Way Home
112. the same story

At about eight o'clock, after breakfast, Sukoco please leave. He promised to come back next month. Hazri briefed on the stage of the journey that Sukoco had taken this month. “Press to sirath, Ki Sukoco..,” said the Mursyid. Sukoco. Sirath is the term for the base of the throat. The door of life when it is lifted out. Normally....

After Sukoco's departure, Sulton had wanted to invite Hazri to a private conversation. But, it turns out that the guests have arrived so early, The Mursyid also carried out some of the tasks ‘Bumi’ it. Sulton. Quickly, Hazri did not have time to go home yesterday.

Sulton took his wife for a walk to Juned's house. There's something they should talk to Hazri's in-laws about, Maemunah's coming, she knows the question. All of you returned the visit yesterday.

There, confused Sulton began. Where should I come from? It's been almost an hour of conversation with Juned and his wife, haven't been able to get in. Zaenab. Finally, Maemunah who opened the road, through the old path.

“Sulton's character is the best friend of two of my late husbands,” Maemunah said.

Juned and Sadiyah nodded.

“Not only friends, Mr. Juned, we are competing, hahaha..,” Sulton has started to meet the line.

“Compet how?” ask Juned.

“Hahaha.... Compete for his mother Haji Mahmud's.”

“Ooh...,” Juned and Sadiyah were somewhat surprised by the straightforwardness of Sulton.

Maemunah and Zaenab.

“We three. Burhan, Ahmad Haji Mahmud's father, and I. Burhan got first, Ahmad continued. My turn, Maemunah does not want, hahaha..”.

Juned laughed. The women were shaking their heads while mesem.

“But, well turns out the point. He introduced me to a distant brother. This..,” Sulton pointed to Zaenab. “Like, right?”

“Ooh...So, Maemunah with the Bu Zaenab brothers?” ask Sadiyah.

Maemunah and Zaenab nodded. “Distant brother,” says Maemunah.

Juned.

“Speaking about similar, I was surprised to see the similarity of Ami to Reni..,” said Haji Sulton carefully. It has started to hit the target.

“Iya, we also,” timpal Juned. Sadiyah agreed.

“The similar-looking usually the story is also close..,” muttered Sulton.

Juned. I don't understand, I don't know.

“Bu Juned, want to know why Reni is not married?” shoot Zaenab.

“Iya. Yesterday had not been able to answer it..,” said Sadiyah.

“From the beginning he loved someone. I know exactly because I'm his mother. But, the one he loves may not know..” continued Zaeneb.

Maemunah sighed. Keep smiling.

“Who, Mom?” Sadiyah. Juned frowned, it seemed that he could already read directions. Silent moment.

“My third daughter loved my distant brother's son.” Zaenab said. A little bit convoluted.

Juned immediately sighed. Got it. Sadiyah does not seem to. “Who is he, Bu?” he asked again.

“Haji Mahmud..,” Juned said quietly to his wife.

“Ooh...,” Sadiyah also ‘O’, then silent.

“Well, that's the outline,” said Sulton. “Actually, Mr. Juned, Miss Juned, our children are all mature, hahaha... Mahmud matures once, Ami matures, Reni also matures. We no longer deserve to interfere too much in their affairs. My coming here, all in touch, is to simply convey this. Because it's not us who make the decision.”

“Iya, yes..,” Juned nodded in agreement. “Hahaha... Haji Mahmud, I am also disinclined to him, Mr. Sulton.”

“Hahaha.... Same, me too,” Sulton chimed.

“So, we let our children make a decision?” ask Juned.

“Iya,” replied Sulton firmly.

They also laughed with relief. At least one wedge has been broken. Because this problem must be solved then Sulton asked for the willingness of Juned and Sadiyah present when he spoke with Hazri later. Both watched the decision of the ‘man who awaited’. Juned seems to have cleared up, but his wife still clearly looks disheveled.

Chat continues. Zaenab took Sadiyah out of the house, she wanted to speak from heart to heart. Women style. Maemunah was there too. Sulton and Juned remained in the living room. There, also admitted Juned finally that he had married three. Sadiyah was his second wife. The first and third wives were divorced. That is why Sadiyah looks daunted if her case first befalls her daughter.

But, after the plenary meeting of the women, Sadiyah was different. It seems more ready to face this reality. I don't know what Zaenab and Maemunah said there.

