THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 2b: Prophecy Against Genderuwo

"Then, what should I do in preaching?"

"Of course, it is impossible for us to change hereditary habits. All we can do is accompany them, with their habits. Slowly, we straighten out the wrong habits. Let us introduce Islam to them."

"How is it?"

"As long as it's your nature, it's okay. Related to sharia and aqidah. Don'tdon't. For example, when villagers want to plant rice, they must do offerings to large trees, offering sacrificial animals to sing mbaurekso. That's what we slowly scrape off first. For example, by teaching them the speech of bismillahirrochmaanirrochiim, when they want to do whatever the work," said Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Try to do."

"Guesto go to teacher."

"And thou Rejo, there is no need to go with Donosari. I have a request for you. That is, you begin to dig a big enough hole. Continue digging until the hole is filled with chest-deep water. If it is so, you every day to time, catch as many fish as possible. Keep the fish alive, then put it in the hole or pond you made."

Rejo did not argue at all.

Syech Jumadil Kubro drowned again in remembrance. Donosari soon passed, heading to the village. Meanwhile, Rejo, began digging a hole with a makeshift tool, not far from the hut where Syech Jumadil Kubro recited.

Every day, there were people passing near the hut, and always asked, for what Rejo made the hole.

"To be given fish."

Of course, Rejo's answer made the villagers laugh

According to them, what Rejo did was just a waste. Because, the number of fish at times is very large, and it is impossible to be hunted down to posterity.

"Young man, you are doing a futile work. Bizarrely. Make what a hole it is, anyway at times very much fish. We'll just catch him."

"I don't know myself, I was just told by Kanjeng Guru."

Syech Jumadil Kubro who heard this just smiled.

Rejo also did not bother the villagers. He kept catching fish at times, then sown in the pond. Rejo also widened the pool he made. The day is broad and deep. Many fish are also being spread.

In line with that, Donosari was also busy participating in various citizen rituals. It's just that, often he said bismilbornrohmanirrohiim with a loud voice.

"Kang Donosari, what's that saying?"

"Oh, that's a saying to start all the work."

"Have we not laid offerings and burned incense before we began work?"

"For what purpose?"

"Yes, let's get our job done. And all this time it was good. Abundant harvest, catch lots of fish, can be a lot of hunted animals. It's because we give offerings before we work."

"Try now, all in all, give the addition of a great mantra, namely bismillahirrahmaanirrohim. Say it before you all hunt, farm, catch fish. Please compare the results."

"Make what, anyway all this time we always succeed with offerings."

"What's wrong with trying?"

Some people choose enough to sow offerings and burn frankincense, before going to work. Others, ask to be taught the bismillah spell.

Allah has ordained, some who recite the mantra of the bismillah, the catch is always more than the one who does not pronounce.

"Right, it proved. Who wants to say bismillah, the results are more. Although the difference is only a little. If, after all, would say as much bismillah, there is a possibility of much more catches."

"Is it really like that?"

"I don't know myself. But, once again. What's wrong with trying."

Some of these people decided to try it.

All night, they say bismillah continuously until the morning.

Although in a lackluster condition because all night saying bismillah, they burn incense first, put up offerings, and do not forget to say bismillah, then they hunt and catch fish.

It is strange, even though they hunt without passion because of drowsiness, as if hunted animals that come to them.

In the beginning, not a few people cheered them.

"What do you do all night reading that strange spell. This morning, look, you're all uninspired. Is it possible to hunt or catch fish without such exertion?"

But, some people who say this bismillah all night, as if they don't care. They just want to prove that the spell is really powerful.

In fact, when in the afternoon they return to the village, their hunting results are far more than just villagers who burn incense or install offerings.

At first, they were just quiet. However, when the events occurred only those who get fish and hunted animals in large numbers, while most villagers no one can hunt animals, residents began to ask a lot.

"Is it true that you always cast that strange spell every night, so you get a lot of game animals?"

"really. In fact, even when we rest, the game animal seems to come to us. Look at yourself, each of us finally made a cage, because the animal seemed tame and came to us. We can't kill him, and we take him home to keep him. The mantra of Donosari's kakang is effective. Try to read the same mantra. Who knows, it's good for me too" said one person.

Then, he taught how to recite the mantra.

And so, that night, almost all the villagers recited the mantra of bismillah.

