THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 2a: Syech Jumadil Kubro Installing Pancer Island of Java

"For example, disappeared it earlier. I never learned to disappear. I do not know whether I am tempted by the jinn or the devil, or by the grace of Allah. I don't care if I really disappeared or if I was just tempted by a genie or a demon. If now I think that I am great, it will certainly destroy the faith that I have been building, I maintain. Or vice versa, actually the devil or the genie that seduces you. He covers your eyes, so that you cannot see me sitting. The goal is that you look at me in amazement, mastering great knowledge. If that is the case, you lose the faith you just cultivated and built up. Really, beware of the temptations of the devil or the jinn."

Rejo..

"Angger, remember. Everything that comes from Allah is beautiful and easy. Nothing strange or absurd. In the sirah nabawi, or the history of the prophet, at that time he emigrated from Makkah to Medina. On the way, the prophet and friend Abu Bakr rested in the cave of Tsur. The infidels pursued him. And convey the infidels before the cave. They're going in to check. However, God told the spider to build a wider nest and cover the cave. Human mind, there is no way the cobwebs are intact if penetrated by humans. Finally, the infidels abandoned their intention to enter the cave. That is how Allah saved his prophet. In fact, it is very easy for Allah, the Almighty, to make his apostles invisible. Why is it not done by the Almighty of all things?

Because God tells us to think. First, living things must protect each other, love each other. Never kill another living thing if it is not right. Second, God teaches us that we should think that God's destiny is beautiful and blessed. If only to remove one from the sight of another, it is very easy for Allah, but many pagans who have slaved to Satan have done this. They are magic quacks, and their place is hell."

"This is what distinguishes us who are digging and continue to explore knowledge, with the servitors of the jinn or demons. They are very easy to be blessed, whereas we Muslims are nothing. We are only yielding to God. If God will save us, God will save us. Try to think, if indeed Allah made that person a saint, of course the Messenger of Allah is the most powerful person. In fact, the Apostle was an ordinary man, whom he sometimes lost in war, sometimes he was also wounded, and sometimes he was also exposed to magic. But, remember, God always gives victory to his beloved servant."

Rejo is increasingly interested.

"The main feature of humanity thanks to the help of Allah swt is, the victory of tanpo ngisorake. Win but not demean. The history of Muslims, never destroyed a defeated country, because it challenged war. Islam protects agriculture, Islam protects children and women. Islam protects the elderly. Islam protects those who have surrendered. Islam respects the followers of other religions."

Rejo.

"Be in your heart. Perhaps one day when you become a preacher, never by force. Islam was never built on violence. Islam is built with love, and respect. This signifies that Islam is indeed a religion of honor."

"Son. Perhaps one day you are destined that God will meet my nephew. Rahmad. He is much younger than you right now. Help him, or he will help you. May Allah bring you together, becoming one of the proselytizing forces of Islam."

"Son, prepare. Let's go."

Rejo was very enthusiastic. He did not bring anything, except one small bundle.

That day, they moved. The goal, to the west.

Throughout the day, Rejo was made astonished.

Apparently, the figure of Syech Jumadil Kubro, who was originally considered very great and powerful, turned out to be very much different from the image of Rejo.

Because he was old, for the road was limping. In fact, when passing through slippery roads, Syech Jumadil Kubro often slipped. To jump a hole as wide as two fathoms, he was unable to. He chose the detour.

All day Rejo did not find any wonderful things. Everything is as normal as ordinary people.

What is different, the mouth of Syech Jumadil Kubro always commits to reading dhikr, and his hand turns the prayer beads. Rejo did not dare to speak. He just fell silent following the steps of Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Their distance is very slow. Syech Jumadil Kubro steps limped because of age eaten.

"Kanjeng Syech, can I lead Kanjeng Syech?" said Rejo ventured, as soon as he saw the mouth of Syech Jumadil Kubro was not komat-kamit.

"Make what? Didn't I want you to help me when I slipped? This is sunnatullah. I am old, of course, trained, while you are young, can certainly walk faster. It is better to enjoy whatever God gives us, with gratitude and sincerity. Nak. Take a look at me, am I really that awesome? Just make walking a little bit more limped. Son, not a little genie or demon who wants to help me. They will carry me, to be taken to their destination at a very fast time. But for what?"

Rejo confused.

"Didn't the genie sincerely help Kanjeng Shech?" ask Rejo.

