THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 2: LOOKING FOR SUBAKIR SYECH

Rejo chose to start the journey during the day, because he was afraid to meet begal or wild animals.

Not ceaselessly, he felt misgivings, while in the village. He was afraid to meet bad people. To that end, the royal sword and all the identifying marks as swordsmen were hidden tightly in bundles.

Rejo, who is still in his teens, chose to dress like a farm boy.

Rejo walked slowly. Sometimes, he entered the village, and sat under the shady tree. Many people go to the tree of worship. Worship the god.

Rejo confused. If he was still Hindu, of course he went to pray to the temple or to the temple or to the wingit tree.

He is now Islamic. A new religion he embraced. But he didn't know what to do with his new religion.

Amazingly Rejo, he did not follow along. Although he did not understand what Islam was, all he knew was the reading of the Shahadah. That's all Syech Belabelu taught him.

So, he read only two sentences of the creed continuously, until the people who pray on the wingit tree are finished. Rejo doesn't know what to do. Because, throughout his journey, he had never found a Muslim.

Mostly, in every village that is visited, if not meet Hindus, Buddhists, or worshipers of trees, caves and mountains.

"What religion is Islam? I was not taught anything by Kanjenhg Syech Belabelu. I've only ever seen people of strange movements, the time at his boarding house Syech Belabelu, called the mosque," Rejo murmured.

"But, since I am no longer a Hindu, then, I must learn about Islam, and all its efforts of worship. But who do I have to learn from?"

"Well, should I do the moves I've seen? I have to remember it again."

Rejo started trying to make the move as he remembered. Starting to stand and hands crossed, then movements like a rukuk, which should be iktidal, Rejo did not know, he immediately prostrated, then sat down. Done it.

And so, from that moment on, when he saw people flocking to the temple, or the sanctuary in the morning, Rejo looked for a quiet place, and then he made those movements. He always recited the word shahadah.

"I don't really know who to worship. Shech Belabelu said that God is the God of all things. But I don't know where God's God is? Why didn't Syech Belabelu teach me completely? Why was I told to go look for Shech Subakir?

Why won't Shech Belabelu make me a student?"

"God, God, who I do not know what form it is, Where are you, give me this guide to know more about the religion of Islam. I don't know who to ask? Because, most people are still Hindu."

Along the way, Rejo always does his own version of 'salat', and reads only two sentences of shahadah.

Until he reached the village of Candi Siri Duchy of Panjer (now Kebumen Regency), he saw a shabby white-robed figure, sitting quietly on a ceper stone, in the Karanganyar river.

(photo taken from: wahyupancasila.com)

Rejo stunned. He saw that figure so calm. His head is tilted to the left and right.

Because it was so fun, it did not feel Rejo's head also swayed, even though he did not know what to read. Rejo patiently waited for the person to finish 'darkening' the head. Until the sun goes down, then the shabby-robed person finishes his activity.

He went to the water and washed his face, hands and feet.

That person, standing in one direction, and raising his hand, then bowed.

Rejo who saw this gasped. That movement, exactly the same as his.

And so, from his place, Rejo, while repeatedly turning towards the cloaked man, he imitated the movement for the sake of the person's movements, until it was finished.

Once done, people sit cross-legged again on the ceper stone, then shut up.

The day has darkened. Rejo couldn't see in that darkness.

So, inevitably Rejo got closer to the cloaked person, in order to see his movements.

His skin bitten by mosquitoes is no longer felt, because Rejo is so pounding and happy to meet the figure who is believed to be Muslim. Rejo hopes he gets a lesson about his new religion.

"Young man, I know you're hiding behind a rock. Here," suddenly the cloaked figure greeted, in a quiet voice, but quite heavy.

Rejo slowly walked out from behind the stone, and walked over.

"Here, sit with me," the man in the robes.

After sitting face to face, then Rejo could see the cloaked figure clearly.

