THE SUNAN BODYGUARD

episode 2d: Tested by Syech Subakir.

"Why don't I feel any bidara leaves in this hand? When do these leaves sit on your hands?"

Rejo.

He immediately closed his eyes again. Concentrate on two open palms.

Until the afternoon, not a single leaf had perched on his palm.

Rejo stopped his efforts. He chose to rest and relax around the times, by putting his two soles in the water.

Mind empty.

At that moment, a mosquito flew around his neck. Surely, Rejo's eyes didn't see.

Rejo's hands were reflexively moving, and like scooping something.

Rejo himself was shocked.

As soon as his hand was opened, there was a dead mosquito squashed.

Rejo looked at the mosquito.

"How could I have caught a mosquito around my neck, when I didn't see, didn't hear the sound of flying, didn't even know there were mosquitoes. Why would that be?"

Rejo tries to do it again, but with full concentration. There are lots of mosquitoes around it. Sometimes Rejo's catch does hit, but more often missed.

Rejo again made himself as relaxed as possible, but his mind was directed to catch mosquitoes. However, the result was that not a single mosquito was caught.

"what's the difference between concentration and relaxation? When I concentrate, I can still catch mosquitoes even though I can't always, but when I relax, I can't catch mosquitoes at all. Then, how can I catch a mosquito with a reflex, even if I don't see it?"

Rejo concluded, the maximum result when the body reacts reflexively, not contrived.

So Rejo went back under the tree. Made himself as sleek as possible. Eyes closed. He almost fell asleep.

As a result, he felt some whirling wind being torn apart by something.

The extremely fine wind swirling, coming from the fallen bidara leaves broke the wind around him.

Rejo remains relaxed and relaxed.

And reflexively, Rejo's two hands suddenly moved.

Rejo himself was shocked. As soon as he opened his eyes, in the two palms of Rejo there were bidara leaves.

"Oh. That's secret! I knew. The extremely gentle whirring of the wind emerged from the fallen bidara leaves and rubbed against the surrounding air. If I know the direction of falling bidara leaves, then I will also know the weight of these leaves. Because, it will be illustrated by how strong the wind whirring that I can catch with this ear. All right, I'll try."

This time, Rejo chose a standing position. Relax with eyes closed.

Gradually, he began to listen to the soft sound of the wind whirring.

"That's it!"

Rejo moved in the direction of the whirling wind that appeared. His hand was opened.

Hap!

There was one bidara leaf on his palm.

Tried felt the weight of one leaf it.

There's weights.

"Alhamdulillah. It must be in the palm of my hand there are leaves. I felt the weight of these leaves," Rejo said as he opened his eyes.

Aye! There was one bidara leaf on his palm.

Rejo closed his eyes again, made himself as relaxed as possible, and listened to the gentle whirring of the wind around him.

Rejo moves and keeps moving. Apparently he felt more and more soft sighs. That means, there are many bidara leaves that fall.

Opened eyes.

Aye!

In the palm of his hand, there were some bidara leaves that he managed to catch.

Rejo looked around, many bidara leaves scattered.

Rejo took the leafy twigs, and the leaves were swept away until not a single leaf remained.

Rejo is determined to catch all the leaves that fall after him. By clearing the area from the bidara leaves, it will be**** measure, how many bidara leaves Rejo has managed to capture.

Rejo closed his eyes again.

Make himself relax.

Rejo began to feel a subtle sigh around him.

Rejo began to move in all directions, to catch the falling leaves, in the position of the eyes remained closed. If he feels his hand has been full of leaves, he moves in one direction, and puts it.

Next so.

Rejo did this long enough.

And as a result, almost all the fallen bidara leaves were captured. With evidence, he barked the bidara leaves in one place.

While where he stands, keep clean from the leaves of bidara.

"alright. Now I'm more convinced, that I already know how heavy the weight of one bidara leaf."

