the prayer in the sand, the courtyard of the padepokan.

In between the wires, Rejo heard the words of his name called. Rejo was very familiar with the owner of the voice.

"Kanjeng Shech Belabelu?"

All that appeared was laughing.

Rejo hastened his wire, and immediately moved to the beach.

Rejo was still listening to the chuckling sound between the waves.

"Where is he?"

Rejo stared out at the high seas. "Is he in the boat?"

There are no boats on the high seas.

"He he he, find out, where I am. Didn't you come here to learn about the science of the white tiger?"

The voice was very close to his ears, as if the one speaking right beside him.

Rejo turned his head, but found no one.

"Ha ha ha, you must be looking for me, right?"

Rejo is still in a daze.

"Ha ha ha, let's find me. To find me alone, you have trouble, let alone want to learn the science of the white tiger. Where is the greatness of the students of Resi Swadaraya and Resi Hitu Dawiya. And the young man who can defeat the Majapahit King. Ha ha ha.. Let's find me," said a voice, right in Rejo's ear.

Rejo was getting serious.

He ignored the voice that appeared in his ears.Rejo immediately sat down cross-legged, and faced towards the southern sea. Rejo tried to meditate. Letting himself be as calm as possible. Ignored the sound of waves hitting the beach sand.

Ignored the voice that scorned him.

Rejo wanted to find an atmosphere in solitude.

He doesn't care. His body was hit by the waves on the beach.

He tried to stay seated cross-legged, and was very calm.

Somewhat long Rejo was finally able to find an atmosphere of calmness.

Slowly, the sound of the waves began to dissipate.

There is only silence. In fact, strong wind on the beach was not felt at all.

Rejo in solitude.

"Allahs... Allahs... God," heartbroken Rejo.

Continuously.

He doesn't want to be distracted by anything.

The voice mail disappeared, and there was only Rejo himself. In fact, the waves were no longer heard.

Just because the day factor started to darken, which made Rejo waver. Because he has not prayed asar.

So, the meditation was ended, and immediately took the water wudlu on the beach, then salat asar.

Rejo did not move until the time of Maghrib prayer arrived, until the prayer isya.

After Isya's prayer, Rejo was determined to find the whereabouts of Shech Belabelu.

"God willing, I will find Panjengan," whispered Rejo, accompanied by a burst of energy in Rejo's Hope, his voice could be heard by Syech Belabelu, wherever he was.

Aye!

In Rejo's ears, he heard a chuckling sound.

Rejo immediately sat cross-legged on the sand of the beach. Rejo took out a handful of sand, and he immediately made a massive deep-energy filling move. Plus, the collection of energy in through the gusts of very strong coastal wind. The knowledge obtained from the king of Majapahit is very effective to use on the beach that has strong winds.

Once it was believed that each grain of sand contained a great amount of energy, Rejo immediately threw a handful of sand, as he could, in various directions. Up, up, up a bit.

Amazingly, each grain of sand was shot very fast like a needle. Every grain of sand hits whatever is in the way. Some coconut trees can be hollowed by grains of sand.

However, a chuckling sound was still heard in Rejo's ears.

That is, the throw was not about Syech Belabelu.

Rejo repeated again. This time, he threw in more directions.

As soon as it was thrown, Rejo heard a falling sound.

"Because, finally," cried Rejo, as he ran towards the thudding sound.

However, only the former fell, from the top of the coconut tree, but his figure was absent.

"Oh, so, this whole day, it's at the top of the coconut tree" whispered Rejo with deep energy.

Rejo heard a chuckling sound again.

"You won't work a second time. Try shooting with sand again. It's just a children's toy that's new to the canon," said a voice in Rejo's ear.

The night was dark, making Rejo's eyes unable to escape observing the entire area.

Rejo did not rely on the strength of his eyes. He closed his eyes, and opened his eyes wide. Supported by the enormous internal exertion, it was very easy for Rejo to detect anything in the dark through wave vibrations.

Surprisingly, Rejo found no human vibration around him.

"Ha ha ha, if your ability is only that, there is no way you can find me. Come on, give me all you got" said one voice in Rejo's ear.

Rejo believes that Syech Belabelu is not far from him. Kanjeng Syech knows what he is doing. But Rejo did not know where the Kanjeng Shech was.

Rejo sat cross-legged, trying to look as far as he could. There really was no presence of a human figure.

Rejo himself astonished.

However, he was able to detect the presence of animals in the darkness of the night.

"Where is Kanjeng Syech?" muttered Rejo himself.

He heard a voice chuckling in his ear.

"He shouldn't be far from here. Why is his presence unknown to me? Does he really have a unique science that can eliminate vibrations?"

"What science? Ha ha ha? You alone are less bitter to use your abilities," said a voice, very close to his ear.

Rejo is getting challenged.

"Use your smart brain."

"Think of it like a rat-tong."

After that, Rejo did not hear any sound, except the sound of waves pounding.

"What's with the rat tong-tong?"

Rejo.

"What distinguishes rat tong-tong from other animals? Or, what distinguishes a tongtong rat from another mouse?"

Rejo then smiled to himself.