"Indeed, they helped me. But, someone else who saw how? Of course that person will consider me to be very powerful. That man was more afraid of me than of God. Couldn't it be a trigger for other people's intimacy or idiosyncrasies?"

Rejo.

"Science is true science, is the science of sincerity on the gift of Allah swt. One day, I, you, or all the creatures created by God, will feel dead. Let's accept that with sincerity too."

Rejo seems to have a new life. He had never received such a soothing pitutur. Previously, what he got from his teacher at Mount Tidar, was to become the greatest champion in the land of Java. Defeated all warriors and magicians in the land of Java.

"Kanjeng Shech's. Death is the end of human life in the world. The dead man did not return to the world, in the form of another creature. If he is good, he is notis to be human or to be a good and mighty animal, and if it is bad then to be a beast," said Rejo, trying to recall the lesson of Resi.

"Son, of course, every religion has its own beliefs. In Islam, living in the world is a test of living forever after death. The end of man, if not in heaven in hell. So, dying is a breath barrier. When man dies, then, that is the limit he uses his breath. But his soul is alive. In fact, it was returned to his body in the grave. And in the grave, man will face the first test, the question of the grave. Two angels will test the mayit. If in the world he did good and Islam, then of course he can answer the question of the grave. If he does bad but he is Muslim, will also go through the grave question, if he cannot answer, he will be tortured until the coming of the doomsday. However, whatever he does, good or evil if he is not Islam then immediately get torment in the grave without being asked by angels. So son," said Syech Jumadil Kubro while panting.

"Kanjeng Syech, what are the questions in the grave?"

"All your deeds in the world. It begins with the five main questions, who is your god, who is your prophet, what is your religion, what is your book, who is your brother. If you successfully answer these five basic questions, you will be asked, how to educate children, how to educate wives, how to behave to neighbors, how to find sustenance, and many other questions."

"Is there anything that is not asked in the grave?"

"There's Nak. Those are the guardians of Allah who have been without fear for anything. He is afraid of Allah."

"Is Kanjeng Syech also a guardian?" rejo asked, getting sharp.

"Ha ha ha, you could be. Most of them are guardians, who know only God. Usually, it is found that the figure is a guardian after death. The guardian will always be remembered for his kindness. Perhaps, in time, there will be in this land of Java people who call themselves guardians, or proud to be called that he is a guardian. So, that needs to be questioned. Look first how he does, how his worship charity, how he relates to other humans, how he relates to the surrounding nature," he said.

"How do you become a guardian?"

"Do you want to be a guardian?"

Rejo was silent, and lowered his head while walking.

"Can't do it, son. The guardian is God's choice. Only God knows."

"Does that guardian have to be so powerful?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro replied briefly. "Is the Prophet also the most powerful man in the world?"

Of course Rejo could not answer, because he did not know sirah nabawi.

"Son. The Prophet is the most beloved figure of Allah. But he is an ordinary man. The apostles were also bewitched or devoured by Jewish shamans. This most beloved figure of God was sick for several days. It was only discovered that the Apostle was sick after the angel told him that he was bewitched or swallowed by a Jewish shaman. Try to imagine with the figure of the guardian, who is clearly his degree under the Messenger."

Rejo. Think hard.

"So one's devotion does not measure the man's degree before God. It's up to God."

"Son. There will be great people around you later. It was for mere worldly affairs. If he makes his devotion to worship, then it is worth worshiping. If not, yes of course he only gets praise in the world, but in the afterlife he will lose. For that, it is very important to be a good person rather than a great person. If you hear that I have such devotion, you can see for yourself how I am today. Am I really a saint?"

Rejo.

"Sometimes the figure of the guardian is opened by Allah swt, but he is not easy for various stories. He made that knowledge for his own introspection, to draw nearer to Allah. Sometimes, God's guardians are saved by God in a divine way, which is very difficult to reason. That's not a magic. For example, the figure of the guardian did not immediately move from his seat for days to recite to Allah, uh it turns out, in the streets there was an earthquake. So, the guardian survived the earthquake disaster. People see it as a magic, but it's not. It is a favor from Allah, or maunah."

Rejo, whose Islamic knowledge is still shallow, of course, really enjoys the Syech Jumadil Kubro. Although, there are some of them, Rejo does not understand at all.

In fact, it is not without reason that Sheikh Jumadil Kubro gave lessons about Islam that directly pierced into Sufi values to Rejo. Syech Jumadil Kubro saw the extraordinary talent in Rejo.

