Way Home
64. everywhere but not everywhere

Thus. Day by day Hazri is on the run and hiding in this ship. Month after month exceeded, port after port stopped. From Sabang to Merauke. To the extent that Hazri often forgets she's a fugitive, it feels like a sailor.

During his escape, Hazri never went ashore on a docking ship at any port. Even though it is just an afternoon walk on the pier for example. He insisted on taking care of the risks that Huda bore. Too heavy for Huda, Ria, Haji Sulton family, and his own family, if his presence on this ship sniffed police officers.

Huda could only shake his head. Over and over again he tries to convince her that the situation is relatively safe, but Hazri still does not want to take the risk. It may be safe in the public view, but this is not always the case for the target. The police work on facts, not on the opinions of the mass media. And, in fact, Hazri Tiger is their fugitive according to the DPO published by the Indonesian National Police Headquarters.

Hazri didn't want to say anything lightly about this. Heavy, really heavy.... Especially if the ship is leaning in Surabaya. By Allah, his mind thrashed, screaming bitterly for a visit to Jombang and could hug his mother and sister. The longing was so deep slashing, as if a sharp razor tore his soul apart.

In the past, the first, after Huda came down to see his family, Hazri immediately locked himself in the cabin. Stay there, crying for how long. Good thing Huda understood. He accelerated the ship's docking period from usually two to three weeks to just four days. I don't know what the reason is for Ria and Haji Sulton who must be wondering.

Fortunately, the ABKs of this ship no one knows the true identity of Hazri. He only knew Mr. Arif, his old friend Haji Huda. That's it, the other dark mUjang. They do not understand the turmoil of Hazri heart every time this ship docked at Tanjung Perak Port, Surabaya, every three to four months. For them, Tanjung Perak is just like any other port. So they considered Hazri. Except of course for Haji Huda, the Magician. Indeed, these ABKs are not Surabaya people, except for the very quiet Cak Nardi.

As it is now....

After three days of sailing across the Java Sea, they arrived at the port of Tanjung Perak this afternoon. Once the ship is perfect, cargo items are immediately dismantled and unloaded. As usual, Hazri helped set the course. Its appearance is worthy of being called ABK, black moustached and minced, although the whiskers and shells are cut quite neatly. His shirt sleeves were scissored, following the style of Dasim and his friends. The port coolies must have thought he was a regular ABK on this ship.

Bakda ashar this loading and unloading activity is completed. After the prayer, Hazri sat down with the ABK to enjoy the coffee provided by Cak Nardi. The other two are still sweeping the remnants of the dirt from the cargo container earlier. The faces of these ABKs are beaming because Tanjung Perak is the same as a long holiday. Moreover, Huda promised a bonus for them today.

Huda returns to the ship after his affairs with the owners of the goods are settled. The faces of the ABKs are getting brighter. He took Dasim to the bridge. “For a while yes, Mr. Arif,” said. Hazri smiled. While waiting, most ABK plans for a later night for a walk.

Huda approached Hazri, who was sitting alone. Now, the ABKs have gone to prepare for their own plans.

“Rif, Surabaya again..,” says Huda.

Hazri smiled wryly. Although his heart was still kebat-kebit every time the ship docked at Tanjung Perak, but not as dramatic as the first. “Go, Hud, look at your wife and child. All cats are like your koi fish..,” he said calmly.

Huda laughed lightly while nodding his head.

“Ehem.... Not to interfere, Rif. I know you're kiai now..,” Huda smiled. Hazri too. “But, if you want to be able to strengthen. Surabaya my region, aman I guarantee.” It means women's business. As a fellow adult, Huda certainly understands this need. Well, it's been two years.

Hazri is still smiling. “Still, Hud, no need. In Surabaya precisely I must be more careful.”

“Then why in other cities also never want?” huda fishing rod, fishing rod,

“Same as it is. Wherever I must always be vigilant, except thank God on this ship. That is, here heaven...”.

“Wah, start bye. Heaven again, heaven again. Heavy, heavy.... It's harder to talk to each other than the same thugs,” kilah Huda. “After, Rif, I want to see my paradise first.” Huda gives Hazri two packs of her favorite cigarettes. “Coffee in the usual place, I've ordered it to Cak Nardi. He only came home for two days at most, kept coming back here he said earlier.”

“lya, thanks. Already there, Ria was impatient...”.

They shook hands, and Huda left the ship. Down there, the driver and his car were waiting. After that, Hazri went to her cabin.

In the cabin, what do you want now? Sleep yet sleepy, who would want to talk to? Finally, Hazri tidied up her cabin.

Bluked.... A book fell out with several magazines from the left desk drawer when Hazri opened it to tidy up. The right drawer is neat, where Hazri keeps her books. While the left is usually used by Huda to store various magazines and newspapers. Untel-untelan there, the contents are crammed only. Huda is a slob of this business.