His face was soft, with quite thick eyebrows. His beard was thick enough to cover his jaw which still looks sturdy. His nose is sharp, but his eyes are narrow, indicating he is not Javanese. Sturdy muscle groats on both arms, visible when the clothes of his robe are revealed. His two shoulders were also quite field, a sign he was actually trained.

"Son, who are you?"

"I'm Rejo."

"You're too young to be adventurous."

Rejo.

Learning from the meeting with Syech Belabelu who is piritanding, Rejo was chagrined with a cloaked figure.

"Hmm, I see there's doubt in you. But I also saw a strange light on your forehead. Who are you really? Coba tell me."

Unsuspecting, Rejo begins to tell who he is. About her teachers, and about her meeting with Shech Belabelu, and ending, she did a worship movement.

"Oh... have you met Adi Belabelu?"

Rejo's eyes immediately sparkled. He believes this cloaked figure, must have something to do with Syech Belabelu or Syech Subakir.

"You're looking for Adi Subakir now?"

Rejo was more excited, hearing this figure calling Syech Subakir as Adi.

"Young man, know, my name is Jumadil Kubro. People call me Syech Jumadil Kubro. Judging from your age, most adrift five or seven years away with my nephew, Raden Rahmat. You are both sons of the kingdom. The difference is, at your current age, you are adventurous, Grace is still alive in the kingdom of Campa. I pray to Allah, that in time, you may be brought together as a friend" said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo of course did not understand what he was talking about.

"I look at you, immediately thinking of my niece. This is because I saw a strange light also on the forehead of Mercy. Exactly. That's why I remember him."

Rejo stays down.

"So you are now Muslim?"

Rejo nodded.

"But, by Adi Belabelu, you were taught nothing but two sentences of the creed."

Rejo nodded again.

"Assalamualaikum Adi Belabelu. You have nothing, you have given me your responsibility, to teach this young man" said Shech Jumadil Kubro, as if in front of him were Shech Belabelu.

Rejo was shocked of course. Because, around him there is no one, other than just him and Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo's mind immediately led to the science of Ngrogo Suksmo. A high-level science that not everyone can master. The science of 'traveling' far away, with the body container not moving from where he lives or sits, or lying down.

This time, the rejo is presented with the 'attraction' of the science of Ngrogoh Suksmo, in full consciousness.

"Ha ha ha.. You say, this child has extraordinary talent? Yes I know it. But, I saw a ray of light on his forehead, just like the ray I saw on Grace. Yes, the prince of Cempa. Son of Maulana Makdum Ibrahim Asmarakandi. Exactly... May Allah bring them together in his day. But, this kid is kind of older."

After that, Syech Jumadil Kubro, silent. But, sometimes smiling, strapping, and mangosteen.

"Oh, so you didn't teach this child, because you didn't feel your knowledge matched this child's wadag? Truly, Hindu science is the key in him? Does the science of Adi Subakir fit?"

Rejo. His brain was directly them-described, what exactly the two powerful people who were far apart.

"Oh, so, Kanjeng Shech Belabelu did not teach me, because his scientific character did not match my wadag or body. Oh, so. I really don't know why I had such a bad prejudice against him" Rejo thought.

Heart relieved.

"What if I teach him?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro then mangosteen.

"alright. Greetings waalaikum."

Rejo stays down.

"Son, you heard it yourself. I just spoke to Belabelu. And it is true that you were not taught the science of Belabelu, for your wadag is not suitable. Okay, you stay a few days with me. I will teach you one or two sciences, while I teach you what Islam is."

Rejo immediately saluted.

"Before you learn Islam. There, you shower. Clean and purify your body."

Rejo remained respectful, then retreated.

Rejo immediately threw himself into the times.

How cold it sinks in every pore.

Rejo tried to hold on.

"You will continue to be cold if you do not know the secret of life. Didn't you ever see two cork fish, when your body was hot. One survived and the other matured. Find the answer to that event. Now, you must not go out of the water, as long as you cannot find the secret of life in the event of the cork," said Shech Jumadil Kubro, then he continued to pray Isha.