Moreover, there are very obvious signs. First, Syech Subakir decided to leave his crooked sword, Syech Belabelu also gave the impression. Now it is the turn of Syech Jumadil Kubro who gives a lesson about Islam.

"It's impossible to see Rejo, who has previously met Syech Belabelu and Shech Subakir. It is indeed God's destiny, that this child is indeed a choice. Insha Allah this child became one of the successors of our struggle, for the Islamic shiar in this land of Java, in the once respected kingdom, Mojopahit. Maybe, in his later time, when Mojopahit could rediscover the glory or even vice versa, Mojopahit destroyed, this child emerged as a strong preacher, hopefully," muttered Syech Jumadil Kubro, who was not the only one who was the author of the attack, glancing towards Rejo.

Rejo, whose canon science is locked, certainly did not know that he was being examined by Syech Jumadil Kubro. He was walking beside the Shech.

Along the way, they always pray together. Sometimes Rejo still felt the heat appear on the tailbone, due to the reaction of Hindu science he mastered.

"Rejo, we've been walking together for days, congregational prayers, but we've never set up Friday prayers, because we're the two of us. I take you to the village of Jurangjero, where one of my students lives. Insha Allah, there, we can establish Friday prayers, "saych Jumadil Kubro invited.

Syech Jumadil Kubro invites to climb several small mountains to the top.

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"Look down there. That is Jero Cliff Village, where my santri lives, his name is Donosari. He is also from Mataram, just like you. I was assigned to broadcast Islam in this Jero Cliff, because this village is one of the pancer of central Java."

"Son, you know, me and the walisanga, the nickname of the Rishis to us, who wanted nine people to broadcast Islam in Java, I was assigned to make the pathok-pathok region, make pancer, make tetenger, make, or some kind of inscription in Hinduism, I put one of my pancer in Jero Cliff Village, because it is very unique and hidden."

Rejo began to pant.

"Didn't you ever live on Mount Tidar?"

Rejo nodded.

"I also put a pancer on the mountain tidar, as a unifier of the eastern, central and western regions of the island of Java.

That Pancer on Mount Tidar, was finally covered by the devotion of Resi Swadaraya, your ruthless teacher. Sometimes Brother Syech Subakir who saw and checked the pancer I installed, whether it is still strong and sturdy or is it weathered."

"Kanjeng Syech, what kind of pancer is it?"

"Pray, and tattoo on a white cloth, and I am damned in places that could otherwise be points of defense, in the event of an attack or disaster."

"How many pancer Panjenenin tides in this land of Java?"

"Many Nak. The cancer that I installed, aims to keep, fencing, praying, so that the lands are given God of blessing. I imagine, one day, Islam will be victorious in this land of Java, and that pancer-pancer, which became an inscription. Of course, for people who have good manners and akhlaqul karimah, of course the pancer-pancer that I install later, respected, at least, not damaged."

"Indeed, everyone has a different impression from the pancer I planted, some look like a white tiger, some look like a big snake, some look like a white eagle. Assortment. It's just the shadow of those people, nothing more."

"What makes a pancer not a sin, Kanjeng Syech?"

"Hmm, pinter is also you son. Know that every Hijaiyah has an angel guarding it. The pancer I built, was always based on hijaiyah letters. Because this is the land of Java, of course I do not leave sanskrit letters. It's a blend, and it's not shirk. For God is the Lord of all the creatures of the world. Not just for Arabs. We in this land of Java also have the same god, namely Allah swt. God is fair. Indeed, Allah made letters and Arabic language, so that we can easily learn them. Not that the letters and languages other than Arabic are not considered by Allah. Verily, Allah is Most Attentive to His creatures."

Rejo was silent, and he concentrated down the hill. He was also on guard, had this old Syech Jumadil Kubro fallen.

"Son, usually, when I plant a pancer, and if by any chance I have a student or santri that I can escape to fight, I will tell you to take care of the pancer. The trick, not every day should sweep, or always check whether the paman pancer is still there or not, but, by broadcasting Islam in the area around the pancer."

Rejo and Shech Jumadil Kubro, getting closer to the village.

"For my pancer in this Jero Cliff village, I entrust it to Donosari. He's a Mataram like you. By his parents, Suryadiningrat, his two children were entrusted to me, to be given insight into Islam. Donosari's younger brother Suryanagoro. In fact, they are both still Hindus, and very rarely are Muslims. I told Suryadiningrat that Islam is the science of manners. These two children are quite recalcitrant, so, entrusted to me to be taught about manners."