Rejo improved his training, by picking up one small twig. The twig was dropped towards his open palm. Rejo examined the whirring of the wind that appeared when the twig fell.

"Hm. It weighs about 60 tens of bidara leaves."

Rejo looks fun to improve this new ability. Various objects around it measured its weight, with a benchmark of one bidara leaf.

Over time, the objects measured by weight get heavier. He no longer wears the size of a bidara leaf, but one small pebble. Then, it is increased to one pebble a fist.

Until finally, Rejo's two palms could actually detect the weight of one object.

Rejo began to approach a stone the size of a buffalo.

He put his palm on the stone.

"Hmmm. This rock weighs about 150 miles a buffalo's head."

It's just that, Rejo must be able to know, how much deep power must be spent in order to lift the big stone without being crushed.

Rejo began to pump a deep energy in his palm. Slowly slowly, while starting to feel the weight of the stone.

Long enough, Rejo did this.

He's trying to be patient.

Up to one moment, he felt, a deep power flowing in his hand, equivalent to the weight of that huge stone.

Rejo added little by little his inner energy.

At a certain level, instead of a rock the size of a buffalo was raised, it even broke apart.

Rejo.

"What's this about? In fact, I already know the weight, and I am also careful in exerting energy in. What's wrong?"

Tejo tried to find out.

After pondering and observing the buffalo stone, Rejo understood, what was done was too rash. Rejo finds the stone groove. Like the human body, there are thousands of muscles and blood flow.

"Of course this stone is falling apart, because I have not understood the groove of the stone. So, in order for me to be able to lift this smoldering stone without breaking apart, then I must carefully lay down my palm, and understand the stone groove so as not to fall apart. It was not that I let out a deep energy, if I could even absorb the energy of the stone into my body. This absorption of energy is the same as the adhesive between the stone grooves, so it does not break apart. All I need now is, how can I suck the stone energy into my palm. And measure how I can organize the energy of the stone, so that it can lift it. All right, I'll try it."

Rejo started to prepare himself. Learned the weight of one stone, and of course the energy stored in the stone was equivalent to its weight. Rejo studied the stone grooves. He was trying to find the center point of the stone groove. And of course it is quite difficult because the center is generally in the middle. However, Rejo was able to find the sharpest and loudest point. That's where Rejo's palm was affixed.

Rejo regulated the breath, and attempted to detect the energy stored in the stone.

"Can!" after a long time of trying.

Slowly, as Rejo managed to catch his breath, he tried to absorb the stone energy in both of his palms.

Start entry. However, just as quickly as that anyway, the stone energy returned to the stone.

"How can I hold it?"

Rejo remembers his activities making a pool.

How could the surface of the dredged land be able to close again? Of course it is impossible, except how to throw it up and fall again into the hole made.

"It is certainly not too different from absorbing the energy of this stone. Wasn't I also like hoeing the ground?"

Rejo tried again. This time, the energy from the stone was absorbed in his palm, flowed throughout the body, and locked on the legs.

"Can!"

The energy of the stone did not go back into the stone.

More and more stone energy was stored at his feet. It was just that, in the stone itself was already full of energy again, coming from the ground.

When the energy of the stone at the foot was opened.

"Brake!"

The stone broke again.

"What's wrong?"

Rejo temporarily stopped his desire to move a rock as big as a buffalo. He chose to be worthy of Allah, to ask for guidance in order to solve the problems he faced.

One thing Rejo believed. If he can not find an answer to this problem, of course, will not be left alone by Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

With this belief, Rejo tried hard to move a rock as big as a buffalo well.

"If I could move the boulder, I would be able to tell which one was the temptation of the devil and which one was not. Am I not here to know how Satan tempts and disturbs the hearts of men. And I thought, this is a step I have to go through. If I can't move this boulder, I'm sure Kanjeng Shech Jumadil Kubro won't be here soon. Or vice versa, if I wait for the arrival of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro to ask about how to move the stone, of course I just wasted time. I have to find!"