Definitely not a new book, already shabby, the cover is no longer there. The paper has yellowed brownish, the edges are rolling and somewhat torn. In the past, Hazri had seen this ugly book when he first searched for religious books here. But, because of its appearance like that, unattractive, then directly tucked again without being seen.

Hazri grabs the book that fell open. Unintentionally, at a glance he read the sentence listed on the page, ‘Allah itoe is everywhere, not going anywhere. No He is above and boekan poela below.’ Hazri was shocked. Slowly he read again, ‘Allah itoe is everywhere, namoen is not going anywhere. No He is above and boekan poela below.’ Right, not misread it. Suddenly, for some reason Hazri's heart was racing, sweat seeping cold. For a moment he closed his eyes while tightly holding the book, calming down.

“Finally, meet also the answer..” he said in his heart.

Slowly Hazri opened her eyes. Two years later he searched, dozens of books he had read, the answer was in a shabby book he had neglected. Tucked day after day with magazines and old newspapers near his bed. “Allahu Akbar...,” Hazri sighs. Although not yet understood the meaning of this sentence but a glimmer of light is felt present in the heart.

Hazri saw the front of the book. There is still evidence that can be read there, even though the letters have faded. Tarjamahan Kitab al - Hikam. Boeah Karja Sjech Ibn Atho'illah. Publisher Djambangan Tjahja, Soerabaja, so read. The year of publication is almost twenty-five years older than its age. The spelling is still like this, Inner Hazri. Then he was busy dressing up this book. The dust is cleaned, the rolling paper is straightened, the torn is tidied using clear insulation on the table.

By Maghrib, the book was already quite beautiful. There is a cover now, Hazri made from thick cardboard either what happened to be found on top of the cabin closet. In addition to clear insulation, hard glue, pencil, ruler, and scissors are also present. Complete also handicraft tools in this cabin. He smiled happily to look at the book.

After the isha’ prayer, Hazri manteng in Mushala read the book. Wejangan-wejangan ‘heavyweight’ Sheikh Ibn Atha’illah it was absorbed slowly. It's understandable but hard to understand.... Antique spiritual advice is true. Like this for example, ‘Dzat Jang Haq is not moengkin hijab (obstructed) by apapoen, but rather kamoe jang hijab by apapoen it from see-Nja’, or this one, ‘Sesoenggoehnja, it is, omissionmoe in loear dzikir (remembering-Nja) is more knowledgeable than negligence when dhikir’, And, this one can also, ‘At every pull and semboesan breathmoe, in the present fate of God atmoe berlakoe’. Whatdoes thatmean?

Thus. Day after day waiting at Tanjung Perak this time spent Hazri by studying the contents of the book. Not easily. Mostly he did not understand what Sheikh Atha’illah said. Not because the style of the language is poetic convoluted, it is precisely the style of frankness that exists. It is not easy because it is not easy to understand. Reviews given by the translator are not much help, it is still difficult to understand. However, despite not understanding Hazri can feel the truth. He was sure, this incomprehension of his because of insufficient knowledge to be able to understand it.

Now it has been at the end of the third weekend of the docking ship at Tanjung Perak. Earlier this morning Huda contacted Dasim to inform him that their merchandise would arrive later in the afternoon. Huda also asked about his friend's situation, everything is fine. Hazri did ask Huda not to contact her while she was leaning on Tanjung Perak, as if she did not exist.

Around the bakda zhuhur, four trucks loaded with various kinds of produce arrived at the dock. Shortly thereafter, Haji Sulton's family car arrived. Hazri watched from the window of the cabin. Huda got out of the car and immediately ordered his ABKs to work, including the port porters who immediately crowded once they saw the truck arrive.

Haji Sulton got out of the car. Hazri gasped, and this time Haji Sulton appeared in Tanjung Perak for the last two years, he was on board the Huda. He saw Huda looking straight at the cabin window while rubbing his mustache. Understanding the signal, Hazri moved secretly to a safer ABK cabin. Who knows if Haji Sulton got on the boat.

From the window of ABK's cabin, Hazri again observed. And, gasp again. In addition to Haji Sulton, there are also Ria and Reni. Beautiful Reni.... Huda doesn't lie, she's beautiful...

Hazri patted his jidat slowly. Believe it or not, although the whole is not the same, but the models are now the third daughter Haji Sulton is like a Goddess. Especially the facial line, the style of movement, and the dimples. Reni's face did not change much compared to when she was ABG. It's just that it's more mature now. It is fitting that when we first met the Goddess, Hazri felt familiar with the face of the girl. Familiar. Apparently Reni.... Just realized now he.