Proved the next day, their catch is very much.

Farmers also feel the efficacy of this mantra. It rained even though it was dry season.

"Great spell" they all murmured.

And so, from then on, all night long, the villagers read bismillah. In fact, so that they are not sleepy, sometimes out of the house for a walk. They met each other, and the mouths of all men read bismillah.

Gradually, they often wake up late. And they forgot to burn incense and put up offerings. Their catch remains numerous.

Gradually, they only realized that the power of the spell was much greater than the pairs of offerings.

"Yes yes, we just read this magic spell, the result is amazing, even without burning incense. Well then, why burn incense," take one citizen.

And, predictably, at that moment, appeared a bearded rishi and dressed in white.

"Why don't you all burn incense or set up offerings? Didn't you guys break the ancestral rules? What if the gods get angry and make you all poor?" asked the sage, who was none other than the incarnation of gondoruwo.

"Good rishis, we've got a magic spell from Kakang Donosari. With this spell, we can get a huge catch. Why burn frankincense and put offerings."

"Remember, your offerings are a form of reverence for the gods. Remember the anger of the gods."

Most of the people were frightened by this Resi talk.

In fact, this Resi is also showing off science. When he waved his hand, a large bamboo tree, as if answering the hand of the sage. The bamboo tree was bent.

The people were getting scared, and they promised Resi to burn incense again.

Few citizens are not afraid.

"We will also try the magic matra of Kakang Donosari to bend bamboo."

These few citizens started to concentrate on reading bismillah. No bamboo tree will bend.

"Ha ha ha. Where the proof of the spell was magical, the spell could not bend the bamboo tree. Even the bamboo tree is more obedient to the wave of my hand."

"Resi, try to let the bamboo bend over this all night," challenged the few citizens.

Replacement Resi is none other than Genderuwo is confused. Earlier, he could bend the bamboo tree, because he asked his friend jin-jin to pull the bamboo, then occupied together. But, to make the bamboo duck all night, of course the jinn and dedemites do not want. They must have chosen to roam the villages sipping offerings and incense.

"Why does it have to be all night?"

"Because in fact we've been informed by Kakang Donosari before. He said, maybe one day, you will be visited by the Sakti Resi. The sage will show off the science of magic. The easiest is to cover the bamboo tree. If that's the case, ask him to take down the bamboo tree overnight" said one person, who regularly reads bismillah.

"What?! Donosari follow-up?" shouted the Rishi.

This impact, accompanied by as if a deep energy that raises the rumbling wind around Resi.

This made some of the people present at the place guts, except for some who already believed in the power of bismillah.

Some people still recite this magic spell. Uniquely, they were not at all exposed to fear at all to Resi.

Suddenly, from a distance, this magic spell was uttered by people.

"Bismilbornrochmaanirrochim."

It was slow, but everyone could hear.

Slowly, it sounds more obvious.

His figure emerged from behind the thicket of the bush.

Donosari walked quietly, approaching this crowd of people.

"Resi, we have no covenant, you are forbidden to interfere and I will not bother you either."

Who was present was shocked by the braids. They did not expect that these two people had met before.

"Resi, listen to the request of the villagers. Make this bamboo tree fall all night. If you can do that, let alone the villagers, I will follow you."

Resi gamang's.

"Prove that you are right and you are powerful."

Resi. Silence mute.

Donosari approaches the downed tree. Donosari knew that the tree was being occupied by dozens of jin.

As soon as Donosari shook his hand just once, dozens of jin was immediately run off the ridge. I don't want the bamboo tree back up.

"Now, I'm here, just try to wave your hand back at the bamboo tree, will he duck down again?" challenge Donosari.

Resi silent.

The people there were tense.

"Let's do it."

Resi silent. But his face was red withstanding anger.

"Who is actually breaking? You or me?"

Resi immediately turned over, and passed.

His steps were followed by some people who believed in the greatness of the Resi or who liked to install offerings and burn frankincense.

"Well, gentlemen. This is proof that, something we believe to be true, we must hold fast forever."

Some of those people are down. They admitted that Donosari was more powerful than Resi.

"Fathers, know the mantra of bismillah which I teach the Fathers of all, is still incomplete. I have many more spells that are even more powerful. If you're interested, please meet me in the cave, or near the river" Donosari said.