Although his confidence is high, Rejo still finds a deadlock. Even tend to daydream.

Until one moment, he remembered the story of kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro when he defeated gendruwo in Jero Crash Village.

Rejo.

As if he had the inspiration of Allah.

"Would it not have been then, Kanjeng Shech Jumadil Kubro said, that within me there are two opposing forces. Smooth and rough, hard and soft. Don't-don't, the story not only describes when I beat gedruwo, but also serves to the current events. That is, when I have to move a rock as big as this buffalo."

"This rock is hard. I use the energy in a hard. When I draw the energy of the stone, it is also a hard energy. Of course, if hard meets hard, then what appears is a hard collision as well. Then, I should have let out a gentle energy, so that the stone does not break. But, I found the gentle energy from where?"

Rejo's like a crazy guy. He spoke for himself, as his feet were put in the water.

He occasionally lifted his leg, then dropped suddenly.

The water splashing makes the water tinge temporarily, then gather again.

Rejo stared at the slow flowing water-goal of the time.

"Here we go. It's the gentle energy I need to be able to lift this big rock."

Rejo immediately took off his clothes, and sat cross-legged in the sloping river.

His two palms began to be put into the water.

Rejo detects water energy.

"Soft is indeed this water energy. I'll try it!"

Rejo concentrated on gathering as much water energy as possible, to the equivalent of stone energy.

When it was believed to have been worth it. Rejo approached a stone as big as a buffalo. Look for the stone groove, and look for the hardest point on the stone. Two palms Rejo clasped.

"Brake!"

The stone was broken again.

Rejo. He did not expect, if the soft water energy, still made a rock as big as a buffalo break apart.

"What's wrong?"

Rejo is indeed a smart young man who is not easily desperate. He firmly believes that to lift a rock as big as a buffalo, hard and soft energy is needed. Only, he had to find a way, so that the stone was not amber so touched Rejo's palm.

Rejo repeatedly looked at both of his palms.

“Because of being touched by this hand, the stones are amby. So, if you do not want to be over, yes of course the stone does not need to be exposed to the palm of the hand. Then, how can lift a large stone without holding?”

It takes hard and soft energy.

“So, without touching the stone, and without colliding energy, so that the stone is not ambyar.”

It didn't take long for Rejo to find the answer. Because, in pencak silat training, and when he exerts his energy in, he had seen the grass that ‘majau’ when Rejo's foot treaded nearby.

The repulsion from Rejo's soles could indeed move the grass, even though he did not hold it.

“When I practice, there is indeed a repulsion from my feet, so that it can make grass and reeds blush, even though they are untouched. But this is a stone, can I shake and move, without having to touch?”

“Alright, I'll try.”

Rejo back soaking in the water time. This time, it gathered gentle energy throughout his body. Rejo intended to make the soft water energy, as if it were hard as a rock. If there is the same energy, there will certainly be a resisting force.

When the energy has accumulated is very large, and almost equivalent to the energy of a stone, the rejo moves closer to the stone. Instead of being able to get close, the rejo bounced around rolling in the river.

“Hmm, good start. All right, I'll do.”

Rejo took a look at the groove of one large stone. After finding the most solid and hard point, Rejo began to open the horses, from about two fathoms. Two palms are directed at two opposite solid points of stone.

Rejo began to feel the repulsion of the stone. Rejo multiplies his inner energy. Even so, Rejo was wary, if the boulder started to crack, he immediately turned it into his original energy, which was soft.

The repulsion force of the stone is getting stronger. Rejo increasingly gripped the soles of his feet into the bottom of the river. He didn't want to bounce a second time.

Over time, the energy released by Rejo gets bigger. Rejo also began to feel the rock that was shot with power within it, beginning to waver.

Shortly thereafter.

“Kraaaak!”

The big rock started to roll.

“Hm, I have no intention of rolling a stone. I intend to lift the stone.”