Continue chatting for a while, until finally Sulton and Pamit troupe. Mutual understanding between two families has been achieved.

“Umi, what did you say to Ami's mother?” sulton asked as they walked home. “See, out of it she's calmer.”

“Female secrets. Boys will not understand,” replied Zaenab.

“Halah..,” Sulton grumbled a little.

“No, I'll understand, Cak.... Never mind.”

“Munah, what the hell?”

Worse. Maemunah was just a messem, not answering. Then, the two distant brothers laughed softly. Sulton had to shake his head.

Bakda Ashar, the guest happens to be over, Hazri takes Sulton to Progo. “On knowing that God, Mr. Haji..,” said.

Sulton was immediately excited. He invited Zaenab, Zaenab, to Maemunah. Be the four of them down to the bank area, the Progo River. Before leaving, Sulton asked his wife for an opinion on how if Reni mentioned on the trip Zaenab disagreed, he thought it better to talk about at home. Not in the car. Maemunah. And so, there was no talk of Reni in that green Panther.

“Enak Kijangnya this yes, Zri? I thought out loud..,” comment Sulton.

Hazri laughed a little. “This is not a gazelle, this is Panther, hehehe. ..”

Sulton laughed too.

“What year?”

“Nine one. Formerly red, my official car of the era of jahiliah, hehehe... I guess it's gone.”

They also talk about cars. If people usually avoid potholes in the street, Hazri looks for them. Deliberately crossing those holes. The more in the more exciting. The uncle and nephew laughed happily. Maemunah and Zaenab shake their heads. Basic men, not old not young, just the same.

Arriving in Progo, but the boundary just passed. Sulton was stunned when Hazri parked his car on the street in front of his teacher's house. To the right of the river, to the left of the coloured greenhouse. Exactly the picture in his dream.

“Whose house is this, Zri?” she asked.

“Hah?” Sulton was stunned. “Zaenab, this place I saw in dream.”

“What dream, Cak?” Zaenab hasn't been connected.

“Dreams of meeting people who tell you where Hazri is...”.

“Ooh..,.” Zaenab.‘O’. Maemunah.

Hazri. “Mak, Umi.... Come.”

They got out of the car and went to the house of the mursyid. Sulton was wide-eyed when he met Mr. Subakir. Not wrong, not different, this is the person he met in the dream. Subakir laughed at the dream story. “God.., not me. Nothing is impossible for those who are sure of Him,” said the Purshid. Sulton.

Mr. Subakir took his guests to the assembly room. Too narrow in the living room. They moved there too. Bu Subakir accompanied Maemunah and Zaenab. Hazri came out to say hello to his old brothers in the saung. Ordinary, there are Bilal, Agil, Ibn, and Muhammad ‘Lonthang Semarang’ Soleh. Being able to ‘cuti’ like to have time to play here. Understandably, he also carries out the task of discipleship like Hazri.

“Who was it, Mas?” ask Agil.

“Mother, uncle, and my aunt.”

They were bearded, the conversation continued. A little while later Hazri receives an inner call from her teacher. Apparently the call was simultaneous because all the brothers were both moving to the assembly room. It appeared that Sulton, Zaenab, and Maemunah were listening to the advice of the Disciple.

“Like that, Mr. Haji. Knowing God is not a word, but a reality that must be achieved while we are still alive. Not after death. The Qur’an is reserved for the living. It is no longer useful to those who have exhausted their time in this world. Later, in the world there, only counts. If you still want to count, hehehe...”.

Sulton. “So, we should know God now?”

“Iya. If you do not know later can not go home, stray everywhere. Finally stuck in the banyan tree, hehehe..” Pak Subakir laughed again. “Keknow, Mr. Haji, without knowing Him then the truth can not be considered religious even though it seems as if it has been. Awwalu dinni makrifatullah. The beginning of religion is to know Allah, makrifatullah. Without it, the show has not started.”

Sulton is back. Longtime.

“So, I have to how, Mr Subakir?”

“Yes that was, know God.”

“How?”

“Walking to Him.”

“How?”

The Murshid smiled. “Know the way first.”

“Where is the path?”

“Here,” Pak Subakir appoint himself. “There was also...,” he pointed towards Sulton. “There is in every human being.”