"Anu Kakang, I read this mantra with firm conviction, but why the bamboo tree did not want to duck. Meanwhile, Resi just by waving her hand, the bamboo tree was willing to duck."

Donosari.

"It shows that we as humans are weak. There is only one who is great, Allah swt. If you want to know more deeply, we can talk later. Clearly, Rishis is not alone. Many creatures of the jinn dedemit who helped him, to hold the bamboo tree. To that end, when I shook my hand to expel the Dedemit genie from the occupied bamboo tree, the bamboo tree stood up again, and Resi did not want to wave his hand again. Because, there is no way the bamboo tree will duck again, because the Dedemit genie has run away from here," said Donosari.

"So..."

"really. If not helped by the power of the jinn dedemit, Resi can not do anything. Do not be afraid, for we are protected by God. Including those who bring fish or hunted animals to the Father."

"Anu Kakang's. Who is Allah?"

"He is a God that is to be worshipped. In Hinduism, like a god. But there is only one God, God. It is impossible for this world to be governed by many gods. The fathers can imagine, this Jero Cliff village is led by more than one lurah or higher ups. What's going on?"

"It could be, the gentiles would fight themselves."

"Rubber. That's the picture. Thus, the world and the universe are governed only by one substance, that is, God set, who is all-powerful over all things."

All speechless.

"So, is it possible that the tall growing bamboo tree, ducked by itself? Sure didn't. Because it violates the rules of nature or sunnatullah. But if Allah wills, nothing is impossible. All is possible for Allah swt."

Everybody stay still.

"Already fathers. If you want to talk, can meet me in the cave or on the edge of the time. Importantly, practice the mantra sincerely, no matter what.

"Good brother."

Some villagers, with passion and confidence practice the mantra of bismillah. In fact, they did not hesitate to peek around the river, where they saw strange movements together. Led by Syech Jumadil Kubro and the two at the back, they made that strange move, at certain times.

"The back of Donosari, who is this cloaked man?"

"Oh, he's my teacher. His name is Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro."

"Ooooh....."

"We peeked, Kakang Donosari and Rejo, following the movements of the panjenengan teacher. Is that a new spell? Can it give you any magic?"

"Oh. That's called prayer. If in Hinduism it is the same as praying at home. If in Islam there is a mosque, which is a place of congregational prayer, if in Hinduism the name is Pura."

"Oh so."

Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro glanced for a moment, then continued his wirid again.

"All we do is congregational prayer, in which the reward is promised to be doubled 27 times. Salat is pure to worship Allah. Not for the purpose of devotion or empowerment. Thus, by this prayer, we realize that we are weak, while God is Strong and Mighty. Actually, the prayer is for our own needs, for our own good as human beings" Donosari said.

"Will Kakang Donosari teach us about prayer?"

"Oh, of course I want. But there are stages to go through. That's if you want to."

"Now. We really want to."

"First, all of you must pronounce and make the creed. It is a confession that there is no god but Allah, and Muhammad is the apostle of Allah."

"Who is Muhammad?"

"Muhammad was an apostle or messenger of Allah, who delivered the glad tidings of Allah, the religion of Islam. Religion of Salvation."

"Safety Religion? What'sthat?"

"The end? What the hell is that?"

"Late is eternal life. Man will be placed according to his deeds in this world. If he is good, heaven will enter, and if he is evil, infidel, will be put into hell. Forever."

"So Muhammad taught Islam. That so?"

"really. If you will, I will tell you about the blessed life of Muhammad."

"In Hinduism, do you have a messenger?"

"I don't know. For all I know, there are many gods in Hinduism. In Islam it is not. There is only one God, God. Besides Allah, they are all created by God. Sometimes people are fooled by the temptations of demons, demons, or jinn. And it is their duty to seduce men. For this reason, we live in this world is actually a test to aim for eternal life in the hereafter."

All speechless.

"The difference is death. In Islam, the body is buried in the ground, after some obligation to the body, which is bathed, pardoned, crucified, and then buried. If in Hinduism it is burned."

"Yes, with diaben, the spirit can reach nirvana, the swarga loka," they said.

"In Islam it is not. Man died that means he entered the realm of barzah or the grave. In this world, it is the time of waiting for man until the coming of the end of the world, the destruction of the universe because it was commanded by Allah to be destroyed. After that, there is a day of counting the worship charities. For those who are Muslim, of course his worship will take him to heaven. For those who are not Muslims, of course, no matter how great their worship in the world, must go to hell."