Rejo immediately thought hard and remembered the events of the cork fish.

"One cork fish ripened, and I ate it. But because my stomach was like coals, I spewed again, and the fish meat became charred. What from that event," Rejo murmured as his body shivered.

His teeth were clenching withstanding the coldness that rained down on each of his skin.

"Ah, of course not. Because the fish died because he did not realize the danger threatening him, in the hot water. So, I was supposed to discover the secret of living cork fish, and swim away from the hot water. Yes... I have to find out from the event of the survival of one cork fish. But, what?"

Rejo has started to mess up. He was talking to himself, in an attempt to ward off the cold.

"One cork fish is alive because he soon realizes that there is a danger threatening him. For that he is always vigilant. But what does this have to do with cold water or hot water? The cold water, the cork fish survived, the hot water the fish died."

"I have to how?"

The cold was getting whackier, even though Rejo had not wet all his hair.

"I have to find the answer soon. If it's too long, I can freeze to death."

Rejo completely twisted his brain as he could, between his mouth that was rumbling.

"It's river. Water's cold. There must be fish living here. Why are the fish here still alive, even in very cold water conditions? Of course, cork fish can live, with a fixed temperature. Once exposed to the heat, he had difficulty adjusting. For that, he's dead!"

"What's the key?"

Gigi Rejo's grinding incoherently. Lips turning blue.

Syech Jumadil Kubro remains immersed in his wirid.

"There's definitely fish here. He can live. I have to be like that fish."

In fact, if Rejo's science had not been locked in his body, it would have been easy for him to overcome the coldness of this water. However, once his knowledge is inoperable, Rejo cannot do anything.

So, he was now struggling like a child who had just learned to walk. Trained and fell.

Try to regulate breathing according to the direction of science. Result nil. His body remained shivering pierced by the temperature of the cold water. Various ways of breathing is done, still unable to warm his body.

"I have to how?" muttered Rejo, getting closer to losing his mind.

"Be like a fish. Flowing like water" said Shech Jumadil Kubro, suddenly.

"So like a fish and flowing like water? What'sthat?"

Not wanting to die silly, Rejo immediately did as he could.

Let her body freeze as it is. Rejo tried to enjoy the coldness of the water that hit his skin. Grinding his teeth, left to sound as it is. None were arrested or resisted.

Let her body freeze as it is. The trembling is more intense, if not to say almost like floundering.

Rejo didn't fight back at all.

Try 'friend' with that cold water.

Almost ten minutes of trying, making Rejo's body completely numb. But this time it was the opposite. Rejo is only able to master his common sense. Allowed his body to fuse with the cold water, except for his common sense.

Gradually, Rejo no longer felt cold. His brain could hear the sharp gurgling of water crashing into the rock. As if, Rejo only consists of the head and his common sense.

"I don't feel the cold at all. What is this thing called blending with cold water like a fish, and flowing like water?"

"really. You can do it well. Immerse your head. Come together with water like a fish, and flow like water."

Rejo obeyed the orders of Syech Jumadil Kubro.

As soon as his head was immersed in the water, until his entire body was invisible on the surface, a chill instantly pierced into his head. The head piercing immediately whack amazingly. Not to mention he had to hold his breath so as not to enter the water.

Rejo only briefly survives, and soon appears on the surface again.

This time, the coldness again struck his entire body.

"Squeaky. It didn't feel cold, why is it cold now?"

"Because you are trying to resist the cold, as soon as your head is put in the water. Try not to fight."

Rejo started again. He tried to make friends with cold water. As soon as his body went back to numbness, slowly, Rejo drowned his head. The cold water rain started to pierce the skin of his cheeks, all over his head, and instantly gave rise to a sense of dizziness.

Rejo tried to make friends coldly, as soon as his head went all in the water.

