
But they all dared not say anything.
“How about Resi Vishnu, am I allowed to sleep in this hut?”
The one asked did not immediately answer, because it was too pushy.
“If unanswered, means I can still sleep here.”
So, that night Sunan Kembang Kuning with people who like entrepreneurs and still gather in this hut.
They're wiridan.
And including one pedanda who converted to Islam. It seems he really enjoyed being wired for his new religion.
The pedanda began to feel the pleasure of remembrance to God, the god he had just known this afternoon, although he did not know the meaning he was chanting.
“Allahu Akbar. That means what. But why, when I said that word, my body became shaking violently. I felt something possessed, but very soft,” said the Pedanda.
He was drowning in remembrance, and was not felt until the morning.
“Father of all, now it's early morning. Mr. Pedanda, it's good for you to come with me, to perform dawn prayers.”
“What tool is it?” ask one of them.
“Salat is worship to God. And, we are required 5 times a day. At this time, Mr. Pedanda and I will perform dawn prayers.”
Then, Sunan Kembang Kuning took the pedanda to the river, and taught me how to wudlu.
After leaving, the two returned to the hut, and asked the others to sit on the side of the hut, because they would both perform congregational prayers.
“Later Mr. Pedanda follow my movements. Standing on my right side a little backwards,” said Sunan Kembang Kuning.
“I have to read what?”
“T need read anything. It's just concentration and believe that at this time Mr. Pedanda is worshiping Allah SWT.”
“Please excuse me, Mbah. Why can't we come?” ask one of the people sitting on the side of the hut.
“Please excuse me, sir. Because father is not yet Islam.”
“What is it?”
“Yaitu moved from Hinduism to Islam. That is the true religion, the religion that believes only God is worshipped, and the prophet Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.”
“How to, “ ask others.
“Yaitu uttered the sentence of shahadah. That is, the testimony of no god other than Allah, and the Testimony of Prophet Muhammad the messenger of Allah.”
“We want, Mbah.”
“Really?”
“True, Mbah.”
“Yang don't want, also it's okay, please shut up. For those who want to convert to Islam, imitate what I say.”
So people were led to say the word shahadah. Everyone says it.
“Well, you guys have Islam. Now, please take the water first. It is holy by using water. Mr Pedanda still memorize what to wash?”
The pedanda nodded.
“Please teach.”
All eventually went to the river, then left.
When washing parts of his body, there was a tremor felt.
Most of them snort.
In the hut, they ended up standing in a row as a mum.
“Allahu Akbar!”
All following.
“Allahu Akbar.”
After that, they fell silent listening to Alfatihah and the short letter that Sunan Kembang Kuning read.
Then get up, and so on until the dawn prayer is over.
“Assalamualaikum warah matullah!”
All quiet.
Apparently, all tears.
Throughout their lives, they have never felt a strange sensation that really feels very delicious.
“You have just performed dawn prayers. Later at noon, when the sun is right in the middle, there is dzuhur prayer. You come here, we will pray together again. That is salat together like earlier.”
“And, there are also salat asar, maghrib and isya.”
All say goodbye, and shake hands.
Understandably they feel drowsiness because they did not sleep all night.
Sunan Kembang Kuning himself chose to sleep in his hut.
By noon, Sunan Kembang Kuning had not yet woken up from his sleep. At that time, Mr. Lurah came to him. Because he was sleeping, Mr. Lurah did not dare to wake up.
Pak Lurah just sat on the floor of the hut.
While some people who pass by, had been surprised to see his pak lurah was waiting for people to sleep.
And by midday, one by one people came because they wanted to perform the prayer of the congregation.”
“What is Mr Lurah doing here?”
Asked like that, Mr. Lurah only speaks a thousand languages.
One by one they came.
Immediately take the water wudlu. And one man woke Sunan the Yellow flower.
“What do genengan want to say something Pak Lurah?”
The one asked was only silent, as his eyes looked at the few people who took the water wudlu.
Even during prayer, his eyes could not escape from the strange movement.
“You did what move?” ask Mr. Lurah.
“We also don't know, because it's still new.”
“We are praying, which is worshiping Gusti Allah, god of the universe,” timpal Sunan Kembang Kuning.
“So, like our prayers?”
“True. Because we are Islamic. Our way of worship is like this. His name is salat.”
“Can I learn?”
“Ya of course can. But, Mr. Lurah must be Islamic first. If Mr. Lurah is not Islamic, it will be in vain to pray.”
“Wah, if it is like that, I cannot. I am the leader of this village. What other people say, knowing that I am Islam. What if it is Islam, can worship in the temple?”
“Ya of course can not Mr. Lurah. Religion cannot be combined. Like, Mr. Lurah ate all drinks. What can?”
“Alright, what with prayer can it be to awaken the inner power? How much power in Si Mbah is so great?”