"Donosari's back, we're afraid...."

"I'm scared myself, too" replied Donosari.

"In that case, please quickly teach us about Islam and guide us to Islam. We're afraid of going to hell."

"Alright, let's read the creed together."

Then, some of the men read the creed together.

Not felt, everything shed tears. Including Syech Jumadil Kubro and Rejo.

They finally embraced each other.

Donosari eventually taught them about the prayer movement, and the times of obligatory prayer. And they chose to join the congregational prayer.

They chose to always perform congregational prayers in the hut at the edge of the time.

For a long time, they enjoyed the prayer. It felt like they wanted to continue in the hut and do prayers and prayers.

"Remember the fathers all have wives and children, which is the responsibility of the Father. If you only worship here continuously, pity the wife's children at the home of the fathers. You have to hunt or work."

"As long as we recite the bismillah spell, the number of hunts we get is overwhelming. Maybe it's not over yet."

"If you only worship here, how can you introduce Islam to your Hindu neighbors? You better go home and work as usual. It's just that, I advised, you should be more polite, more have a great manners. Because Islam is a religion full of great manners. Act from the conscience of the Father. That way, you won't lie. Be a good man."

Given such pitutur, some villagers went home. Only, when the time of prayer arrived, they came to the edge of time, to perform congregational prayers.

"If you always pray together here, what about hunting activities that are deep into the forest? If you believe prayer time has arrived, do it in the forest only. Don't get stuck praying here."

Some villagers also according.

Even so, there are only one or two people who perform congregational prayers in the hut beside the river. It's just that, when the prayers of Maghrib and Isha, always congregate. After prayers, usually, they are given religious knowledge by Donosari or Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Only, they were still wondering about the pond that was daily widened by Rejo. Already so, always filled with live fish by Rejo. The fish were caught at times, then transferred to a large pond.

"Donosari's back, what exactly is the point of that big pool being made for Nak Rejo?"

"I don't know. Because, Rejo did it on the orders of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro."

"Oh, are you going to ask me about that big pool?" suddenly Syech Jumadil Kubro followed suit, then sat shifted from his position of remembrance, approaching to the people.

"Based on the dream of the Istikharah prayer that I did, I got a signal from God, there will be a severe pagebluk in this village. Where the animals died, and the water could not be used because it was poisonous. I just don't know when that will happen. Only God knows."

Some of these converts were shocked.

"Do we also need to create a pool in our respective homes?"

"No need. Let this pool be widened by Rejo, and for the needs of the villagers, if the pagebluk really happens. You can all also do the preparation, which is to dry the meat of your game animals, to prepare food when the pagebluk occurs."

All takdim mangosteen.

From then on, they ordered his wife to start drying the meat from the hunted animals that had been brought home.

There is a lot of meat they get.

Other villagers who were still Hindus began to sneer.

"Look at those who like the tangles, they began to gather the dried meat. Nearby times, also make a pond and every day filled with fish. Make what? They are just weird. Aren't there a lot of game animals, and a lot of fish at times?"

"Ha ha ha. They have corrupted our ancestral customs. They have denied the gods. Remember, there will be anger of the great gods against them" said the Rishis, who suddenly appeared from behind a large tree.

In the spirit of this Rishi, the Hindus were increasingly convinced that they would be protected by the gods. They increasingly sneer at the behavior of about eight converts who are increasingly keen to work and hunt. The converts who prepared themselves as well as possible, to meet the pagebluk, increasingly scorned and ridiculed.

"God has given us a lot of fortune. Hunting animals will not run out even though hunted seven derivatives. Fish in the river. Clear water no less. Then, why do you dry the meat, multiply to obtain game animals and ground them. That again, the young Rejo, why make a pond that is increasingly widened and filled with fish. It is a wasted work. The gods must be angry because you have never burned frankincense again, never put up another offering. The gods also feel insulted, because you have every heart with that cloaked person" one person told his convert neighbor.

"It's okay Kang. This is our belief. We do this for Kakang later. We believe that one day a page will appear that causes the water can no longer be drunk, the animals run away, and the fish die. For this reason, we work hard to prepare for it all. Later, we will also give Kakang dry meat kok," said the convert.