Rejo doubled his strength again. A little rock started to lift. Rejo was panting. Although he did not touch the stone, the stone was finally able to lift slightly above the surface of the water.

Aye!

Rejo managed to lift a rock as big as a buffalo.

Rejo maintained his palm shooting at two opposite points. If he had lost his concentration, it would have been the rock sliding down.

With a high concentration, very sharp eyes on one large stone point, Rejo began to step slowly. The rock moves.

Uniquely, Rejo did not feel the stone was heavy, because Rejo's hands did not touch the stone at all.

Rejo seemed to just push lightly. Precisely the stone seemed to get the repulsion of the earth and river water. The stone is really floating!

It didn't take long, Rejo managed to move one big stone.

Rejo immediately turned around again, looking for another large stone, to be laid out in such a way, that it could become a safe haven for animals who were about to drink water. Because, the tiger continues to threaten from across the globe.

It didn't take long for Rejo to finish the job of lifting the boulders.

"I have lifted a large stone. Is it true that my sin of breaking these stones has been forgiven by God? Is it by lifting these large stones that the devil no longer tempts me? Message from Kanjeng Shech Jumadil Kubro, I must know how the devil tempts humans. I must feel, find, and be able to resist the invocation of the devil. But, how is it going?"

"Not my efforts to lift this big stone, despite wanting to help weak animals from the threat of tigers, there is a lust that envelops me, which is how I can master the science of lifting large stones. Is not lust also influenced by Satan? Forgive me, O Allah, Most Forgiving."

"Then, how can I know which one is the temptation of the devil, which one is not?"

"O Allah, give your servant sufficient knowledge to know the temptations of Satan."

Not feeling, Rejo immediately cried a mouthful.

By ourselves.

Rejo's crying is getting louder.

"Son..congratulations! You have understood the temptations of the devil," suddenly Syech Jumadil Kubro emerged from behind a big tree.

Rejo. He felt no other presence around him. Rejo wiped his tears immediately.

"Don't wipe your tears. Let him drip, for it drops the weakness of a servant. Don't worry, don't be smart, don't be smart. You have understood the weakness of a servant. That's the key to fighting the demon's arrogance."

"Remember, when the man feels he can, then he has actually entered the hole, where in the hole there are many demons that will tempt him from various sides. Generally, a person is easily aware of the temptation of Satan when he is invited to do injustice. However, very few people realize that he is being seduced by the devil when the position of the man is victorious, is feeling close to God. Allah Akbar. I also take refuge in God in the subtle temptations of Satan."

Rejo immediately stood up, shook hands and kissed Kanjeng Shech Jumadil Kubro's hand.

"Son. Let's leave this place. Do you know about Satan's temptations?

"I know your anxiety. Indeed my message to you, find out how the devil seduces. But you have found the answer, which is how to resist the invocation of the devil, and to remove most of the temptations of the devil."

Rejo was confused.

"What is Ya Kanjeng Syech?" tanya Rejo braced herself.

"Do you not know?" kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo nodded.

"There's only one way to ward off demons."

"What is it, Kanjeng Syech?"

"That is realizing our weaknesses as human beings. As long as the man has more feelings than any other, the devil easily seduces him. Satan easily took control of his heart. Until gradually he fell into a serious misdirection. The invisible error. Not a few examples since the Prophet Adam, a man who slipped because of his attitude is greater than others."

"Ohhh....."

Not to mention Rejo continued his speech, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro interjected:

"By knowing there is a weakness, it will realize that there is the Greatest, which is Allah. That way, God willing, man will survive the afterlife" said Syech Jumadil Kubro, while stroking Rejo's hair.

"Son, are you still interested in meeting with Shech Subakir?"

Rejo was surprised by this question.

He doesn't know how great Shech Subakir is. Meeting and with Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro alone, Rejo has very much absorbed various Islamic sciences.