"After following me, as you are today, they both finally understood Islam not just a science of manners, but religion, like Hinduism, which at that time they embraced. The two of them eventually converted, and began to seriously study Islam."

"After the lesson is enough. I told Suryanagara to return to Mataram to broadcast this new religion. Suryanagara is very master of the science of literature, the science of governing the country. So I told him to go back to Mataram. Have you ever heard of Islam in Mataram?"

"No Kanjeng Shech. As the son of the duke, my education was very well preserved in the surroundings of the Palace. It could be what Kanjeng Syech told me at the senior level, so I never heard of Islam."

"Hmm so. Son, his brother, who is actually very talented in clairvoyance and knowledge of empowerment, I told to stay in this Jero Cliff village, to take care of the pancer I planted. He had to carry out the Islamic shiar in Jero's ravine. We'll meet him soon. I haven't seen each other since I lived here alone. Hopefully he managed to invite the residents in Jero Crash Village to embrace Islam."

"You know, what happened then between this brother and sister?"

"Once he knew that Islam was a religion, and his two sons preferred Islam to Hinduism, Suryadiningrat was wrathful. He forced Suryanagara to return to Hinduism, but the father's compulsion was not repulsed. And his father could not put his own son in prison or be killed. So let it go. It's just that, the royal party raises slander that, between Suryanagara and Donosari there was a quarrel. This is very natural, because at first they left with the two of me, while at home, only Suryanagara."

Rejo invites mengaso stuff for a moment. However, Syech Jumadil Kubro invites to continue walking, because it has approached the village of Jero Cliff.

"But they both have different tasks than me. In fact, reportedly, until now both are often slandered."

Finally they both arrived at the village of Jero Cliff.

Syech Jumadil Kubro began to observe whatever was in this village. Once passed by the villagers, Syech Jumadil Kubro always asked where the Donosari house was.

All pointed towards the small cave on the outskirts of the village.

"Why does Donosari live in a cave? Did my pancer plant in the middle of the village? I have also introduced Islam to the villagers here. My donosari was assigned to continue, and tried to Islamize more and more people."

"Son, let's go to that cave. And, if you look at this village, most of it still looks Hindu. I can't find a place of worship here. What's the matter?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro takes Rejo to a small cave.

"Assalamualaikum" cried Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo's chest trembled, for the cry, of course, was accompanied by energy at the perfect level.

Rejo only dared to glance towards Syech Jumadil Kubro. Rejo's intelligent brain weighs, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro is certainly in unusual condition. Whether angry, disappointed or challenging.

From the story of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro, Rejo knows that Donosari is more talented to the canoragan than the science of government. For Rejo, it was only natural that Donosari would prefer to live in a cave to be imprisoned, rather than meeting people for Islamic shia.

Because there was no answer from inside this small cave, Syech Jumadil Kubro shouted a second time.

"Assynolajet. The one who came here was an old man."

Still no answer heard. Syech Jumadil Kubro shouted a third time.

"Assynolajet. Who's coming here is an old man who's holding me accountable."

Still no answer came from inside the cave.

"Son, wait here. I'm going to go into the cave."

Syech Jumadil Kubro entered the cave.

Seen around a narrow cave, and not in it. There's no one.

In fact, it is not appropriate to be called a cave, because there is no basin at all, but only a stone bulge, which part of the niche can be for shelter. That'sthat's all.

Because he did not find anyone, then Syech Jumadil Kubro realized, that there is something strange in this small cave.

Syech Jumadil Kubro sat cross-legged, won himself, and closed his eyes.

Two tried to track down Donosari's whereabouts, who he said was here.

Aye! Syech Jumadil Kubro felt the Donosari around the cave, but he found no one.

More and more drowning in remembrance, then realized that the position of Donosari was indeed ascetic. It's just that, somehow the story goes, his body was rolled into limestone.

"Son, come here soon. Help me break down this chalk wall, but be careful, inside this cave wall there's a living Donosari."

Slowly Syech Jumadil Kubro and Rejo dredged little by little the limestone walls.

Rejo felt a heartbeat, though weak. Rejo also felt a puff of breath from his nose, a sign he was still breathing.

Slowly, Syech Jumadil Kubro chanted the adhan in the right ear, followed by iqomah in the left ear.

Slowly, the eyes of the hermit opened.

Before long, he collapsed.

Rejo immediately carried her to a flat place.

Rejo feeds the water into the mouth of the hermit. Gulped slowly.

The ascetic's eyes looked towards Shech Jumadil Kubro, but he could not speak. Only his mouth twitched but made no sound.