"Ha ha ha. Rishi told us, You are the ones who will be affected by the disaster. We're not. Later if you are all affected by a disaster, do not forget to put the offerings again and burn incense. You're just weird."

As many as eight converts, on average ridiculed crazy by their respective neighbors. But, they flinch. In fact, now they can Islamize their wives and children. Only, for congregational prayers, only the husband who came to the hut beside the river. While the wife, praying at home. In fact, the wife tends to hide her Islam because it maintains relationships with neighbors.

"Fathers of all, Allah has given guidance to the families of all fathers, by inviting wives and children to become Muslims, may the life of the fathers of all be better. But, so that the religious knowledge between the Father and the wife is not lame, it is good, after we teach here, the father also conveyed to the Wife. Including teaching prayers, teaching prayers, and starting to learn together to spell the Koran" Donosari said.

These converts look relieved and grateful.

"Only, there is something we cannot do perfectly. We are performing Friday prayers. During this time, we keep Friday prayers but our number is still very limited. Indeed, the good thing is, the number is at least 40 worshipers. We only have eleven. All of you, me and Rejo. While the one who became khotib was Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. Really, how happy we are, if the number of adherents of Islam is quite a lot, at least 40 people" said Donosari.

Without being asked, the converts who increasingly understand the meaning of Islam, began to introduce to the neighbors, even though they were sneered crazy.

Even so, they remained patient, smiling and always having fun.

This makes the neighbors wonder. How can you, even made fun of.

"Because we were promised the true paradise. It is not a paradise, nor is it a paradise. We believe that the religion of Islam is correct. With Islam we are happy. Islam teaches the cleanliness of the heart and the cleanliness of the body. Islam teaches us to be humble. Really Kang, we felt like we had found something we had been looking for" one convert told his neighbor.

And it was finally proven.

Because one rainstorm hit the village of Jero Gorge. Several large tubal trees collapsed into the river in the upper part. The tubal poison that was in the hanging roots of this tree, began to enter the river water. If it is in a little condition it may not have any impact. But, if the number is very large, it certainly has an impact.

The fish at times started floating, drunk.

The healthy fish immediately fled in search of clean water.

Villagers who have not realized, keep drinking river water. They have a very bad stomach pain. In fact, some people are even dead.

They realized, their village was ravaged by pagebluk.

Gradually, the color of the river water changed to reddish-brown.

The animals that lived in the forest, began to move, because there was no longer a source of water to drink.

People are starting to get confused. They are increasingly tips on installing offerings, burning frankincense. They want help from God.

However, not the help obtained, but worse. For some reason, the sun is getting hotter and the temperature is whipping, even though they are in the mountainous region. This causes the plant to dry out.

For days, the residents tried to survive, and they still hesitated to ask for Rejo's pool water.

While eight converts who have made preparations, it remains economical to eat dry meat. They also distributed to neighbors who were in trouble.

Nature is vicious. Not only is the land fast, but the land is starting to crack. Surprisingly, Rejo's pond remained full, and the water was clear. Surprisingly again, the water is still reddened, although the villagers have removed some fallen tuba trees into the river water.

Villagers began to look for the existence of sage that was considered powerful. They want to ask for help in order to be released from this prolonged illness and famine.

Moreover, when the water supply is only in the Rejo-made pond. The fish that were planted began to breed. Residents of the village who are still hesitant, can only look, although they are welcome to take water and fish.

They were ashamed, because, all this time they mocked Rejo, Syech Jumadil Kubro, Donosari and eight other converts, with the name crazy.

"Please take the water from this pond, and please lure the fish. It's okay anyway. This pond and fish are indeed prepared to face the current drought conditions. If the fathers are still hesitant, then the Fathers will be difficult themselves. Go ahead" Donosari said.

But the villagers are still flinching. They still believe, the Resi will be able to take them out of this difficulty. While the Resi himself, never again showed the trunk of his nose.

"O God, we are putting up offerings, and burning incense, where is your help?" luh the villagers.

Things got sad a few weeks later. The villagers have no power. Food supplies no longer exist, other than relying on the provision of eight converts. They also came to the hut on the river bank.

"Kanjeng Syech, Kakang Donosari, we asked permission to take water in Rejo's pond. What can?" said Lurah kampung, with quite sad conditions.

"Please, Gentlemen. Rejo has instead made several different locations, for bathing and for water to take. The fish can also be Father Mother fishing. Go ahead. This pool is indeed prepared for lean needs. So, gentlemen, do not hesitate" said Donosari.