"Do I need to meet with Kanjeng Shech Subakir? Which one is for his face I don't know. But, clearly, the gilders who hold the title Syech, the knowledge is very great. Shech Belabelu was also so, despite being very fat, the movement was very light, the movement of prayer was never difficult. Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro is also amazing. What is Kanjeng Shech Subakir?" thought Rejo.

Presumably, Rejo's thought line was read by Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Son, you cannot compare us. Every human being must be given God's advantages, but certainly also have weaknesses. By comparing us, you have actually instilled unbelief in your heart. How did you finally come to terms?"

Rejo looked down.

"Let's leave this time."

Rejo and Syech Jumadil Kubro walked along slowly.

They talk a lot about the science of Islam.

In a rice hut, these two people rested.

However, suddenly, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro said goodbye.

He walked towards the bamboo grove, towards the bamboo grove.

Rejo remained sitting resting in the hut.

However, long awaited, Syech Jumadil Kubro did not come.

Afraid of anything, Rejo followed towards the bamboo grove.

It turns out that Rejo did not find Syech Jumadil Kubro. Rejo dreary looking. In fact, Rejo decided to go deeper, in the bamboo forest. Still, don't find Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Surely, Syech Jumadil Kubro is not free to move in this bamboo forest, because the robe he wears must be easily caught here and there by bamboo thorns.

Leaving a moment of astonishment, Rejo decided to return to the hut at the rover.

Rejo chose to sit and wait.

Because the awaited did not come, Rejo decided to pray alone. After the dluhur prayer, Rejo saw a cloaked figure walking from the opposite direction. Rejo doesn't know who walked up to it. To be sure, he is not Syech Jumadil Kubro, because, the color of his robe is other.

Getting close, Rejo was shocked. For the one who walked near was Shech Jumadil Kubro, dressed in a gray robe. While entering the bamboo grove, the cloak of Syech Jumadil Kubro is dull white.

"Assynolajet. Why are you here?" ask Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo was confused and shocked.

"Didn't Kanjeng Shech take me out of the river?"

"When do I take it? This is me just coming."

"Really, Kanjeng Syech invited me, then we rest in this hut. After that, Kanjeng Syech pamit entered the bamboo grove there. Because long time no return here, I followed to the bamboo grove, but I did not find anyone there. I came back here, and suddenly Kanjeng Syech appeared from the opposite direction. So the story."

"Lho's? How strange. Truly, I just came and came here to take you away, and want to ask, whether I have found how the devil tempts humans," said Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro, while stroking his beard.

Rejo was confused just being able to gawk.

Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro slowly began to smile.

"I was talking about anything?"

Rejo told me everything.

"Ha ha ha... did I ask about, do you still intend to meet Syech Subakir?"

"Yes, Kanjeng Syech...."

"Ha ha ha. Great...really great....."

Rejo.

"Son. You know, the truth that came was not me, but she was Syech Subakir who wanted to teach you Islamic lessons. Hence, he finally asked, do you still want to meet Syech Subakir? Actually, you have met and talked. It's just that you don't realize" said Shech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo.

"I'm sorry Kanjeng Syech. It could be the other way around, the first one to come in a white robe is really Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro, while this Panjenengan is Kanjeng Syech Subakir."

"Pinter. Truly, you have understood."

"Understand what, Kanjeng Shech?"

"Understand how the devil seduces. Satan can only be fought with intelligence and intelligence, and is willing to think. Really, I haven't found anyone with a mind like yours. Had I said I was Shech Subakir, would you have believed me? And shortly after, I will say I am Syech Jumadil Kubro. Do you believe it too?"

Rejo was shocked.

"Remember that. Satan will also tease like that, sometimes saying good but soon will say bad. Only people who want to think can study it."

"Son, now. There's a third possibility, what if I'm the demon?"

Rejo.

"Is there any possibility of that?"

Rejo nodded.

"Ha ha ha. Son. feel it with your heart. Not with your physical eyes. As long as you rely only on your physical eyes, you will be deceived."

