Way Home
111. fall in love

The next day at noon, Sukoco came to Tidar. Alone this time, wear his old Jeep. The Hazri family was amazed to see this piece of Banyuwangi warok. Moreover, his laughter that ‘hohoho’. Sukoco deliberately came all the way to join alawasulan later tonight, all muthalah. Thalabul.

Once you know each other's backgrounds, Sukoco and Sulton are instantly familiar. Sukoco was happy to meet Ki Ageng's direct student, Sulton was also happy to meet Kiai Darmo's students. Ki Ageng used to often call the name Kiai Darmo as one of the formidable warriors of his time. Sulton knew exactly Ki Ageng's wife, his nephew Kiai Darmo. Maemunah. If Zaenab is not, then the emergence of the latter.

Feeling fit, these two warriors were also engrossed in chatting under the big tree there, near the forest boundary. Sukoco who invited there because at home Ki Mahmud Tidar was a lot of public guests. Less free to talk.

“That's how, Mr. Haji..,” Sukoco recounted his battle first. “Lot down ‘Pamungkas’ by science Ki Mahmud Tidar. Not ‘Cakra Buana’, another science. Which is not accessible to all. Peak of all sciences.”

Sulton. Is that Hazri science now?

“What is the name of the science, Ki Sukoco?”

“No name. All the names rolled there. Ki Mahmud Tidar calls it ‘you have no knowledge’. If Kiai Darmo call it sejatining elmu or manunggal science.”

“Your religion?” Sulton surprised.

“Ki Ageng used to often offend this science. We were ordered to find it ourselves. He said, maybe Kiai Darmo can give you a hint.”

Sukoco. “Until his death he was still looking. I am similar. Intentionally searched everywhere can not. Finally, meet here, albeit unintentionally. Ki Mahmud Tidar is one of the master of it, Pak Haji. Trust.”

Sulton sighed. Did ya?

“So, now Ki Sukoco has mastered the science?”

“Hohoho..., no. Just now, still far away. Heemh.., it's not easy, Mr. Haji. It is difficult not because the movement is difficult, but because there is no movement. Silence, silence, holy, pure. Vanish everything, except..”.

“Except what?” chase Sulton.

Sukoco looked at Sulton, then grimaced. “Sorry, I have no right. Pak Haji ask directly to Ki Mahmud Tidar only.”

Sulton.

The chat continues until Juki shows up telling Ami's parents at home. Yesterday we did not meet because Juned and Sadiyah were out of town. Sulton and Sukoco rushed back. Upon arriving there, Sulton went straight to the living room, Sukoco headed to the stage house where Hazri received his guests. After getting permission, warok Banyuwangi was sitting next to the Mursyid while turning prayer beads. Followed by Ki Mahmud Tidar. The astonished view of the audience saw the Werkudara, not ignored.

Inside, Juned and his wife were amazed to see Reni's resemblance to their daughter. If you say brother kaMeng, people must believe the other is just a haircut. Ami is shorter, Reni still lets her hair down almost as waist-deep. Understandably, still a girl. Once upon a time, Ami was the same.

“Having married, Ma'am?” ask Sadiyah.

“Not yet..,” Reni replied with a smile.

Actually Sadiyah wanted to ask again, but was canceled because she saw a signal from Ami who was sitting next to Reni.

“Difficult, Mom, all who came were rejected. Kira was confused as to which one she wanted. Her brother and sister are all married..” Zaenab said. Haji Sulton laughed at his wife.

Ami kept looking at her mother, asking not to comment. Sadiyah held back. He had to smile at Zaenab's comments just now. Maemunah understands what is going on behind the scenes. He turned the conversation to another topic. The conversation continues....

“If not refuse, still the village chief now.” Juned said.

“Why didn't he want that time?” ask Sulton.

Juned head gurgles. “Nobody knows. Don't want to just say. Not long ago even offered as a candidate Regent by several political parties. Now in Magelang are preparing Pilkada directly.”

“Hah?” Sulton was shocked, the others were too.

“Sama, do not want Haji Mahmud...,” said Juned.

“True this, Mi?” Sulton asked Ami.

“Ami don't know. Yesterday there were many ramu parties here, but Ami did not understand. Listen to it he said so.”

“Suami didn't tell me anything?” chase Sulton.

Ami shakes. “Smiles only when asked.”

Sulton shook his head, but soon burst out; the others laughed. Between confusion and admiration.

