THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 4a: Learn the Weighing of Cotton

Rejo chose to look for cotton and cotton that was very light and soft.

For days, Rejo was playing around with that soft cotton. The strong coastal wind, making him unable to translate the softness of cotton.

"If I stay here, I find it very difficult to find the answer, about the softness of this cotton."

Rejo then said goodbye to Shech Belabelu.

"As far as you. I obviously stayed here. Want me to know, what you really got out of that cotton."

"Sendiko, Kanjeng Shech."

Rejo says goodbye to go inland.

In a quiet place, where there is no wind. Rejo fondled that handful of cotton.

"Soft. But what does this have to do with a hard or soft heart, or what does it have to do with water?"

Rejo tried to drop the cotton. The cotton fell slowly, because there was no wind.

When the breeze blows, the cotton falls slightly away.

"Oh, the wind is soft, able to shift the falling position of cotton which is also soft. The wind can also be soft and can be hard.

On the beach, strong winds are like strong winds. Hard inner power blow, can dismantle the wall, like a stone. It's just the wind."

"But, when the stone is dropped, it cannot shift because the stone is heavy. He could only be driven with the brute force of the wind. So, a gentle wind can move a soft object. A strong wind can destroy everything. However, the relatively safe one is the gentle one, because it can follow all the tempestuous wind motion."

"So, soft meet soft, it gives benefits and looks like a change of cotton from where it fell. On the contrary, soft meet hard, like cotton dropped by a strong wind like on the beach, then the fall of irregular cotton. Or vice versa, the stone is dropped, then the gentle wind cannot affect it."

"So I know the answer."

To not be able to toss the waves of the beach, then, I have to be like the waves of the beach. It's like soft but hard water like a wave of the sea."

Rejo, too, played some cotton again. It was placed on his open palm.

"I don't feel any cotton in this hand, because it's so light. Supposedly, I could feel if I could position myself this is lighter than cotton. If I could do it, I would be like water. All right, I'll give it a try."

Rejo then sat down cross-legged.

He tried to 'eliminate' his existence, feeling the whirring of the wind. Rejo believes, no matter how slow the wind blows, it will certainly tarasa on the skin. Rejo's goal is, he can't feel the wind, so he can be like the wind. If it could be like the wind, then it would be lighter than cotton. If so, then Rejo will be able to feel the weight of the cotton. And so, back then, Rejo could be like water.

But this effort is not easy. Rejo still felt a strand of his hair playing with the wind.

Keep and keep trying.

In sitting on his meditation, Rejo finally sensed, he was only as small as the dust among the vast universe. That speck of dust, slowly flew away, and disappeared somewhere.

At that time Rejo did not feel his existence, although in fact he could still hear his own breathing. In fact, the sound of a light shingle of blood flow in each vessel, is also felt.

Rejo seems lost. He doesn't feel anything.

Rejo opened his eyes.

"But!"

The wind was felt again.

"I can actually eliminate the feeling of wind. It was just that, when these eyes opened, the whirring of the wind was felt again. Then, I should try it in an open eye position."

Rejo sat cross-legged more relaxed. This time, his eyes were open.

Rejo started to become as if dust. His eyes were open, but Rejo seemed to see nothing. The eyes were blank, even the eyes were not moving at all. And right, Rejo didn't feel the wind.

Only, only, when Rejo moved the eyeballs, the whirring of the wind was felt again.

"So, you can't move your muscles at all, not even your eye muscles. If that happens, then I am no longer like dust. But back in one piece."

"Then, if you just stay glued, how will I be able to sew the robes of Kanjeng Syech Belabelu?"

Rejo kept trying. And always fail. Until one moment, Rejo tried to move the eyeball very slowly. Even the blank and pushy gaze of the eyes, was very slowly turned into a sharp gaze. The originally blurred vision of the eye, slowly began to take shape.

So slow, to move the eyeball from left to right, it takes a very long time.

However, with this extremely slow movement, it made Rejo remain like dust. He felt nothing, including the wind.

Rejo tried to move his hand, very slowly.

He succeeded as if without weight, he managed to become the wind.