Rejo immediately became respectful, and please stay away for a while.

After being allowed, Rejo chose to sit in the shade, then he calmed down. Sealed tightly in his eyes, rubbed all his muscles. Rejo tried to open his inner eyes.

Gradually, it became clear.

He saw as if the blue light covered the entire body of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. Then, try to remember again the incident some time before, before Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro pamit want to go to the bamboo grove.

Seen by the figure of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro who walked towards the bamboo grove, around him shimmered white light.

"Hmmm. People are different. It's just that, I don't know, who really is Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro and Syech Subakir. In fact, maybe not both. How'this?"

After thinking for a long time, Rejo remembered something that could not be wrong. Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro always wears a robe, the bottom of which is a lot of fabric patches, because it is torn caught in the branches. Rejo recalled, often at rest, Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro sewed his own robe.

Rejo then got back up the hut in the rice field.

"How did Tole, find the answer?"

Rejo nodded.

Rejo looked at the end of the robe that Syech Jumadil Kubro was wearing.

Also try to glance at one other robe that is in the bundle, from the gap.

Invisible.

But, from this one cloak worn, Rejo tried to draw a conclusion.

"I'm sorry Kanjeng Syech. If not wrong, Panjengan is Kanjeng Syech Subakir. So, who was with me until he went to the bamboo grove, is really Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro."

"What's your base saying I'm Subakir?" kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro asked, smiling.

"I see the green light around Panjenengan, this means that Panjengan science is more prominent in the canoragan, while in Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro who walked into the grass I saw the white light. I mean, his science is stronger in wirid."

"Hmmmmm. Pretty good, but is there anything you can find that can set us apart. We are both demons?"

"If it's a demon, it's definitely not. We as humans come from the ground, certainly very react to fire. So I concluded, Panjengan is not a demon, because my body does not react at all."

"Hmmm good.... Then?"

"One more thing, which I believe cannot be wrong. The end of the cloak."

"What's with the end of our capes?"

"I know, the cloak of Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro many who perforated because often strung twigs. He also often sewed his own robes. However, I saw the tip of the long robe very differently. In addition to no stitches due to tearing, also I saw the bottom a lot of dust. This indicates that Panjengan often open the horses, and open pencak silat science. Does not Panjengan often plant pancer on this island of Java. So, Panjenengan is Kanjeng Syech Subakir, although what I see Panjenengan's face today is almost the same as Kanjeng Syech Jumadil Kubro. That's my conclusion."

"Pinter. Not only believe in the gaze of the eye, but rely more on the inner eye."

Rejo did not dare to speak anymore. He chose to duck.

"Son, look at the bamboo grove there."

Rejo saw a cloaked figure walking towards the hut.

Obviously the figure that came was Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo unintentionally looked to the side.

Seen a cloaked foreign figure.

His facial lines were hard, with a somewhat thin body, glaring sharp eyes. The muscle strokes on his two exposed arms were very dense and hard. It signaled his extraordinary physical strength.

Rejo was convinced that the one sitting next to him was Kanjeng Shech Subakir.

Rejo immediately sagged down from the seat in the hut, courting.

"Kanjeng Shech Subakir's. Thank you for the lesson," Rejo said as he saluted.

Syech Subakir stroking Rejo's hair.

"How does Kakang, does Rejo understand?" ask Syech Jumadil Kubro, who is approaching.

"It has. He's even more sintered than I thought. How'this? What about the knowledge of the Aqidah and its Shari'ah? Does he understand much?"

"God willing is ready, Brother," said Shech Jumadil Kubro, sitting next to Shech Subakir.

Rejo's chest was pounding very fast.

He did not expect, could meet two very famous Syech throughout Java.

"Son. Do you not want to learn from me?"

Rejo did not dare to move, let alone nod.

"Kanjeng Shech Subakir."

"Yep. How'this? Is he we left here?" shech Subakir said as he looked towards Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"Come on" replied Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo confused.

