Women of Choice

Picking Up Hidayah

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His friend Bu Sarmah is now on his way to a village located at the foot of the mountains. The green scenery adds to the beautiful atmosphere of the village that is still natural.

The road up and down did not discourage Bu Sarmah to fulfill his mission. After traveling almost half a day later the four-wheeled vehicle driven by Kang Supri his personal driver Bu Sinta who drove Bu Sarmah to where they were headed finally stuck in a yard walled cubicles made of woven bamboo.

"Is this really his house?" tanya Bu Sarmah glanced doubtfully towards Bu Sinta.

"Yes, Jeng, I still remember very much, really, a few years ago I even stopped here with a friend." Ms. Sinta tried to convince Ms. Sarmah who still implied doubt from the look in her eyes.

"Come, we're going down now!" invite Bu Sinta while pushing the car door and one of his feet that is turning the high-heeled shovel began to be lowered and trace the land that looks muddy because it looks like it just rained.

Ms. Sarmah then followed Ms. Sinta out the car door from the opposite direction with her bag of pride.

"Yes, Kang Supri, just so unsaturated, can wait for us at the alley densification we just passed. I saw there was a coffee shop that seemed to be open twenty-four hours. Later if the business is done I call Kang Supri," advised Bu Sinta to the driver.

"Well, ma'am," replied the man about fifty years old, nodding his head obediently. After making sure the two passengers got off Kang Supri also turned the car and drove away from the house the two women were headed to.

While holding each other's hands then they both began to step foot towards the front of the house that was still covered with land. The back of Bu Sinta's hand began to knock on the door made of paintless wood that had been seen starting to weathered and mossy green.

"Assynnnya ... Mba, is Mbah inside? said Ms. Sinta, looking forward to anxiety.

While Ms. Sarmah still stands while looking around which she feels very foreign.

Shortly afterwards, a heavy voice of a man sepuh from the direction in the building that is more worthy to be called the hut.

"Who? Coming in!" tanyanya at once gave orders.

Bu Sinta nodded towards Bu Sarmah who looked still hesitant and afraid. Slowly pushed the wooden door that made a creaking sound.

Ms. Sarmah screamed hysterically when a little mouse passed by and accidentally hit her leg while standing inside the old house.

Inside the stuffy room there is an amben fruit made of bamboo rinses. There is an old man sitting cross-legged facing a basin of water that has been sprinkled with various kinds of colorful flowers.

Ms. Sinta pulled her wrist slowly Bu Sarmah took her up the narrow-sized amben.

"Ma'af, Mbah Sumo, I came here to take my friend who has a desire," said Bu Sinta directly expressed the intention and intention of his arrival.

Mbah Sumo coughed and then said, "What does your friend want from me?" he asked while staring alternately at his two guests.

"Quick convey all your wishes, Jeng," whispered Bu Sinta right next to the ear of Bu Sarmah who sat next to him.

Ms. Sarmah then cleared her throat. Set your breath to gather the courage to speak fluently in front of the person he thinks is smart. Trying to dispel the fear that had enveloped him earlier. Since he started to enter the old hut.

"Emh ... A, anu, Mbah, my purpose is here to ask Mbah for help and help." Miss Sarmah lost her mind until she forgot her Creator who was the only place to ask for help. For it has been blinded by the beauty and luxury of this mortal world. Until he got off the path and rules of religion.

"What's your goal?" The old grandfather looked up at Bu Sarmah who smiled faintly at the look in Mbah Sumo's eyes.

"I want my gold shop business to be more crowded visitors and my rival store to be quiet." It is hard for Ms. Sarmah to express her long-saved desires.

"Tell me the name of the person who is now your rival!" later decree.

"Name H. Mansyur and Miss Salimah." Ms. Sarmah mentioned the two names of the person the old shaman had just asked for.

Mbah Sumo then chuckled long, saying, "It's a very easy thing for me."

Then the thick-bearded old man took out a medium-sized bottle of clear water in which there was a stone-like object about the size of a thumb.

"This water I splashed in front of the store that became your rival every Friday night until it ran out!" later decree.

"This white powder is sprinkled into every corner of your own shop building until it is not left," he continued to hand white powder wrapped in a piece of paper in front of Ms. Sarmah.

"For the dowry I ask for three million rupiah right now," he concluded with a smile showing some of his teeth that have blackened and porous signs of not being treated. Removing an unpleasant smell from inside the old shaman's mouth. Making Bu Sarmah instantly feel nauseous and want to remove his stomach contents.

With trembling hands, Ms. Sarmah handed her a chocolate envelope that had been prepared from home to pay for the so-called smart man.

Mbah Sumo smiled with satisfaction after receiving the money from Bu Sarmah. He immediately stored the envelope into a bag of shabby and shabby clothes like never touched the water he was wearing.

"We say goodbye, no, Mbah." Bu Sinta said goodbye to the shaman after it was felt that the business of Bu Sarmah was finished. Which was answered by nodding his head while coughing by the old man.

"Later after the water and the powder is gone, I have to come back here. There are still the next stages and rituals that must be done so that your goals are quickly implemented." Mbah Sumo reminded as he continued to chuckle in between his cough which sounded very terrible.

Mbah Sumo got up from sitting down to take the two guests to the front of the house until the backs of the two middle-aged women disappeared from the corner.

"Basic, greedy old woman. It's just the appearance of the shit, but the brain is empty and stupid that I'd like to mess with those dirty things," murmured Grandpa Sumo as he walked into the door of the house that was greeted by a beautiful young woman from the room with a sweet smile who was ready to receive the contents of the envelope from the shaman beprofesi man.

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After two weeks, Bu Sinta again invited Bu Sarmah to meet the shaman in accordance with what was once ordered by Mbah Sumo at that time.

"Sorry, Mrs Sinta. It seems I can not go there anymore" said Bu Sarmah firmly.

"Lha, why?"

"I want to repent before death. I fear the end of my life is in shambles. Nauzubillahs. Now I want to use the rest of my life to draw closer to God and live in perfect piety" Bu Sarmah said earnestly.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Sarmah got her guidance after accidentally listening to a study on television that explained how the law came to the paranormal, smart people, or kiyai who disguised as shaman.

The Ustaz explains in accordance with the Quran which means:

“Surely Allah is only at His side the knowledge of the Day of Resurrection; and He is the One who sends down rain, and knows what is in the womb. And no one can know (with certainty) what he will do tomorrow. And no one can know on earth where he will die. Verily Allah is All-Knowing, All-Knowing.” (QS Luqman verse 34)     

Meanwhile, in the hadith of Imam Ahmad, the Prophet ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ Muhammad said the following:  

من أتى عرافا أو كاهنا فصدقه بما يقول فقد كفر بما أنزل على محمد 

"Whoever visits an araaf or a soothsayer (shaman) and believes what he says, then he has disbelieved in what was revealed to Muhammad (Quran)." (Hadith sahih narrated Imam Ahmad)