But, he had to hold his breath. Before long, Rejo pulled his head, and he immediately gasped for breath.

"Son, you must be completely united in the water. Do that, don't think you have to breathe, don't think you're cold. Come together in water like a fish, and flow like water."

Rejo followed.

He then put his head in the water again. Doesn't feel cold. Rejo felt he could blend with the water like a fish. Rejo doesn't think he needs to breathe. Rejo did it casually.

Although Rejo was conscious, he had no idea how long he had stayed in the water without breathing it. If rejo remained closed, he did not know that the day was near morning. The sunlight had already rained down on the ground, burning the morning dew.

As soon as Rejo's eyes opened, he was startled, seeing that the surrounding nature was already brightly lit. Rejo saw Syech Jumadil Kubro sitting cross-legged on the rock, while shaking his head. His hand turned the prayer beads.

"You did it, son. Come out of the water, and here, draw near to me" said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

However, Rejo was unable to move his entire body. Rigid body.

"How is this?"

"Now, surround you with air and the environment. Then your body will be able to move again."

Rejo obeyed Syech Jumadil Kubro. He's setting his breath.

Penetrate, pull, blow, pull.

Rejo makes his body relax. His mind was directed all over his skin. He tried to feel the wind. He knew, there was a wind blowing because his face and hair were swaying.

"There's wind. I should have felt it" said Rejo.

This is Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"good. That's how it works. Try to unite yourself with the air around. Almost the same way, when you are joined to water."

However, what Rejo did was a failure, when he reached the point he was about to move a limb.

"You will not be able to do it, if you use pencak silat methods. Remember, you must flow like water, and float like the wind."

This intelligent and genius Rejo easily found the answer.

"Oh, so I'm forbidden to breathe. All right, I'll try."

Rejo made his mind as relaxed as possible, then started breathing normally.

Made his body accept the environment as it is..

After ten minutes in a very relaxed state, Rejo felt a gust of wind groping his arm.

"Why just the arms and the head? Why don't the legs and stomach feel the wind?"

"Because you already feel you can, as soon as you feel a gust of wind. That was a fatal mistake. If humans already feel they can, then, next can be guessed. He will be bored, otherwise he will be lazy, otherwise he will be arrogant. That's how you feel right now."

Rejo.

He remembered, didn't he drown himself in the water just now, he only felt for a moment. Apparently, he didn't breathe until morning.

"So, the key is to let anything happen?"

"The key is, you give it all back to God. Total surrender. That's what actually makes humans strong and alert."

Rejo immediately positioned himself as a figure that was nothing. His body was made as relaxed as possible, and tried to let whatever felt on his skin.

Ten minutes later, his legs suddenly moved freely. The pain is gone, not stiff, also not cold.

"Alhamdulillah, you have been able to do everything right. Come on, take another shower, shampoo again. Then come here."

Rejo obeyed the orders of Syech Jumadil Kubro, and was eager enough to soon get a lesson on Islam.

"Son. Islam teaches us to be useful to the universe. For this reason, we may become knowledgeable human beings. Whatever if based on science, of course there is a point. But, if everything without science would be in vain."

"And the most basic of Islam is to carry out the five pillars. And this is actually not just an obligation, but it becomes our need as human beings. Son, you're too young to be in the higher sciences. Your Hindu teacher, so eager to make you the number one killer. That's what's now a problem, because, not only the science that's put into you, but also including the food and drink that's been cast into the spell. That money's all in your blood. If you practice the pillars of Islam, then, it is the cleansing of your blood and soul."

Rejo. Bows.

"When you carry out the pillars of Islam, your body will certainly give a tremendous reaction. At least you will be sick. That is okay, as long as it does not create damage and harm others. Get this kid!"

"Remember my message, whenever. You must clean yourself constantly. Actually, it's also a reminder to me. Islam teaches us to act the horn of manners. This is an example of our prophet. As much as possible, we should imitate the teachings of the Prophet."