"Everything is clear now. You will not learn from me, and Shech Jumadil Kubro allows you to leave here. Alright. That's the decision."

Rejo.

Syech Jumadil Kubro also fell silent.

"Son. That's more than enough. Seek Islam in your wanderings. Discover the power of Islam, discover the essence of Islam. Try to overcome the temptations of the devil."

Rejo.

"Son, within you, there are two opposing forces. I know, how the science of violence Resi Swadaraya, as well as the white science of Resi Hitu Dawiya. All equally stand out in you. We-we can't control those two weird things in you. It could be, if you have a bad deed, both of us, not necessarily able to beat you, even though you are very young. Really, the power within you is not fooling around. How do you control it, or are you controlled by that knowledge. As long as you know, one of the characteristics of the science of Sesi Swadaraya is, always looking for enemies for magic fights, and the stakes are death. Resi Swadaraya instills knowledge, the most important being the greatest. And it's very strong in you. While the science of Hitu Resi, teaches about the depth of science, the beauty of mind. Of course you must be able to know where the call to goodness and where the call to hell. That's my message" said Syech Subakir while stroking Rejo's hair who continued to bow.

"Son. The decision cannot change again. You must part with us. During our journey, that is the science that I can teach you," added Syech Jumadil Kubro.

"One more son. I don't know, in the next few years, whether you are a good Muslim, or the most ruthless criminal, or an invincible warrior, obviously, I say, maybe one day you will meet my nephew, as I told you before, his name is Grace. Raden Rahmat's. He is still in the kingdom of Cempa. It may be that if Allah wills you to meet, you will meet. Please, take care of my nephew, whatever your condition," said Syech Jumadil Kubro.

Rejo.

However, this time he felt a sting in the hair that had been treated Syech Subakir. The sting grew stronger, and eventually made him sleepy.

Rejo fell asleep in a sitting position.

I don't know how long Rejo slept. As soon as Rejo opened his eyes, he was shocked. Around him, not the hut in the rice field, but the reeds are very high.

Rejo noticed some wood chips, which were probably the remains of a shredded hut.

Rejo shocked by the braid.

Rejo stood up.

But he collapsed again.

His feet could not hold his body weight.

"Why this?"

Rejo sat with his legs straightened.

"Actually, how long do I sleep?"

"It should be, this rice field remains a rice field. But, why is this even a reed plant?"

Rejo tries to move the legs, and bend, straighten the legs.

Rejo tried to relax all the veins in his body..

Rejo holds her hair. Growing up long.

In fact, when asleep, Rejo's hair is quite short and neat. Now, that hair is full.

"Actually, how long do I sleep?"

"O Allah, guide the servant."

Slowly, Rejo tried to stand up carefully.

Before long, Rejo was already able to train.

Crumble.

He practiced walking again, until he finally stood up.

Rejo walked over to the reeds.

His eyes were fixed on a distant village. Arrived in the village.

"Assalamualaikum" Rejo said to one man who was skinning bamboo.

"Waalaikum greetings" replied the man.

"Sir, what's the name of this village?"

"Boy from where?"

Rejo was confused not to answer.

"This is indeed a new village, named Sugih Waras."

"New town?"

"Yes, Son. This village only existed after the previous village was destroyed abandoned by the entire population because it was attacked by pagebluk. That was about 7 years ago. This village, it was only about three or four years ago."

"The father answered my greetings, what is the Muslim father?"

"Really Nak. The inhabitants of this village, all of them Muslims. We were also told to build this village by our lord, Syech Subakir. And, we are according. Who is this kid?"

Rejo had enough trouble telling what had happened to him. Rejo couldn't believe that he had been asleep for years.

"Allahu Akbar's. How weird is that?"

"How weird, son? Since there was a pagebluk, no one dared to come to the village there. Because if it gets close, it's gonna get snatched and die."

"Did anyone die from approaching?"

"Not yet, for all are afraid to approach."