It took two days to care for the hermit, so that he could be independent, and speak normally again.

"Donosaries. Tell me, what really happened?"

"Nor Kanjeng Guru, I let teachers down. If there had been no teacher, I would have died and been buried forever in the walls of that cave."

"Didn't I assign you to Islamic broadcasting in the Jero Gorge?"

"True Kanjeng Guru, I did indeed carry out the orders of the Islamic Shia in Jero Cliff Village, but this region is quite wingit. Presumably the supernatural did not accept, and every night I was always beaten. For that, I better handle the wingit first. Because my knowledge is still losing great, so I am imprisoned in the cave, where I live. When the ascetic, the subtle-bodies collapsed the cave doors, and drained the mud. However, I try not to lose hope from Rahmad Allah swt. I continued to carry out the orders of prayer, remembrance, until I was completely unable to move at all. For this reason, I surrender to Allah. If God keeps me alive, someone will help me. It turned out that Kanjeng Guru helped me, thank God."

"What about your prayers, all this time?" kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Alhamdulillah Kanjeng Guru, I can still pray, even though my whole body is buried in mud and can not move at all. That is prayer through the heart, and reading in the heart, because, my mouth cannot be moved at all."

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled.

"Alhamdulillah, as long as I am buried, as if someone had told me, when the obligatory prayer time arrived. I was also given a strong hearing by God. So, when Kanjeng Guru said his greetings, actually, in my heart I have already returned the greetings of Kanjeng Guru."

Syech Jumadil Kubro patted Donosari's shoulders.

"We'd better take a break, then we'll find the subtle-bodies who want to rescue you."

And the three of them finally rested in the cave, which became the residence of Donosari.

A week after the break, then Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro invites Rejo and Donosari to look for the evil spirits.

The three of them walked down the village streets, and entered the forest. In a big tree, Syech Jumadil Kubro invited a stop. He looked with a sharp look at the huge tree.

"You who live in a tree. Come outside!" shouts Syech Jumadil Kubro.

This scream shocked Rejo. If Rejo's knowledge is not locked in his tailbone, of course he already knows the subtle creatures that live in the big tree.

The smell of fragrance is spreading.

"You don't lie to me! Don't wear smells. Come out with your original smell!" shech Jumadil Kubro shouted, hitting his staff at the big tree.

The smell disappears.

Slowly, from behind the tree appeared an old, skinny, jet-black figure, long hair with fussiness. He was trained to walk up to the three of them.

Rejo and Donosari were stunned.

Rejo doesn't know what to do.

Donosari immediately opened the horses.

"You're still lying to me. You evil creature! Show me your true form!" hardik Syech Jumadil Kubro's.

Suddenly that skinny figure, turned into a gigantic jet-black figure in extremely dense fur.

"Hhm, so you're the one who ruffled this Jero Ravine Village. You have to tell me what it is. Otherwise, you will have to face me!"

The thick-bodied figure that turned out to be this genderuwo, his face was rather frightened.

"You have to tell me!"

Genderuwo was silent.

"If you don't want to tell a story, I'll throw you into the south sea!"

"Anu......."

His voice filled the entire ear drum.

"Not to show off science!"

"Anu."

"Then, why until Donosari can not broadcast Islam in this Jero Gorge, because you keep obstructing."

"Look, Kanjeng............."

"Call me Jumadil Kubro!"

"Look at Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro, why don't I want that person to broadcast Islam here, because it will erase the beliefs and habits of the villagers to put offerings on trees, stones, and other places, or wingit places. In fact, the smell of flowers is our food, the delicate creatures. We are usually spoiled by humans who worship trees and rocks. With Islam, we will no longer have free food. For that, I'm preventing that person from spreading Islam."

"Oh so....."

"Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro."

"Are you still in the way again, after we meet?"

"Dare not, Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro."

"Rather than bothering such a man, it is better that you work, or become a disciple of the Donosari, to be invited to embrace Islam properly."

"Anu, Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro. No, I better be like this."

"But you don't bother anymore. If it bothers me, it's his business with me!"

"Well, Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro."

"For ever."

"For ever, Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro."

"All right then. You are also not tampering with the banners I planted in this village."

"Well, Kanjeng Jumadil Kubro. Only, who feeds me, and my countrymen? Hadn't all this time, me and my friends could eat as much, from the flower offerings that the villagers put in the wingit place?"

Syech Jumadil Kubro was silent.

He glanced towards Donosari and Rejo.