"Are you ready?"

Rejo nodded.

"Tell me two words of creed in front of me."

Rejo uttered two sentences of shahadah.

"Do you know what it means?"

Rejo nodded.

"Tell me."

"I testify, there is no god but Allah, and I testify Prophet Muhammad is the messenger of Allah."

"Has that meaning entered your heart?"

Rejo.

"Try now, you say the meaning of the word in your heart, and recite it."

Rejo did that order.

As soon as his heart uttered the words of the shahada and deciphered them, it was full of consecration.

Suddenly a sense of heat emerged from his tailbone. The heat then spread towards the stomach, thighs. Continued towards his chest and calves. Before long, his entire body was already feeling hot.

Long time, it's burning.

"Now, it's up to you. That heat is a reaction from your old science. You will be tormented. But, if you deny Gusti Alloh as your god, then the heat will disappear. This is the lightest reaction of your science. How's Rejo?"

Rejo.

"Try thinking again."

Rejo kept shaking.

"You will suffer for the rest of your life. In fact, this is the lightest. Catch again. Do you want to deny Islam?"

Rejo kept shaking.

He can't talk. Rejo bit his lower lip, in an attempt to endure the excruciating pain in his body, which came from the burning heat.

Syech Jumadil Kubro was silent.

He let Rejo in pain.

Because the shelf is resistant, Rejo immediately menjura respect, and will go into the river.

"Don't go inside times. It will only add heat to your body. Control the heat within yourself."

Rejo's eyes stared at Syech Jumadil Kubro. His mouth is locked.

"Well, you don't know yet. Read, astaghfirullahaladzim. That's an istighfar reading. Ask Allah for forgiveness."

Rejo immediately tried to read Istighfar.

It turned out Rejo's mouth was like embers. There was a gust of wind burning from Rejo's mouth. It was as if there was fire spouting from his mouth.

"Astaghfirullahal adzim."

"Astaghfirullahal adzim."

Rejo continued to read Istighfar.

For hours Rejo read Istighfar, until he finally felt his body heat begin to decrease. Cold begins to be felt in the head and legs, then travels to the neck and calves. Until finally Rejo only felt the heat in the tail bone only.

Before long, the heat disappeared.

"So, in this tailbone, are my old sciences locked?" muttered Rejo wonder.

"Really Nak. Now you know. And such is the reaction when you worship Allah."

Rejo looked down unseen.

"I am proud of your perseverance against the heat, and your perseverance maintains faith in Allah, even though you are in pain. Alright. You now know the risks you face if you learn about Islam."

Rejo rejoice. And he was ready to get further Islamic lessons.

Syech Jumadil Kubro taught about prayer, and Rejo was asked to memorize the entire reading, including its meaning.

Merely, just once reading, Rejo had already felt the heat start to flow from his tailbone. Inevitably, Rejo again concentrated on reading Istighfar.

As soon as Istighfar read, the heat returned 'in' to his tailbone.

"I had to find a way, how to keep the heat in the tailbone from spreading again. I had to memorize the prayer reading immediately, so that I could worship properly" Rejo murmured..

Then, Rejo chose to continue to memorize prayer readings, even though his body was hit by heat. To reduce the heat, he chose to go back into the water.

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled.

When Rejo had soaked as deep as the neck, he memorized the recitation of the prayer, at the direction of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

It was hot, but Rejo ignored it. He concentrated on memorizing the prayer readings.

The heat starts to spread throughout the body. Because Rejo was soaking in the very cold water, Rejo did not feel the cold.

"Son... Nak.... Sometimes those difficulties will lead us to ease, and blessing. Why did you choose to memorize while soaking?"

"Let me memorize soon."

"Well, what do you recite?"

"Ictidal's speech."

"Get out of the water. And try to recite the iktidal reading that you have memorized."

As soon as it gets out of the river. Rejo tried to recite the iktidal reading. It turned out, everything that had been memorized out of the head while in the water, just disappeared.