Towards Maghrib, Juned and his wife pagitt. Maemunah, accompanied by Sulton and Zaenab, escorted guests to the fence. While walking, Sulton whispered to Juned that he would meet him tomorrow or the day after. There's a personal need. Juned. It just so happened that Hazri was also done with the guests. She approached her in-laws as adab, introducing the Werkudara. Shit Sukoco laughed anyway, he meant friendly pleasantries. Inevitably, Juned and his wife were amazed....

After dinner, Hazri, Sulton, and Sukoco chatted on the front porch. Huda was asleep, exhausted probably because all day was taking a survey of the location for the goat farm with Romi and Faruq. Previously, Sulton told Sukoco that Ki Mahmud Tidar as a child was commonly called Hazri. Let's make it easy. Hazri laughed when she heard his uncle.

Sulton also shared his conversation with Sukoco this afternoon....

“Except what it is, Zri? Earlier, Ki Sukoco was not willing to say.”

Hazri mesem. “Dia.”

“Who is he?”

“He who covers everything.”

“Allah you mean?”

Hazri nodded.

Sulton's forehead is wrinkled. How common are you? ‘Not special’ Sang Unless this turns out. He had thought of something terrible, a great, a beautiful, a beautiful, what a. Anyway, something really incredible. Hazri catches what goes through Sulton's mind.

“That's. When man sees God as a creature, he is confused. Nuurun ala Nuurin, the Light above the Light was seen as just the light of beings. Like sunlight or even just neon light. Though, all this is His Light, and He is the Light above all Light.”

Sulton was immediately exposed to the light.

“For a while yes, Mr. Haji..”.

Hazri went into the house, came out again with the book of al-Hikam found on the ship first. “This Huda word has Pak Haji?”

Sulton accepted and looked through the book. “Yes, this is mine. I advise Huda to learn it.”

Hazri smiles. “I borrow time on board. Amazing book.”

“I've had this for a long time, Zri, but don't understand the contents.”

Hazri smiled again. “That was the Light above the Light, Sir, Hajj. It will not be understood if one does not yet understand the nature of Light itself.”

Sukoco. Sulton is dizzy.

“Do you know the contents of this book?”

Hazri nodded. “After running seven years more...”.

“Walking?”

“Iya. Travel ruhani.”

“Ruhani's trip?”

Hazri laughs. “It is difficult to convey that Mr. Haji has not walked. I have to say what about taste? The Book of Shaykh Atha’illah is entirely a matter of the nature of taste. Without it, yes just a reading without touching its true meaning.”

“True. That's right, hohoho...,” Sukoco also commented.

Sulton sighed. “So, how should I?”

Hazri smiles. “No how-how. Just give back all self-assurance to the Righteous. We really have nothing, nobody. But, it's not that easy, hehehe..”.

“Hohoho...,” Sukoco chimed.

“Be careful it's not about rich or poor. I claim to be poor is also inappropriate for humans. Especially if there are hidden intentions, hahaha.... Nor is it a matter of old young, smart or stupid, healthy or sick, male or female, and so on. True human beings are fakir, have nothing and no power at all. So, don't confess. La haula wala quwata illa billah, no strength and no strength without Him. But, how confused, huh? Hahaha.”.

So, even Sulton was completely confused...

About ten o'clock in the night Faruq came, then Romi. Followed by Pak Sekdes, Karno, Marno, and Sugeng. Then the other brothers came. Everyone kissed and kissed the hand of the disciple.

Sulton. “What event, Zri?”

“Awsulan. They ikhwan dzikir assembly here.”

Sulton. “If the guests were that afternoon?”

“They feel need help from me. I give you his permission.”

“Ki Mahmud, I want to get ready first,” Sukoco said.

“Please, Ki Sukoco.”

“Shortly, briefly..,” says Sulton. “Ki Sukoco where to go?”

“Hohoho. ... From Banyuwangi to here, I want tawasulan.”

“Ooh...,” Sulton gawking. “Pak Ustadz and Pak Umar too?” he asked Faruq and Romi who were talking there.

Faruq and Romi nodded.

Komeng appeared too, already dressed ‘asagam’. He kissed Hazri's hand and was about to join the others.

“Eh, you too, Meng?” ask Sulton.

“What, Mr Haji?” ask Komeng not know the question.

“Tawasulan?”

Komeng. Shut up for a moment and continue in his footsteps.

Sulton. “What's that alumna, Zri?”

Well, don't know yet. Hazri smiles. “Hadiahan to Kanjeng Nabi, the Companions, the sheikhs, then continued dhikr together. Like that..”.

Sulton again. “I can come with?”

“Please, Mr. Haji. But, do not be surprised yes, hehehe..”.

“Why?”

“No, it's okay..,” Hazri smiled.

Faruq and Romi were also smiling knots.