"Ha ha ha. Kanjeng Syech, soon I will find Panjenengan," cried Rejo as he danced.

"What distinguishes rat tong-tong with ordinary rats, is, the shape of the body. Rat tongs are fat, while ordinary rats are skinny. So, when pinned down an ordinary mouse will definitely rely on running speed. While the tongtong rat, whose body is fattened, surely the running rate is not tight. For that, he chose to stay in place, to look at the situation."

"So, I was told to think like a rat-tong, just a trick. The truth is, I have to think that what I'm chasing right now is a rat-tong, not an ordinary mouse that can run fast. This means that the lush-bodied Kanjeng Syech, likens itself to a rat-tong, who is not going anywhere. The point is, Kanjeng Syech Belabelu actually, stay here. That's for sure."

"But where?"

Rejo was pensive again.

It didn't take long for Rejo to find the answer.

"Alhamdulillah. I now know, where the panjenengan is," Rejo said accompanied by a deep exertion of energy.

The hope is that Syech Belabelu will hear.

"Try to find."

There was a whispering voice in his ear. This signifies what Rejo is talking about.

"I had to learn from the rat tong-tong. The place that the rat tong-tong likes the most is the safest place. It's in the hole. And that is, in the ground. Kanjeng Syech, I know where Njenengan is. It was in the ground" cried Rejo.

Rejo decided this, because as soon as he exerted his inner strength around, he felt no human presence. Of course, the inner power will be neutral again, once it hits the ground. That way, it would be impossible for Rejo to detect the presence of Syech Belabelu.

Rejo's mind, to dig the ground, took a long time for Shech Belabelu, when he heard the sound of a fall. That is, the existence of Syech Belabelu, certainly not too far from where it fell earlier. This was the reason why Rejo did not find the figure of Syech Belabelu, as soon as he approached the source of the voice. All Rejo saw was a former person falling in the sand.

Rejo walked towards where the person had fallen.

Scrawled sand.

Is correct. He found the cloth.

Once scratched more, then the figure looks buried and only part of the nostrils are not buried.

He smiled cackling.

Rejo immediately sat down cross-legged, and bowed respectfully.

"Lumayan.. you are not too stupid, you are not," said Kanjng Syech Belabelu while patting Rejo's shoulder.

Rejo was silent, remaining in a position of respect.

In the hut, Rejo just kept quiet.

He knew how great the person in front of him was.

"Now, I hold you accountable. You threw the sand in. Look, what happened to my robe," said Shech Belabelu, showing his broad robe here and there, pierced by sand.

"For example, Kanjeng Syech."

"Nothing, not your fault. I only ask for help, you sew again, the holes in this robe. If the hole in this robe has been sewn all, then I will teach you whatever you ask."

"Now, Kanjeng Syech."

"But there are conditions. That is, the stitches should be neat. Second, you must sew it while soaking in the sea, and thirdly, you can sew this robe, at night. Already, let's go to sleep. Later in the morning, let's get up for evening prayers."

Rejo just gawking.

Shech immediately threw himself in the sand, in the hut, and turned his back on Rejo.

Rejo just stared at the back of Kanjeng Syech.

Rejo immediately closed his eyes, as it was impolite to look at the teacher's back.

Rejo opted out of the hut, while carrying the much-perforated robe in his right hand. Rejo chose to sleep under a waru tree, covered in beach sand.

Only the face looks. While the robe full of holes, neatly folded next to his head.

Early in the morning, he woke up Syech Belabelu to be invited to congregational evening prayers until the morning.

"Now, we split the task. I'm looking for fish to eat, you go into the forest, you look for cotton fibers or something else, to put on the cloak."

Rejo went away. Rejo looked for as much cotton as possible, to be spun into yarn. Rejo also prepared the needles.

Within two days, the thread and needle were ready.

"Okaya salat isya, please enter the water of the beach, and begin to sew holes in this robe" orders Shech Belabelu.

Rejo nodded.

And, after Isha's prayer, bare-chested, Rejo began to enter the cold sea water, and he began to sit cross-legged, with the water level around the navel to the chest.

Rejo started looking around for holes in the robe, to sew.

The waves continuously hit his stomach and chest. This makes it difficult to stick the needle in the right place. Not to mention the twisting of yarn from the cotton he prepared, tangled in the waves.

Many times Rejo failed to stick the needle in the desired place, then Rejo realized, that sewing a cloak hole, in the condition of being hit by waves, is not easy.

"Allahu Akbar's. It turns out that it is not easy to sew in this condition. Not to mention the robe I was about to sew, dragged by the waves. In fact, I was asked to sew neatly. Really, I didn't think it was this difficult, even if it was just sewing a hole. What exactly is Kanjeng Syech Belabelu trying to do with this self?"

Last night, Rejo really didn't get any results. Let alone close one hole neatly, to stick a needle, quite difficult. Not to mention the pitch black conditions, increasing the difficulty of Rejo.

"How many holes did you sew last night?" ask Syech Belabelu, after the morning prayers.

"There's not a single Kanjeng Shech. Besides being dark, I had trouble sticking needles in the places I was aiming for, because these bodies and robes were being played with by the waves."