"Well, you know why you forget when you get out of the river?"

"No."

"For when you are in the water, your mind can calmly memorize. However, when you are outside the river, your mind is actually already wracked with fear of the heat that arises from you. For that, what you have memorized, just disappears."

Rejo.

"For that reason, why did I say that you did not have to go back into the water."

"Then, how should I be?"

"Do what you can, as a human being."

"Like a normal human being?"

"Yes, right! Like a normal human being."..

Rejo immediately sat cross-legged on one of the stones, and he began reciting the recitation of the prayer, with the guidance of Syech Jumadil Kubro.

The heat is starting to feel.

Rejo immediately read Istighfar.

The heat goes back into the tailbone.

And so on.

Finally, the reading position is reversed. Generally, Rejo read Istighfar first, just chanting the prayer reading. And always, beginning with istighfar. .

The heat can be pressed.

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled.

"You've found a way. Come on, try to memorize everything. I'll go first. I'll be back later. Never leave this river. Perform five prayers a time. I must be back. For your plan to find Shech Subakir, put it down first. Performing the prayer correctly is more important. You can pray properly, right? Yes it is," said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro's body immediately shot, and immediately disappeared.

It's Rejo himself.

He is very enthusiastic and passionate about memorization, combined with Istighfar.

Not enough to memorize, Rejo also directly practices performing prayers. He had already memorized out of his head about the prayer movement.

It's just that, he couldn't concentrate any more seriously, because the heat spreading through the tailbone was quite disturbing.

Rejo tried and kept trying.

One night, while sleeping he dreams of meeting with Shech Belabelu..

This pond-bodied Kanjeng sunan stroked his two shoulders.

"Son, you must learn to be solemn in prayer. That way, you will not feel the heat. Khusu is, you feel seen by Allah, or you feel as if you are looking at Allah in front of you. Or think that you will die tomorrow, so worship and pray earnestly. Insha Allah you will be able to feel the solemnity of prayer" said Shech Belabelu, in a dream.

When he woke up, Rejo still felt a fragrant aroma on the two shoulders of Syech Belabelu.

"So, I'm not actually dreaming. The proof, I felt a fragrant aroma on these two shoulders," Rejo himself murmured.

Rejo has not understood, how 'figure' Allah swt it. But, he could sense that he was always being watched by something.

"Perhaps, this is what Kanjeng Syech Belabelu meant, that I was always being watched. Is this really my feeling of being watched by God?"

Then, Rejo immediately performed the prayer. He he maintained the feeling that he was being watched by the Gusti of God.

The effect is incredible. He didn't feel the heat in his tailbone. But, still, Rejo was actually not able to fervor, as his mind was directed towards his tailbone.

"This is what the solemn prayer says? That I don't feel the heat in the tailbone?"

Rejo really doesn't know.

Even so, he was already able to enjoy the sensation of prayer. He felt that this prayer was actually for himself. Not for anyone.

"It is amazingly true this religion of Islam. I did not choose wrong. The prayer movement is very simple, but it is at the core of all the pencak silat movements I have ever learned. Really, this is the best and right way of meditation" Rejo murmured himself.

So, since that time, Rejo increasingly bitter to perform prayers and prayers. Throughout the day, he could perform many prayers.

In fact, he was so excited to perform prayers and prayers until he overflowed for some time he stayed at that time. In fact, he almost forgot his original purpose of being in that place, if only Syech Jumadil Kubro did not greet him.

"Assalamualaikum" said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

"Assalamualaikum," Rejo replied.

"Son, if anyone arranges a salutation, which reads, Assalamualaikum, then the answer is Waalaikum salam. Let's try it again. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings," Rejo replied.

"Well, that's right."

Syech Jumadil Kubro sat next to Rejo.

"What are you doing here?"

"Tools."

"Other than that?"

"Catch fish to eat."

"Other than that?"

"Of course take a shower."