“Pak Lurah if you like, please there first, we want to wiridan first,”
This wiridan activity is what is awaited by this Mbah Bungkuk hut congregation.
A moment later began to sound wirid sound together.
It is not only Mr. Lurah who is there who is made to creep. Some women who were washing at times were made goosebumps.
Some men who were fishing and fishing, goosebumps.
Over time, the wirid is getting louder chanted.
His voice pierced through every crack. It's like blowing up hearts.
Mr. Lurah's body until it vibrates very fast. Pak Lurah's body shivered, cold sweat poured out.
Before long Mr. Lurah's body fell down.
He did not feel that his lips were following along saying such an unknown meaning. In fact, it's getting louder for a long time.
This surprised some anglers.
In fact, they to the point of loosening their heads to reinforce, that the sounding is Mr. Lurah.
Not wrong, indeed.
When the wirid ends, and everything starts to go.
Mr. Lurah is still down. Her tears kept pouring out.
In fact, to stand alone he was unable to.
Mr. Lurah just realized, that he was the only one who shouted those strange words.
Before long, he cried.
"Any thing.I suddenly followed those strange words, and it was so beautiful. This body is vibrating. This heart is serene," said Mr. Lurah in a hiccup.
"Sir Lurah, it's called hidayah. Don't reject. Mr. Lurah originally wanted to embrace Islam, like us," said Sunan Kembang Kuning.
Pak Lurah's body was immediately carried and placed in a hut.
Mr. Lurah's face still looks dazed.
One person held out water to drink.
The anglers are tense. Is it true that Mr. Lurah will choose Islam over the religion of his ancestors?
Momentary silence.
"No, I will not renounce the religion of my ancestors. Thank ye. Stay here, I won't move this hut. And I won't come here again" he said.
Relieved the anglers.
Only, they were astonished.
After the pilot ended, not a single fish was caught.
In fact, when the people were wired, the fish gathered and it was very easy to lure it.
“True, there is a relationship between fish and the reading they read?” ask one fisherman.
“Or we ask to be taught the reading earlier, for us to read when fishing?”
And it turns out that this proposal was finally accepted.
They also approached the hut.
“Please excuse everyone. Not that we are presumptuous, can you teach us that strange reading?”
“Why?”
”Because as you all read those strange readings, our catch is plenty. As soon as the reading stopped, we didn't get any fish at all. Perhaps, with us reading those strange words, the catch of fish will return a lot,” said one among anglers.
Quickly Sunan Kembang Kuning approached.
“Oh please. But the condition, should not be stingy to others. Teach yes. Later, not then who read two people, ten fish divided by two. Not so, there is everyone will get ten fish. You guys ready to practice it?”
“Good Mbah, we are ready.”
Then the men were taught to poultice.
“Now please Mr all looking for fish. Please try.”
True, once they returned to the river by reciting the words toyyibah, the fish came again.
The catch is even more than in their lifetime to be anglers.
“Excellent spell this. Fish can also according to this prayer.”
While Mr. Lurah himself began to be able to rise and assert his attitude.
Pak lurah started to go home.
“I will not forbid for my citizens to chant this wire,” said Mr. Lurah.
Of course, the talk of Mr. Lurah quickly spread to the corners of the village. The villagers became curious about the new religion.
However, the pedanda tried to prevent them from participating in chanting wirid.
Quietly, indeed some people peeked at the activities in the sidelines hut this time.
They started following the wirid.
Very enjoy.
“What language? How beautiful and delicious to chant?” muttered them themselves.
And even on the way home, they kept chanting these strange words.
Not so with some pedanda. The defeat of the dowager made them immediately send messengers to the area of Mount Penanggungan, where at the top lived a most powerful Hindu hermit in his time, Resi Witjak Jaya Arga.
“What? Any hunchback ruffling the holy place?” asked Resi Witjak, as soon as he received this messenger pedanda Singosari.
“True, Kanjeng Resi Witjak. The science of Resi Vishnu was successfully destroyed by the Hunchback who claimed to be named Sunan Kembang Kuning,” said pedanda.
“What? The science of Resi Vishnu banished? What does the hunchback look like, so that it can beat the greatest resi in Singasari?”
All the pedanda are silent.
Resi Witjak's face was red-flamed restraining anger.
“Good, I will face him, than the people become traitors of religion.”
They also descended from the top of the mountain.
Indeed, the power of Resi Witjak is second to none. When some pedanda is quite difficult to climb taper stones.
Resi Witjak can come down smoothly, because he is floating. His legs and robe did not touch the ground.
Just because he wanted to go together, making Resi Witjak did not increase his flying speed.
“You guys go straight home, I still have to prepare some weapons,” drive Resi Witjak to the pedanda.
Resi Witjak immediately whistled very loudly.
From a distance, stepping on the side of a leopard.