"It might be good for Rejo to be taught a lesson, how to fight in the Islamic shiar," thought Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Hmmm. Alright. We better not disturb each other. How about competing healthy. Donosari will broadcast Islam in this Jero Cliff Village, but you can be transformed into a human being, whatever you want to wear what you look like, to invite the villagers to still maintain the old religion?"

Genderuwo was silent for a moment.

"There is me in this world, to disturb man. Good. I concur. I'll be whatever I want."

"good. But remember, if you disturb the Donosari in the shia of Islam, you will confront me. Remember that."

"good. We agreed."

Gondoruwo is gone.

Rejo took a long breath. Apparently, during the dialogue between Syech Jumadil Kubro and gondoruwo, Rejo did not dare to breathe.

When you breathe, be very careful.

"Donosari and Rejo, let's go back to the village."

Along the way, it does not seem the atmosphere of Islam. A lot of incense was burned, a lot of flower offerings in the trees.

"Donosari, please preach. Invite the villagers to embrace Islam. I will not move, if you do not manage to invite at least 40 men from this village to embrace Islam. That way, we can establish Friday prayers," orders Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Well, Kanjeng is the teacher."

They finally decided to move the residence, which was originally in a cave to the middle of the village. They built a simple house, with no room and open. Just enough to take shelter.

"In this way, anyone can come here to talk about Islam. All right, Donosari, please start doing proselytizing, and I stay here. Rejo, please join Donosari, learn, how to invite villagers to embrace Islam," said Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Donosari and Rejo began to carry out a very heavy task. That is, inviting the residents of Jero Cliff village to embrace Islam. Wherever there are villagers, always visited by Donosari and Rejo. Rejo, who was still a teenager, only saw, heard and listened to what Donosari said to the villagers. Because Rejo himself is a convert, with knowledge of Islam that is still shallow.

Syech Jumadil Kubro himself, sometimes walking outside the village, or dhikr all over the village. Most stayed in that open hut, and performed prayers.

Random villagers stop for a long time, see Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro pray. For the villagers, this is quite strange. Some people dared to ask.

"This is called prayer. To worship Allah. Haven't we heard from Donosari?"

"Yes, Mbah. So, this is the practice of the new religion? Not wearing incense or flowers?" ask one of the villagers.

"Wear frankincense is better, because Allah loves cleanliness and fragrance. But, wearing nothing is okay. Because the essence of worship is surrender to Allah swt," said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

When engrossed in this conversation, from a distance, there was an old figure in white clothes that was very clean, with udeng also white. This figure of a white beard was extremely long. This limped figure began to approach the hut.

"Hi the villagers. Why do you believe in people you don't know and want to change your religion, as well as your fathers and grandfathers," said the old man, near the hut.

The villagers who were talking to Syech Jumadil Kubro, were shocked, and immediately turned their heads.

"Oh Rishis. I'm asking this man."

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled. "This is certainly gondoruwo who transformed into a sage."

Syech Jumadil Kubro was silent. Gives this self-styled sage a chance to talk.

"Let's come with me," asked Resi to one of the villagers.

"Who is this? I never met you in the village."

"I've lived here a long time, but I'm invisible. That's because of my high knowledge. If you want, I will teach you. My name is Rishi Narada."

"Huh..., pennengan Betahara Narada?" ask the villagers, immediately gathered and cupped their hands, worshiping.

The Resi glanced at Syech Jumadil Kubro with a smile.

"Please," said Syech Jumadil Kubro, sloppily giving a hand signal.

"Come with me, boy!" take the sage, holding the shoulders of the villagers.

The one held by his shoulder according to him was invited to leave.

"O Allah, guide the people of this village, and make it easy for them to accept the truth of Islam" said Shech Jumadil Kubro, watching the rishi and one resident walk away.

Before long, the figure of Donosari in tandem with Rejo, walking closer.

"Donosari, what are you doing today?"

"We met with the villagers, visited, and talked in the huts. I told him about Islam" Donosari said.

Rejo. Scrutinise.

"Behold, there was just a figure of a sage coming when there were villagers asking about Islam. And the villagers chose to go with the sage. Do you know who that rishi is?"

"Is he really the genderuwo who met us?"

"true."

"And if you introduce Islam with words, is it right?"

"I don't know, I'm a teacher."

"How can words erode long-rooted habits? Do you think it can?"

Donosari thought silently.

Rejo, get excited listening.

"Actually, the answer is very easy. Of course it's very difficult, or even almost impossible."