However, once the hand motion would be quick for a bit, a gust of wind was already felt again.

"Oh, so it has to be slow, in order to be gone. Like the earth moving very slowly rotating, so that mountains, houses, trees are not uprooted from the ground, and sea water does not spill. So, this is actually the core of wind science."

Rejo enjoyed the sensation of his absence, even though his eyes were in an open position, and could see what was in front of him.

And to improve his abilities, Rejo began to learn in a standing position. When the absence had already taken hold of him, slowly, Rejo began to move his legs, very slowly. Even starting from treading, lifting the soles of the feet, and starting to stand on foot again, it takes a very long time. However, Rejo still felt his absence.

That day, Rejo managed to move his legs only three steps.

"that's weird. Generally, warriors forge themselves to train speed, however, in order to fuse with nature, being like the wind, it must be extremely slow. Even the wind blows very fast. Allahu akbar."

Having a strong belief, Rejo began to try to find out the weight of cotton.

A pinch of cotton gripped. Then Rejo began to position himself in nothingness.

Slowly, Rejo began to feel the weight of the cotton.

Over time, the weight of cotton is increasingly heavy.

In fact, on one occasion, Rejo was really not strong enough to hold his hand that was grasping cotton. Because, he felt that there was a very heavy object in his grasp.

It opened its hands slowly, and a pinch of cotton fell down, and immediately the wind blew.

"Allahu Akbar's. I have understood. Right now, I will be able to fuse with the sea water. And I can sew a hole in the cape of Kanjng Syech."

Not lost the joy of Rejo, appeared Syech Belabelu.

"That means you can know how much I weigh," said Shech Belabelu with a laugh.

Rejo. He didn't think anyone would see what he was doing.

"Say, the Panjenengan is in the hut, and will wait for a story from me?"

"really. I'm in the hut."

"Well, the genie's here?"

"I'm in the shack. Can't believe it, please see for yourself in that hut."

Rejo confused.

"Isn't the gene here?"

"Yes I'm here."

"Lho, he said, Jenengan's in the shack?"

"Yes, right. I'm in the shack."

"Lho, isn't Jenengan here now?"

"Right, I'm here, and in the shack."

Rejo.

"really?" in Rejo's heart whispered.

"really. Look in the shack, I'll be there."

Rejo chose silence.

"Here you go, now guess how much I weigh?"

"I'm sorry Kanjeng Syech. With such a large body, of course the weight of the genie is very heavy."

"really?"

"Anyone will know, Kanjeng Shech."

"Try to get closer."

Rejo is approaching.

"Split down, and look, what's under my feet."

Rejo saw from a very close distance at the foot of Kanjeng Syech Belabelu.

Rejo was immediately aghast and fell down, because he was so shocked.

Rejo saw that one leg of Shech Belabelu was sitting on a piece of cotton, and the cotton was not stepped on. It was as if all that lay on the cotton was a grain of dust.

"So......"

"Yes, Son. When viewed from the shape of the body, of course my weight is very large. But, in fact, this body can't squeeze the cotton I'm stepping on. This means my body weight is very light."

Rejo.

"What amazes you?"

Rejo.

There's nothing to admire. This is but a speck of knowledge from God for all mankind. Really, nothing great here. Guess what my weight is. Try blowing me up, as hard as you can blow."

Rejo breathed the wind through his mouth.

That fat Syech Belabelu's body, flying like cotton. It even circled around, and clumped in the air.

"son, if you look physically, you will be deceived a lot. But, look with your eyes, you will find the answer. Just like you learned from cotton. In fact, you feel the cotton in your hand is very heavy. Although physically, this cotton is very light. Now, quickly sew the holes in my robe."

"But, Kanjeng. I have not answered how much weight Kanjng Syech. I'm also curious about the science of making myself as light as cotton."

"Sut my cloak, you will have your own answer."

Rejo chose according to.

They walked to the shore, without saying anything.

Uniquely, when walking towards the hut, from a distance, Rejo saw that there was someone inside the hut. From a distance he looks beautiful.