Syech Jumadil Kubro smiled.

There were no swear words or insults from the eight converts.

They were even more generous in providing dry meat supplies.

Of course, this makes the citizens of this squashed village sympathize.

"Rear, I saw Kakang very changed after following Kakang Donosari. Is what Kakang Donosari really taught you right?" ask someone to a convert.

"God is right. What is taught is the religion of Islam, the true religion, the one religion that will lead us to the pleasure of Allah, and the religion that leads us to true heaven."

"How can I follow the religion of Islam?"

"Reading the creed."

"Now, can?"

So, the convert led to reciting the shahadah, especially reciting its meaning in Javanese.

"The back is now a Muslim. For the next, let's gather every night in a riverbank hut, to get a lesson from Kakang Donosari or Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro."

This event is not enough once. Those who desperately waited for the help of the gods, finally decided to convert to Islam. So, in a relatively short time, the adherents of Islam in the village of Jurang Jero more and more.

They also actively participated in religious lessons taught by Kanjeng Shech Jumadil Kubro or Donosari.

"Alhamdulillah, finally we can do Friday prayers with an ideal amount. Our brothers and sisters, the number is more than 40 people" said Syech Jumadil Kubro.

They eventually built a mosque in a former riverbank hut.

After the mosque was finished, Syech Jumadil Kubro even invited the residents of this convert, to go to the field, to perform istisqa prayers.

"Fathers, we will perform the istisqa prayer, which is the prayer of asking for rain to Allah. May God grant our request" asked Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Allah Akbar! After performing the istisqa prayer, even the citizens had not yet moved from their seats, the cloudy began to gather right above them, and covered the sunlight.

Before long, the rain fell. It's getting worse for a long time.

"Allahu Akbar!" screeched them.

Slowly, one by one from this mum was crying a mouthful.

They hugged, and finally all prostrated in the rain.

A few days later, the water began to clear again.

"Donosari, presumably, we will continue the journey again. You live here, and do proselytizing until all residents of Jero Village become Muslims. My message, be a trustworthy leader. Remember that worldly pleasures are only temporary while the Hereafter is forever."

"Where are Kanjeng Shech and Rejo going?"

"I want to take Rejo to look for Kakang Subakir."

"For what?"

"This is it, Rejo wants to be his disciple."

Donosari.

Is not the science of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro, also no less great than Kanjeng Syech Subakir.

Donosari asked.

"Can't Kanjeng Syech teach Rejo? Why look for Kanjeng Syech Subakir?"

"That's Rejo's own wish. In fact, before, Rejo had met Adi Syech Belabelu. If it must be taught, Rejo should have been taught by Adi Syech Belabelu first. Didn't we?"

Rejo just looked down. Dare not speak. In fact, in Rejo's heart was filled with a desire to learn to anyone, including Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Why did Rejo and I come here? Because I want to invite Rejo to perform Friday prayers. After a long time, then we can really carry out the Friday prayer in full. Thank God" said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Donosari was a little absent-minded. Understandably, the last few months, he had a friend. Rejo and his teacher, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

In a moment, he will himself carry out a difficult task, which is to guide the people.

"alright. Let's go to the three of us to meet the old gondoruwo," asked Syech Jumadil Kubro.

They walked in tandem to one large tree, where the gondoruwo lived.

"Hey Rishi, please!" shouts Syech Jumadil Kubro.

From behind the huge tree, slowly appeared an old figure of an old man dressed in rishi.

"Show me your real face."

Slowly, the figure of the sage turned into a hairy creature with a height of about 2 meters.

"Me and Rejo are leaving. The one who lives here is Donosari. Do you not accept that Islam began to be embraced by the people of Jero Valley?"

Gondoruwo showed an unhappy face.

"No. I'm not gonna bother you. But if you disturb people, you will face the Donosari. Have you not been defeated by Donosari when you have laid down the bamboo?"

"You go. But I will not be silent forever. I will seduce and destroy the people one by one, until they embrace Hinduism again. What I'm concerned about is not the religion, it's up to humans, but they want to burn incense and put up another offering" warned Gondoruwo.

"Rather than such threats, it is better to fight all together. If you dare, face Rejo. The young boy" challenged Syech Jumadil Kubro.