“Ah...,” Hazri sighs at Reni's dimples that are increasingly visible when she laughs while playing with her nephew, Huda's eldest daughter who was also taken to take her father. That dimple.... Mum has, Umi has, Dewi has, Reni has. As he recalls, only Reni among Haji Sulton's five daughters inherited this sensuality from her mother. The problem is, Hazri is a fan of dimples. So, “Eemmh...,” he sighed again. Anxious.

It seems that the loading process is already in order, Hazri hears Dasim ordering ABK engine parts to start the engine of the ship. Before long, the ship's engine roared. Hazri is still peeping. Seen there, Huda kissed his wife and eldest daughter, then kissed Haji Sulton's hand. Lastly, he ruffled the darling of his sister-in-law's hair that was loose. Reni smiled sweetly.... Hazri grimacing. Then Huda rushed up to the boat. The tether rope of the ship at the pier peg was removed, slowly moving away. Ria and Reni waved towards the ship, definitely to Huda. Haji Sulton was silent, just staring. Huda's eldest daughter was waved by Ria. Frankly, envy Hazri sees the intimacy of his best friend's family. She's she? Want to meet his mother and sister just don't know when new can. Not forever.

Hazri sighed as Tanjung Perak was getting smaller. “Rif, Rif...,” sounds Huda calling. Hazri moves out of ABK's cabin. As Huda is climbing the stairs to the upper deck, Hazri follows him.

“Hey, did you see Mr Arif?” ask Huda to the ABKs who are tidying up the cargo on the deck.

They looked at Huda with a smile, not answering. Huda turned his head, but Hazri was standing next to him.

“Wah, go occult appears occult Pak Kiai us this...,” said Huda joking.

Hazri smiles. “Where are we?”

“Semarang. Some of the payload goes down, someone goes up there. Continue to Batam,” replied Huda. “Daeng, coffee two...,” he asked to Cak Nardi who was passing by.

Huda and Hazri walk to the mushala, the best place to sit on the upper deck. While looking at the ABK work tidying up the load.

“Waduh, sorry, Rif. Suddenly Mr. Haji wanted to come along earlier.” said Huda. “Pas there is Hajj at home, Ayu ngambek do not want to be left behind. Ngebelain his grandson, ‘komandan’ said he wanted to come to the port. The HP of the Dasim is dead too, is being stamped he said just now. Messed up. Fortunately Pak Haji is not a fad up and up everything..,” Huda lit a cigarette. “You where was it?”

“In ABK cabin. As soon as I see Haji Sulton, know me.”

Coffee coming. “Still, Daeng,” said Huda and Hazri almost together.

Already so many times they docked at Tanjung Perak for the last two years, this time Ria to the port to release her husband who will sail again. It may have been forbidden by Huda since Hazri hitchhiked on his ship. This seems to be a special case, because Haji Sulton wants to come to the port.

“Beautiful I saw Ria earlier, Hud,” Hazri said after sipping coffee.

Huda.

“Ayu is also beautiful as her mother,” continued Hazri.

Huda mesem again. “Ah, si Ayu is the reason. What is his mother's sister?”

Hazri mesem's turn. Not answering, just smiling.

“Where? Sorry for a lifetime. Guaranteed.”

Hazri is still smiling.

“Totally? Let it go?” catch Huda again.

“Emang Reni does not have a candidate?” ask Hazri at last.

“Well, that's dong. This is just the name of progress..,” Huda laughs lightly.

Hazri laughed, but Huda had not answered.

“No candidates for him?” Hazri asked again.

“Kena. Twice asking is serious. Right, right?”

Hazri did not reply, smiling constantly. Unfortunately, Huda also did not answer Hazri's question. Pretend to forget him.

Silent moment...

“Hud, already have a candidate yet?” can't stand Hazri at last.

“Hahaha..,” Huda. “Three times, man. What say? Hard men don't have a crush on Reni, hahaha.

Hazri laughed. “Hoi..., the answer?”

“But, not yet.... Many come, but he does not want.” Hazri.

Frankly, there was a sense of pleasure seeping into his heart hearing this answer. But there was an empty taste, and Hazri did not know what it was....

Secuil Coffee

The Book of Al-Hikam is the work of Shaykh Ibn Atha'illah, the third murshid of the Thariqah Syadziliyah. The first founder of the Syadziliyah was Shaykh Abu Hasan Ali Ash-Shadzili, a Moroccan who later settled in Alexandria, Egypt and died in 1258 AD. His successor was Shaykh Abu Abbas Al-Mursi, originally from Murcia, Andalusia, Spain (died in 1287 AD), who was succeeded by Sheikh Ibn Atha'illah.

Al-Hikam is a book devoted to walkers (salik), in which it contains further guidance for each traveler to take a spiritual journey. Al-Hikam contains a variety of strict juggling terminology, which refers to various terms in the Qur'an.