Rejo did not dare to say anything, but his eyes stared intently at the hut to make sure that there was someone in Kanjeng Shech Belabelu's hut.

Rejo was getting more convinced, as the distance was getting closer.

Rejo believes he is walking alongside Shech Belabelu. Only, because there was a figure similar to Shech Belabelu in the hut, Rejo concentrated on the hut, and forgot to the figure beside him.

As soon as he looked to the side, it turned out that the figure of Shech Belabelu was no longer there. Rejo confused looking left-right, even looking around, absolutely no one.

Rejo is not lacking in sense, he saw the footprints that imprint on the sand of the beach.

He found the footprints that went deeper, the sign that stepped was a fat person. However, the trail just disappeared.

Rejo was stunned, and stopped his steps.

"Come on, spiel. How did you still get there!?" shech Belabelu shouted from the hut.

Rejo.

He immediately ran towards the hut.

Observedly the figure of a thick figure in front of him.

Rejo could not find a single feature that could be the conclusion that Syech Belabelu in this hut, is Syech Belabelu who accompanied him to walk from the interior.

"Come there, quickly sew my robe in the ocean" orders Shech Belabelu.

Rejo just scratched his head, and drove towards the beach.

He took off his shirt, and soon he got into the sea.

Rejo did not carry the robes of Kanjeng Shech Belabelu, because he wanted to align himself with the waves of the sea first. The target, he can be as solid as a reef, and blend like sea water. Which remains sturdy despite being hit by a big wave.

Rejo chose to sit cross-legged, and left only part of the head, with the height of the sea water neck. When the waves came, of course Rejo's head was hit by the waves, and made him wave.

However, after learning from cotton, which is to become a grain of dust between the sky, Rejo began to bersemadi.

He imagined only a speck of dew, which would disappear in the morning sun.

Make himself no, even if there really is.

Aye!

Slowly, as Rejo felt his absence, he began to open his eyes. What is seen is not a large wave of sea water that will hit his head, but only as if a sagayung of water that is slowly splashed.

In fact, the big waves hit Rejo's body and head many times. Rejo can be as solid as a reef, Rejo can blend with sea water.

His seat did not change, even as if the sea water broke itself, when it was about to hit his body.

"Alhamdulillah. I can master this unique science" muttered Rejo.

Rejo was acting rather strangely. He wanted to bow down in thanksgiving on the beach, for his success in aligning with the sea water.

Rejo changed his sitting position, and immediately prostrated himself in the water.

Rejo is able to carry out as on land, without being affected at all by the big waves that hit him.

After giving thanks, Rejo immediately went to the hut to pick up the cloak of Shech Belabelu to be sewn into the holes.

"I think you understand. However, there is another request of mine, that is, you should sew it as before, as if without holes," said Shech Belabelu, when he saw Rejo take the robe placed in the corner.

"Well, Kanjeng Syech."

Rejo did not dare to oppose at all, even though he knew, that he did not have the knowledge of sewing sewing. Let alone restore this cloak of holes, become hollow, but leave no marks like stitches. So, like a thread spun into a fabric.

Rejo went into the water, meditated for a while, after he was able to get in tune with the sea water, and had been sturdy like a reef despite being hit by the waves, he started sewing.

The long robe that the sea water played with, made him have trouble sticking the needle in the right place. Although he managed to patch a single hole in the robe, the results were completely disheveled.

Rejo shows Syech Belabelu.

"I've asked you to patch this cloak hole, as if it were without a patch. Here, the result is so disheveled?"

"Sorry kanjeng, because this cloak cloth is played by the waves, so I have difficulty to stick the needle in the appropriate location. So it's not good."

"It's not less good. But not good."

"I'm sorry, Kanjeng Syech."

"Le, know. It is difficult to sew in the water full of waves. However, we are given reason by God, and we are given knowledge by God, we must use the maximum. As long as you rely on your eyes, you will not be able to sew well. Try to use your heart's eyes. Can you not make yourself as small as dust?"

Rejo did not answer. Just nod, and he headed down the waru tree. Sit back and relax, and open the stitches again.

