While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 29 - The Ten-Year Santri

Kang Supri boyong from the pesantren. Ahmad Supriyanto, the quiet son of Haji Mukhiddin. The Mondok from Masdrasah Tsanawiyah to Madrasah Aliyyah. It's been ten years that Kang Supri went into a hut. The science must be high. Her lodging in the Salafiyyah pesantren in Jombang again. Mashaallah.The village is the arrival of blessings.

The remote villagers in Jepara were like the arrival of a hero. The mothers in the small market, the fathers in the patrol station, the mba under the mango tree are looking for gray hair, stuttering gempita talking about Kang Supri.

The tiny villagers had no one to eat higher education. Most pol High School or Aliyyah Madrasah. That's not much either. Mr. Kades is only a High School graduate, and the most famous, Mr. Mudin Sobari is only a five-year pesantren graduate. Still lost to five-year-old Kang Supri.

Kang Supri himself was quiet. Such an attitude makes residents more convinced that he is indeed highly educated. Is silence not gold?

***

Once upon a time, one of the people died. He, Mr. Darman, a rice farmer who is famous for helping his neighbors. On Friday Mr. Darman died, at ten in the morning. The story of his wife, since dawn Mr. Darman complained not feeling well. His head is quayeng, ask to buy jamu rice kencur. Mr. Darman slept in his room all day. Know-how when the garwo wants to make her husband breakfast first, Mr. Darrman has been found not breathing.

After being bathed, pardoned, and then at the stage of going to prayer, Mr. Mudin Sobari asked Kang Supri to replace his duties.

"Monggo, Kang Supri who ngimami."

Kang Supri was obviously shocked at the request. "Monggo just go sir. I still don't deserve it, sir. Sumonggos."

"I became a Mudin because of impromptu you kang," said Mr. Mudin while chuckling. "Your science is still shallow. udzur sampun. Sak niki wonten kang. Let the young continue."

With the support of the other elders, inevitably, Kang Supri had to accept the funeral prayer.

"Oh, how is this," Kang Supri said inwardly, panicking.

He tried to remember what he had learned while in the boarding school. Vaguely, between sure and unsure, only four designs he remembered.

"Yes, four reka'at. Praying the bodies of four reka'at," said Kang Supri in his heart.

Then the funeral prayer began, Kang Supri imitated.

First takbir.

Allah Akbar... Then rukuk.

There was an unspoken commotion. Ma’mum glanced at each other, chanting in code. "Why is this so? How are there rukuknya? Is there a corpse prayer?" so they say. However, they follow what Kang Supri does. I'tidal, bow down, sit between two prostrations, bow down second and then takbir again. So it continues until even four designs.

Mudin Sobari was confused, The grief family was confused, the citizens were confused, Kang Supri himself was confused.

"Sorry about Kang Supri, I am still shallow knowledge," said Mudin Sobari after the funeral prayer. "Every time I pray Mboten's body once even pray the four bodies of the raka'at. But always four takbiran. That's pripun nggeh kang?"

"duh.. Die me. I forgot that the prayer of the four bodies of the takbiran instead of the four rakaats" said Kang Supri in his heart. Finally Kang Supri made her big sense.

"This is Mr. Mudin" Supri whispered a little. "I have the inspiration, if this body is too heavy a sin. For this reason I perform the four-stage Prayer instead of four estimates. I ask God that this grave sin be forgiven."

Mr. Sobari mangosteen, residents nodding, increasing their confidence if Kang Supri is alim. Although, Ashabul Musibah (family) felt not so accepting, the Father was diligent in congregation, like to help the neighbors, what sins make the father arrive at the prayer of the four reka'at?

Waallahua.

***

The small village air brought sorrow back. Just after seven days Mr. Darman died, the small village again lost a citizen. Abdul Ghofur, commonly called Bagong. Dead because of falling from a coconut tree when climbing to eat his fruit for friends to eat sate antelope with his friends.