Hazri and Sulton prepare. Sulton invites Zaenab, Zaenab invites Maemunah, Maemunah invites Siti, Siti invites Ria and Reni. Exit the room, meet Ami who is ready. All but Huda. Ria failed to wake her husband.

Inside, the Mursyid had gone first. The family is stunned to see Hazri's appearance, except for Ami of course. After greeting, the women took a position behind. The Mursyid asked Haji Sulton to sit next to him.

All silence, all recollection. The Murshid lent his prayer beads to Haji Sulton. There were still some brothers who came later. Right at midnight, the lights were extinguished, the fragrance spread. The al-Tawasulan was also implemented. So, Sulton was fascinated. ‘Cakra Buana'nya dancing is overflowing with drums by inner energy....

And, increasingly amazed to hear the questions asked by the brothers after alawasulan, following the answer from the Murshid. What are they talking about? Feels right, but hard to digest. Moreover, the question from Sukoco which is already mature is just not perfect it. Busyet, the king of Sulton. Don't say Sukoco, Komeng only ‘mengerik’ questions.

“Maybe someone wants to ask, Mr Haji?” ask The Mursyid.

Sulton. What do you want? They talk only singly.

Hazri gave the book of al-Hikam to Sulton. “Maybe it's here, Mr. Haji. Previous question...”.

Sulton flipped through the pages of the book. Also see what you haven't found the answer to. He also asked. The Disciple answered him with simple, but deep, silocas. Sulton can understand even though there is still a barrier. It is clear that he has not accepted al-Irfan's secret. That's the key to the opening.

Meanwhile, in the back row secretly Reni continued to observe Hazri. If you can call it falling in love, here it is. Since the days of SD. Repeatedly this third princess Sulton sighed.

Secretly, Ami noticed. Women are sharp about these kinds of things. She has a feeling that Reni loves her husband. Surprisingly, there was no jealousy, instead there was affection for this beautiful girl who resembled her face. She had already heard a little of Reni's waiting story from Ria and Siti. Although not frankly, but Ami knows that Mas Mahmudlah is referred to as ‘man who awaited’. Who else?

By three o'clock in the morning, Hazri had enough alawasulan this time. The Brotherhood also took turns to beg his pardon. Stay Faruq, Sukoco, Sulton, Romi, Komeng, Juki, and the families.

“Emak, Umi..., not tired?” ask the disciple with a smile.

Maemunah smiled back. “Ayo...,” she invites Zaenab. Zaenab nods “Hazri, Mom first yes.”

“Iya, Mak.”

They smile at each other again. Very happy Maemunah about what happened to her son now. Away of thanksgiving to Him.

On exiting earlier, Reni's gaze met with the look of Hazri's eyes. The heart of this beautiful girl was pounding. Hazri also felt a tremor emanating from the third daughter of Sulton. But, he paid no heed, in the sense of not making it a hijab. All return to the Supreme Regulating.

Unconsciously by Reni, Ami noticed the momentary incident. But, strange once again, there was no jealousy. By Allah, there is absolutely nothing. As a Salik, a little Ami has understood that everything is He. Like her husband, she did not want to make it a hijab. Up to Him.

“Not tired, Mr Haji?” Hazri asked Sulton, whom she saw quietly lying next to her.

Sulton sighed. Not answering.

The Murshid smiled at the gurgling light before his uncle's chest. Like little sparks of golden green fireworks. He is also waiting for its continuation.

Sulton took another breath. “I want to know You, but how?” he mumbled slowly. Like talking to yourself.

“Where, Mr Haji?” said the Mursyid.

“What, Zri?”

“Tau earlier...”.

Sulton took a breath. “God, I want to know Him..”.

The disciple nodded as well. “God willing, today.”

“What, Zri?”

“Today, hahaha.... Insha Allah.”

Although it was not clear, but Sulton was reluctant to ask again. I don't know why.

Faruq and Romi pamit. Juki too.

“Ki Sukoco, if you want to rest, there is a guest room there.”

“Hohoho.... Can I sleep here?” Sukoco asked.

“Please if Ki Sukoco wants.”

“Thank you. Many mattresses in Banyuwangi. This carpet that does not exist..,” he said while berhoho again. He also laid his body on the carpet. A little later fell asleep. Beyond a doubt, it doesn't cringe.

“Pak Haji, good to rest first. Don't be forced.”

“Iya, yes, Zri. You don't, Meng?”

“Not yet sleepy, Mr. Haji, soon,” Komeng replied.

Hazri smiles. Know that Komeng berkilah.

After Sulton left, the disciple and Abah Juhri's disciple recited until dawn....