"He he he. if you use such a way, of course, until one year the holes in the robe will not be finished you sew. Perhaps, the robe was even destroyed because it was constantly exposed to sea water. Already, after the dluha prayer, you rest first. You look tired."

It was only late afternoon that Rejo had time to think and reflect. He tried to get into the sea water, and exerted his strength within. As it turned out, the waves of sea ait energy, were much more intense. The energy in Rejo seems to have no meaning at all.

"Of course there is no need for internal energy. But in what way?"

Rejo tried to stand in the sea. When the big waves came, his body rolled.

"Also not for what it is. Then, what should I do?"

Rejo will sew holes in the robe, when he is absolutely sure he can be sturdy when hit by the waves.

Rejo is trying to find a way. Using the hard way, which is the exertion of energy in, there is no meaning at all.

"I have to how?"

Rejo tried various ways to stay upright in the onslaught of waves. But still failed.

One time, he saw a bamboo pole firmly planted in the sea. The bamboo milestone was so tough despite being hit by waves of any size.

"Do I need to bury a little of my body, a little unsteady in the waves?"

Once tried, it did not produce any results. Rejo presumably immersed his lower body in the sand, still, it was shaken by the waves.

In fact, when Rejo buried his body as deep as the navel, it was still the waves of the sea were able to shake him.

"Son, again you will forever not be able to finish sewing my robe, if you still think like that. You've been able to break the rat tong-tong. Now find a lesson from the sea water," said Shech Belabelu, after congregational prayers.

"Thinking about the sea? What's with the sea?"

"really. What happened to the sea? Very clear and easy. For you will plunge yourself in it every day. Let's find it."

Rejo began to direct his intelligence to know the secret of sea water.

"Son. I tell you a little, sea water can oscillate you with its waves. Don't you know why?"

"Because sea water has energy."

"Wrong."

"Because sea water is driven by wind."

"More wrong."

"Because......"

"Because the sea water has two equally great powers, namely soft strength and rough strength. Find."

Rejo decided to throw himself into the sea again.

"Sea water has equal strength between smooth and rough. If brute strength has been proven, by relaxing my body. But where is the gentle power of sea water?"

Rejo said as his hand played the sea water.

"Smooth side of sea water. Which one is it?"

Rejo looked at the nanar to his hand, which rattled the southern seawater, then the water fell from his hand.

Long seen, Rejo finally realized, that the soft side of the water was, he was shapeless. He is easily divorced, but it is very easy to merge again.

In fact, when there is another energy that supports water, the soft power can be transformed into a brute force, or hard power, like a wave because of the energy of water, boiling water because it is supported by fire, water freezes because of cold temperatures.

"So, I must have a gentle nature like water, so that I cannot be thrown away by the waves of this sea water."

"But how can I get into the water?"

Rejo tried to sit on the beach. He was allowed to drown and roll in the waves. However, he did not learn anything. In addition to several times having to gulp sea water, and his head was dizzy from rolling over.

"There must be a way, to awaken this soft side of the self."

Having spent so much time trying to find no answer, Rejo ventured to ask Syech Belabelu.

"Kanjeng Shech, I don't know, how should I be like water?"

"Ha ha ha, of course you can't."

"Why?"

"Because you have the test, while the water does not exist."

"meaning?"

"Because of the gentle nature of the water, he will follow the shape of the container. As for you, despite being in any container, your form has not changed. That's the difference."

"So, what should I do?"

"He learns from water, but it doesn't have to be like water."

"meaning?"

"Have a soft side that is maximal in a dense body. Water can indeed become dense, when exposed to very cold winds. At the top of the mountain. However, it returns to water when exposed to heat. As humans, we cannot do that. Even if we are on top of the mountain or in the heat, our endud remains dense."

"I still don't understand."

"We have a wadag that doesn't change, but it can grow. Why can it grow? Because within us there is blood flowing. Why does blood flow? Because it contains a lot of water."

"So, what should I do?"

"In our solid wadag, there is a lot of water in it, namely in the blood. And that blood follows our wadag. So, in fact, we can get vessels out of water easily, but we can't be like water, because our blood is blocked and washed by the skin. So, there is a difference between water outside the body, with water in the body. But, actually, the two can still be in tune."

"I still don't understand."

"Well, it's hard for me to explain to you. Tell you what, you think, is the most gentle, but has a form?"

"Cotton and cotton."

"Other?"

"Fur."

"Other?"

"Hair."

"Other?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"I don't know."

"I tell you, a solid object that can be soft, is a heart."

Rejo.

"I'm sorry Kanjeng Syech, what does soft water have to do with the heart?"

"The heart is indeed a tangible object, which is in the human body. He can be as hard as steel, can be as hard as stone. But, it can be as soft as water, as soft as cotton. How the mind of the owner of the heart."

"Then, how can it be connected with the Jenengan's order to sew a robe in seawater?"

"You turned out to be stupid, too. Find it yourself."

Rejo.

He no longer dared to ask.

Rejo chose to find his own answer. The human heart is very hard, but also very soft.

"But how can I know if this heart is hard or not, if it cannot be held by hand?"