"By using the eyes of the heart. Of course, I have to sew in the closed eye position, so that this eye does not affect. And said Kanjeng Syech earlier, the key, is the same as making yourself like a sturdy reef, which is to be as small as dust. All right, I'll try here."

After picking off all the seams, Rejo immediately sat down cross-legged again. Rejo enters the subconscious, where he seems to be just a speck of dust in the vast universe.

If before, Rejo opened his eyes, this time Rejo still chose to be closed. Rejo tried to see the robe that was about to be sewn. It is very difficult to find a cloak in the big and wide 'nature. Rejo kept trying.

His hands clutching a robe, as if unable to lead him to find the cloak of the Shech Belabelu in the dark universe.

Rejo still can't find him. He had to open his eyes.

"Oh cloak, how can I find you in the universe?" said Rejo himself, to the robe he still held.

After getting enough rest, Rejo tried again. Still failed.

"Unless, I have a foothold. That is, this robe itself. So, I have to sit on this robe, and then stay. But, did I not become a presumptuous disciple, daring to occupy the cloak of the teacher."

Suddenly from the direction of the hut, there was the sound of screaming.

"That's what keeps you from going forward. You have compartmentalized yourself, your mind, your heart, in the confines of dwarfism. You have to let go of that. The nature of teachers and students, not in visible servitude. However, the essence of teachers and students is to carry out what the teacher commands, and hold fast. Not just respecting the robe. Come on Rejo, if you're really sure you can do what I tell you to, just sit on that robe."

Rejo was shocked, but mixed with joy.

Slowly, he spread out the master's robe, then sat on it.

Rejo sat down. Again he made himself, as if a grain of dust in the universe.

It's just, Rejo rests on the robe. He believed, even if he became as if dust, certainly not far from the robe. Even stuck to the robe.

And it's true. When Rejo becomes nothing, he seems to be among the choice of giant cotton threads. Even woven between one cotton thread with another, there is a very large hole.

"Allahu Akbar."

"This is Kanjeng Syech's robe. In this way, I can find out which hole to prick by the needle."

Rejo opened his eyes. Turning respectfully towards the hut, then heading towards the sea.

There was laughter coming from the hut.

"You have understood, Le..."

On the beach, Rejo unfurled the robe, then occupied it right in a hollow section and was about to be sewn.

Rejo began to apply the results of his training.

When his body was as solid as a coral, Rejo began to sew. Only, Rejo's eyes remained closed, and he chose to dive into the sea water.

Rejo saw giant holes in the robe, even grains of sand as if the rock was as big as a buffalo. It was easy for Rejo to choose a hole between the fabric twists. Rejo can even twist cotton yarn, like spun.

Rejo once appeared on the surface to take a breath, then started sewing again.

And so on, until he could close a hole in the robe.

When Rejo opened his eyes, he himself was amazed at the seams. The cloak hole was gone, and as if without stitches. It's just a different color.

"Allahu Akbar."

Rejo bowed in gratitude in the water.

The results of this stitch, immediately shown to Syech Belabelu.

"Hm. Very good your stitches. This is exactly what I want. Let's immediately finish all the holes.You set yourself, if you lack thread, yes please twist the yarn yourself."

Rejo is excited.

The thread runs out doesn't make him desperate. He immediately headed inland to collect cotton. To spin cotton, rejo chose to use the eyes of the heart. Precisely by spinning in the closed eye position, the results of the spinning are extraordinary. The yarn made is quite smooth, with a flat thickness.

Rejo prepared a thread long enough, so that he would no longer run out.

Rejo headed to the beach, and began to sew holes in Syech Belabelu's robe.

For one week, the work of sewing this hole was completed, and the robe returned intact, as if it had never been hollowed out.

"Rejo, in fact you have learned this science that I have, at least half of it."

Rejo just looked down unseen.

“I have been told by Shech Jumadil Kubro, that you will head to the Platah Pajajaran, and will challenge the king's fight there. It is true, whoever you challenge, he is a descendant of Prabu Siliwangi, who is already famous for his magic. Actually, what do you want to learn?”

Rejo did not answer.