"Other than that?"

"Nothing,"

"Son. Do you know how long you've lived here?"

"Not knowing."

"About three years."

Rejo was jolted.

"That's how long I've lived here?"

"Yes. You do not feel, for you have actually discovered the beauty and delicacy of the prayer."

Rejo immediately cried a mouthful.

He himself did not expect, already that long he stayed at times, and performed prayers and prayers.

"Rejo, you are not yet complete in prayer, because for three years you have not performed Friday prayers. Remember, when Shech Belabelu stood before the people, he spoke or preached. That is called Friday prayer. It's just that, because the adherents of Islam are still very few, it is quite difficult to establish Friday prayers."

Rejo was a little disappointed. And quite depicted on his face.

"All right, you come with me. In the meantime, your plan to meet Syech Subakir is suspended."

Hearing this, Rejo instantly sumringah. He did not expect, if he would be invited by Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Okay, Kanjeng Syech, I'm willing to join Panjenengan."

"Go there."

Rejo shower soon.

However, when he finished bathing, he did not find Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo dyed, looking left and right. Face and back. However, the existence of Syech Jumadil Kubro is invisible.

"I have to be left? Kanjeng Syech said earlier, I want to be invited to go, and told to take a shower first. Where ya? How about Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro?" muttered Rejo himself.

Trying to find a clue, which way Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro went. Yet futile. He didn't find any clues around the times.

Rejo decided to go down the path in one direction. The road is accelerated, with the hope that it can soon overtake Syech Jumadil Kubro.

However, on that path, Rejo did not find. Rejo decided to run as fast as possible, hoping to catch up with Syech Jumadil Kubro. Still not found.

"Don't, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro took the opposite direction. There's still enough time to catch up to him" muttered Rejop himself.

Rejo immediately turned around. Running fast. He got to his place, at times. Then, the rejo crossed times through the rocks, and continued to run on the path across the road.

However, until Rejo's breath runs out, he still does not find Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"If there is nothing here, it means there is no way he can pass this road. Which way, then?"

Rejo decided to go back to the river, because, in the river, there is plenty of water to wash, if he wants to perform prayers.

However, when he reached the Karanganyar river again, Rejo was stunned.

He saw Syech Jumadil Kubro sitting tafakkur on a stone ceiling.

"Kanjeng Shech, where was Panjenengan?"vtanya Rejo ventured, still panting.

"Lho, where to? I'm not going anywhere? What's up?"

"When I took a shower, I did not see Panjenengan. Then, I chased down the road there, never meeting. And I came back here again, Panjenengan is also not there, then I pursue the opposite direction, also not there. I decided to go back to this river again, but Panjengan is sitting here."

"Nggre. ngger... I'm not going anywhere. I was sitting here, not going anywhere. I'm wiridan. You didn't see me?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Really Kanjeng Syech, I don't see any panjenengan. Why do I run around here and there, if there is Panjenengan."

"yes too. I'm not going anywhere. Also why am I going and playing you?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro himself also wondered why he became invisible.

"Kanjeng Shech's. What kind of science was it, how could it disappear like that?"

"Lho, you ask like that, I cannot answer. Lha wong I don't have the knowledge to disappear like that. Angger, there is a true difference of science, with a science that seems true. True science, usually ask for help from supernatural beings, namely jinn or demons. Science can disappear on purpose, generally with the help of a genie or a demon. Either he was moved to where for a moment, or he was embraced by the genie so invisible, or the vision of another person who was influenced by the genie so that it seemed like the person could disappear. That guy is still in the same place. It's a true science."

Rejo. Fun listening.

"If true science, that is, science which aims to seek the pleasure of Allah. I seek refuge in Allah, from the temptation of Satan or the jinn. Indeed, maintaining sincerity is very heavy. When practicing science, the exam is very tough. The toughest of the test is pride, arrogance, and feeling great, or praising our great teacher or opponent. All that is great is Allah."