Silent moment.

“Qalbu mu’min arsy Allah. Allah dwells in the heart of every believer,” Pak Subakir continued. “But, do not then be seen as entrenched like a tumor yes, hehehe.... The breast is magical, not the shape of a human organ. Allah is Ever Invisible and Real. So, your qalbu’min arsy God must be infused with the deepest pure feeling. Nature taste. Amrun dzauqy. Don't call mukmin kalbu mukmin, but understand the arinya skin just not.”

Silent again.

Mr. Subakir smiled at the gurgling green fireworks-like light that shimmered in front of Sulton's chest. As Hazri saw last night. Because the sign was already there, the disciple cut off the road.

“How strong is the intention, Mr Haji?” ask the Mursyid.

“What intention, Mr Subakir?”

“Knowing God..”.

“I want to know him. Really, I want to know him,” said Sulton.

“What is the reason? Don't directly answer, contemplate first.”

Sulton also looked. What reason? Pondering, pondering, and pondering, what is it? Shocked himself for not finding a reason. It seems there is, but it is sought after not there. However, there is....

“Gimana, Mr. Haji” asked the Mursyid again.

“Should..”.

“Do not have to,” Pak Subakir cut. “Tell me what it feels.”

Haji Sulton looked at Subakir. “There is no reason, sir..” he said slowly. Maemunah and Zaenab flinched. Ndeso really, cook no reason? Tell me what cake it is....

But, the Mursyid even laughed happily. Hazri too.

“Like that, Mr. Haji. That is the true intention to know God. There was no reason, no set of words, no sound. Purer. To need to know his God is the true nature of man. There is no need for any reason because it has been tuned so by Him. Only, some are aware, some are not. Some remember, most of them are negligent. That's.”

Sulton took a long breath. Maemunah and Zaenab were also bearded. Just understood them

“Alright, Mr. Haji, if so. Mas Mahmud, please..”.

“Eemm, I beg Master to be ready.” said Hazri.

“Hahaha..,” Pak Subakir chuckles. “Bu Maemunah, Mother's son is a Muslim. He was given the right by the All-Righted to reveal the secret of al-Irfan to those who seek the ultimate path. Mas Mahmud asked me, Do you and Mom not mind? Written in His Book, the three of you have spoken to Ki Mahmud Tidar. Know that human beings are in themselves. Family relationships are just sababiah for their descent into the mortal realm.”

Maemunah looked at her son with teary eyes, then nodded to Haji Sulton as a gesture of ready reply.

“We don't mind, Mr. Subakir..,” Sulton said later.

The disciple laughed a little. “Good. Kang Bilal, please set up.”

Bilal immediately prepared a coal furnace. The disciple and his disciple entered the house. Wear a robe. Hazri has a robe kept here for immediate purposes. A moment later they returned with had ‘uniform Das’. The aura of discipleship radiated strongly from the two. Maemunah was moved to look at her son who yesterday-yesterday somewhere. Sulton and Zaenab were moved to see this reality.

Bilal came in with the furnace. Mr. Subakir sprinkled fragrant bohur like the room when alawasulan in Tidar last night.

“Let's start...,” said the Mursyid. Prepare all. Sulton sat cross-legged on Maemunah and Zaenab. Hazri knelt behind him, lifting the book of al-Qur’an on the head of his father's friend. The brothers are witnesses. So, the procession of initiation was carried out, until the disclosure of the three secrets of al-Irfan....

The Disciple and all the others came out of the assembly hall after this procession. As before, the three new brothers were crying. Give them a minute until they calm down. Moments later, after the sobs subsided, the Disciple and Hazri went back in. Bu Subakir prepared a new treat; the others remained in the saung. Talk about the six of them. Mr. Subakir, Hazri, Haji Sulton, Maemunah, Zaenab, and Bu Subakir.

Until maghrib...

After the Maghrib prayer, the group will return to Tidar. Haji Sulton hugged Pak Subakir tightly. After shaking hands and greeting each other, Panther brought them back to the foot of Mount Tidar. Place stuck Sang ‘Bumi’ Cooker, Ki Mahmud Tidar. Not much talk on this trip back. Sulton glared, Maemunah and Zaenab pondered.

“Begini near..,” sighs Sulton while bobbing heads.

Hazri smiled as well....