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101. just puppets

Fahmi hung down. He had often heard the landing of puppeteers like this. But, only now it feels like stabbing the heart; the yesterday-yesterday deflated, not memorable anything.

“But, Zri, puppet right there? There is something, not nothing.”

Hazri smiles. “The form exists. But, just want to be flanked by the puppeteer, they can not fight. Be slammed still; be held silent, put in a silent box, broken even silence. Puppet actually does not exist, there is only the puppeteer. Try to wear this to everything in heaven and on earth, it must be the same. The word of the Prince of Guardians, the universe was never created because the only real reason is Him. Agree me...”.

Fahmi. “Who's Prince Wali?”

“Do not, later accused of infidels, hehehe.... Hazard.”

“Aahh, who the hell?” Fahmi.

“Certainly? Not caught me later?”

Fahmi laughs. “Who?” Force him.

“Sheikh Weak Brother.”

“Who is that? I've never heard of?”

“Sheikh Siti Jenar.”

“Ooh...., the apostate?”

“Tuh, right? What say? Prince Wali was lightly said to be apostate, even though he said he was still confused about puppeteers and puppets, hahaha.”

Fahmi grinned again. “I didn't tell you, said the men. Has there ever been a movie?”

“Hehehe...,” Hazri chuckles. “Wayang watch film..”

Fahmi laughed too. But, he suddenly frowned while sniffing. “Zri, fragrance again nih..,” said.

It seems to be leaking another reactor. Hazri waited for a moment. It turns out that the fragrance remains because Fahmi continues to sniff. Subhanallah, sigh Hazri in heart. All.whatever to You.

“Cium no, Zri?” ask Fahmi.

Hazri nodded.

“Contents what is this?”

“Sheikh Siti Jenar is angry..,” Hazri cangar-cengar.

Fahmi. “That's right?”

Hazri cengennesan's. “I don't know. Let it go, this convenient..”.

Fahmi nodded while inhaling deeply the fragrant aroma. “Zri, have you ever fidgeted?” he asked again.

“Complete collection. Don't want what model?”

“I mean, fidgety that.. how about? Which stings so much.”

“Fear of death?” hazri Fishing.

“Lewat, Zri. Dead is also nakutin, but I'm more afraid that after that.”

“Why?”

“Kok why? We will be persecuted, tortured. Lasting again.”

“Hah? A cook? Says who?” Hazri was back.

“You are, Zri, I talk seriously even messing around,” grumbled Fahmi.

“Loh, I'm very serious, Cak. Who said it?”

“Ya says people. The kiai, the ustadz, the missionary. Anyway says many people.”

Hazri. “Then Cak says?”

Fahmi chokes. There was absolutely no expectation on Hazri's question.

“When Cak said how?” Hazri repeated her question.

Fahmi looked at Hazri, then shook his head. “Not knowing me.”

“Tuh, Cak himself did not know. So, all the torture is actually Cak not sure because it has not been.know. Yes, right?”

Fahmi. That's how he feels.

“Should be able to haqqul yaqin first, Cak. I must say, I say this. If you only hear people or read books, it is sure. Convinced wits. Can still be shaken. Must be true in these kinds of divine matters. Don't be careless..,” said Hazri, quoting Faruq's favorite phrase.

Fahmi. Confused as it may seem.

“Begin' it, Cak, we turn the approach. Do not from the direction of anxiety, later even so nakutin hear the torments. From the direction of calmness alone, more comfortable maybe even though the truth is the same. How's it? Continue?”

Fahmi nodded.

“But I need it first. About that eternal future, there is a lot between restless and calm in the heart, Cak?”

“Much restless, Zri. I think I must be going to hell..”.

Fahmi. “Yes, at most I still believe in Allah. Not until the worship of pigs sprawl and other kinds. Hopefully there is a consideration there.”

Hazri mesem. “That's him. There's still the gun.”

Fahmi. “Safe you mean?”

“Iya. All this confusion, the truth about faith.”

Then, again. “But, it's been like so-so.”

“Hahaha.... That's because Cak put nuclear weapons similar to the catapults of the children of old who are from rubber *****.”

Fahmi raised his face again.

“Quiet or restless depending on faith. The thicker, the calmer. The thinner, the more agitated. Faith has no upper limit. Want as thick as anything, please fight to reach it. For God is dignified Nuurun ala Nuurin, the Light above the Light. The light that levels. But, be careful, there is a lower limit. End of one's acceptance when he associates Him with anything. Guaranteed total nervousness of such humans, even though they can act calmly. Hehehe. Just, there is a smell, Cak, the faith that how this used to be.”

“What?” sambar Fahmi fast.

“That is definitely not imin faith,” Hazri cengengesan.

“Zri, I'm a general. I'll catch you later. Hayo, that's how”

“Yes earlier, General, the haqqul yaqin.”

“How,Zri, how..”.

“How? Emm...,” Hazri comes to a standstill from seeing a wisp of green mist appear above Fahmi's head. Small, big as a bekel ball. Turn like a gas.

“Zri!” Fahmi Benth.

Jes, along with it the green mist shot upwards forming a thin array of thread-like threads. Penetrate to the ceiling of the room. Hazri smiles.

“Hazri!” snapped Fahmi again, his eyes glaring,

“Hehe.... Yes, Cak, sorry. The way is like this..,” Hazri took out a book and pen from her bag. On the paper taken from the book he drew a floor plan. “This, Cak.”

Fahmi received the paper. “What is this?”

“Treasure map,” replied Hazri jokingly.

“She's my guide. If Cak wants to know how, ask him directly.”

“Pak Subakir this yes?” tanya Fahmi read the name writing there.

Hazri nodded and explained the route. “Green house, there is a fish pond beside it. Above the pool is the saung.”

Fahmi. “You should be great, Har. Slengean but true to your words. Secretly got a teacher apparently.”

“The great is just Him. Me, all of us are just his puppets,” said Hazri.

Fahmi nodded with a smile. Amazing Hazri Tiger.

Zhuhur time has come in. Hazri asked permission to pray there. They also prayed in a small mosque in this house. It seems that it is rarely used that prostrate. Fahmi did not want to be a priest, suddenly felt inappropriate. Be Hazri who leads forward, After praying, Hazri does not refuse Fahmi's offer to have lunch there. Eat them while continuing the conversation. Do that, the Mursyid also begs to say goodbye. There's still something he has to do. Fahmi called a taxi.

“Almost forgot me. What's your number?” ask Fahmi.

“I don't have, Cak.”

“Handphone..”.

“Iya. The one that was destroyed shot Cak's men in Klaten.”

“God's Mass. Hazri Tiger, HP doesn't have?”

“Fakir me now. It's a pigeon anyway, not Tiger, hehehe..”.

Fahmi bobbing head. “Nih my card,” she gave her business card. “Have money now make taxi fare?”

“Ada.”

“Toternly?”

Hazri nodded.

But Fahmi gave him the money. Coercively. Yes, Hazri also received with a small laugh. “Still, Cak,” said kalem.

Fahmi. Didn't know that Hazri's bag had hundreds of millions. That blood money is endless. I want it, if it runs out now

“If I want to play to your house how, Zri?”

“It's hard to explain. Kampung. Later if Cak had time to go to Pak Subakir's place, ask people there to deliver to my house,” kilah Hazri. It means that Fahmi came to Pak Subakir's house first.

“He-eh,” Fahmi nodded.

Tin, tin. Hazri served closely Fahmi. The general hugged back. Then, they both went out to the taxi waiting by the road there.

Slowly, the taxi went....