Actually no one is sad with the passing of Bagong because the person's care is bad. Bagong is known to like gambling, fighting chickens, sometimes stealing neighboring chickens, stealing watermelons that want to be harvested, and never seen congregational prayer in musala.

And again Mudin Sobari handed over his duties to Kang Supri. This time not barking the corpse, but bathing it. Got the task, Kang Supri died a flea, not wrinkled.

"Kepiye iki?" Kang Supri was confused. But don't call Kang Supri if he doesn't have any good sense.

"Sir Mudin, I will bathe Kang Bagong's body. But in the river."

"Why is that, Kang?"

"Let more afdhol (good) and barokah Pak Mudin," Kang Supri said. "But let me bathe the body myself."

In the end, assisted by two young villagers, Kang Supri brought Bagong's body to the riverbank to be bathed. Then Kang Supri told the two young men to leave him alone. He himself will bathe Bagong's body.

The river is wide and the current is swift. Especially in December like this, the rain makes the intensity of the water discharge overflow. If not careful, can not swim, can be washed away by the current.

Kang Supri doesn't know where to start. Long ago when he was taught fiqh, how to anoint the corpse, he slept. Sleep peacefully with his head on the table, occasionally making an artificial lake under his cheeks.

"Jaangkriikkkp... Tekkek.... Asuu..." said Kang Supri, Bagong's body has gone further, washed away.

Kang Supri was cursing, clubbing, her head clutched in her hands, so panicked. Kang Supri has to find some sense again to cover up her stupidity this time.

***

Step by step, Kang Supri appeared with an overwhelming calm, her smile expanding like a newly blooming flower.

"What's up Kang? Looks like sampeyan's happy again? Where's Mas Bagong's body? Still at times? Let's get picked up by the boys" said an older resident. The rest of the citizens crowded around, swarming around with Kang Supri, curious about what was happening.

"Subhanallah. Most holy of God" said Kang Supri reassured.

Citizens are crashing, getting curious.

"Kang Bagong turned out to be a very loved person distrusting God. Just after I finished bathing Kang Bagong's body, a miracle happened. The angels came, in the form of light. The angels took Kang Bagong's body straight to the sky. Lifted it. Subhanal…."

The citizens who heard that, both the young and the old looked a little doubtful. In their eyes there was nothing good at all. How could God have so much respect for him?

But this is the greatness of Kang Supri.

Santri who has been looking for science for ten years. Kang Supri must have Laduni knowledge, can see what ordinary people can not see. So people think.

"Subhanallah..."

"Allahu Akbar..."

"How good Kang Supri," praised the residents, complaining about Kang Supri.

***

Feeling unsettled to play a drama like this, acting on it, Kang Supri thought she had to do something.

"Is this so stupid of these villagers or so clever of me?" Kang Supri.

Kang Supri doesn't feel very smart. He even remembers what he did in the pesantren. Ten years of useless things.

Kang Supri always sleeps on njai, one. To the extent that he was nicknamed Semar Mendem, mendem kept time najai. He also likes nggosob, two. Nggosob is to wear items that are not his without the permission of the owner. Slippers, sarongs, books, even panties. Third, he was a mad king, taking goods sold by merchants but did not want to pay. Or pay not according to the amount taken. And the worst he stole, it's a big sin in pesantren that is believed to make science useless.

Deep in his consciousness, Kang Supri felt guilty and knew this was wrong. But, it is not the people themselves who call it alim. Just because he's ten years old.

Kang Supri sighed heavily.

Then while contemplating in his room, someone shouted in front of his house.

"Assalamualaikum Kang Supri's... Assalamualaikum."

Kang Supri rushed to wear her scabbard.

"Yes... Walaikumsalam." replied Kang Supri started acting.

"Anu Kang Supri's.... Ms. Rondiyah... Mrs Rondiyah sedo (died)."

Kang Supri's eyes widened.

***

"Where's Kang Supri, Bang? He said he called Kang Supri" said mudin Sobari.

"Yes, I went to his house, Din. Kang supri again there udzur. Kena Ambeyen." Bang Tejo.

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Finished