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76. Two days since returning from progo

Two days since returning from Progo, Hazri has been restless. His mind did not want to escape from the shadows of the greenhouse. Curious. He wanted to know what kind of study was entrenched there. How can such a great ‘Cakra Buana’ be so easy? Hazri recalls Haji Sulton saying when he came home first that he had faced people with knowledge higher than ‘Cakra Buana’. Because it is only now experiencing then Hazri also believes that Haji Sulton's speech is true.

There is no doubt. Make what? Do I need to study again? Hasn't ‘Cakra Buana’ proven to be more than enough to protect her from police and bullets? But, Ki Ageng's message through Haji Sulton is very clear, If the student encounters a white science higher than ‘Cakra Buana’ then it must be accepted. This means that the student must want to learn it, like it or not. Although for example for that ‘Cakra Buana’ must be discarded. And, that there it was obviously white magic as it was able to conquer ‘Cakra Buana’. If black flow, it will not be that easy study Ki Ageng silat this subjugated. At any rate.

So, after strengthening the heart, tonight after Maghrib Hazri glide alone ride Panther to Progo. Frankly, a doubtful flake was still struggling in his heart. What if true ‘Cakra Buana’ must be melted? Is he still bulletproof? Is it still able to run the antelope? What is ‘Rogo Kumitir’...? What is ‘Rogo Sukmo’...? Whether, whether, and. The problem is, although in general ‘Cakra Buana’ lost, it does not mean that the study that defeated it can also do what ‘Cakra Buana’ can do. Different containers, different abilities as well. What if it turns out that the ability of the study is not suitable for the needs of a fugitive?

But, the mandate remains the mandate. Ki Ageng as the creator of ‘Cakra Buana’ has mandated this. So, as a grandson of a disciple, Hazri had no right to oppose him. There is a law of self-respect for those who master high silat. Until at any time they should not oppose the teacher and the line of teachers above him. That rule is upheld. If you dare to break then break the inner birth relationship of teacher and student. It is still good if only the study suddenly disappears, many stories even all lives.

Hazri sighed. The border of Progo village is already visible in front there. He closed ‘Cakra Buana’ shortly after crossing the boundary. Energy in full boost, this stay can still be expected if for example anything happens. Panther creeps calm, heart beats slightly tightened. Until finally. After the car parked well, Hazri got off, sighed once more and walked towards the greenhouse.

“Assalamu’alaikum..,” he said hello after knocking on the door.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” can be directly received from within. A middle-aged mother opens the door.

“Goodnight, Mom, is this Mr Subakir's home?”

“Betul. Whose father?” she asked.

“I'm Mahmud, Ma'am, from Tidar. Mr ada?”

“There. Come on, please come in. I am his wife.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Hazri came in and sat down in that simple living room chair.

“For a moment yes, I call Mr.” Hazri nodded. Even though only the inner energy was without study, he could still feel the strength of the supernatural energy residing in this place. It feels like being in a lump of foam, or perhaps more accurately said to resemble an invisible cloud. Not long after, a middle-aged late man appeared from inside the house. His clothes are all white including peci, like a hajj. His face was clean, calm, and friendly. “Assalamu'alaikum..,” he greets while extending a hand.

Hazri stands. “Wa’alaikum salam..,” Then, seeerr.., the blood of this young man sighed as they shook hands. Like tingling all over the body.

“Subakir,” this father introduced himself.

“I'm Mahmud, Mr. Haji. From Tidar,” reply Hazri.

Mr. Subakir smiled. “Mari, come. Please sit.”

Hazri sat back down. From his seat, Mr. Subakir looked at Hazri with a gentle gaze but felt through the heart. Then, bowing his face, his forehead seemed to wrinkle a little while nodding softly. Like someone who is listening to a story. A moment later he raised his face and looked back at Hazri with a gentle look earlier.

“What can I help Pak Haji Mahmud?” Mr. Subakir opened the conversation.

“I am not a hajj, Mr. Haji.” Hazri said as he opened his white skullcaps. Shame.., I don't know, it's like being laughed at by all the creatures.

“Same. Nor am I,” said Mr. Subakir, laughing a little.

“Lho? Hajj sir is not Hajj?”

The old man nodded. “Tails on, hahaha....It was never enough money. Wear it again, wear it again.”

Hazri had to laugh. Damn fool him. Thankfully too.

“Just wear it, Mas Mahmud, not prohibited really. Can you call Mas?” ask Mr. Subakir.

Hazri doesn't mind. The white skull was back in his head.

“Well, what's going on? Far away Mas Mahmud from Tidar to Progo?”

Hazri weighed for a moment, finally decided to shoot directly. “Begini, Sir, I want to learn silat to Mr.”

“Silat? Silat what? You can not silat,” Pak Subakir laughed.

“That, a review that you mastered.”

“What show, Mas Mahmud? I can not silat and do not have ajian.”

Hazri grimaced, convinced that this old man was joking. How to say not to have a review if ‘Cakra Buana’ is completely paralyzed here. Then, what is this clumping supernatural energy? Continues, tingling all over the body? Don't want to fool him anymore.

“I know you can. Please can be accepted as a student.”

But, Mr. Subakir even laughed. “Mas Mahmud, I can't be disinclined. Nor have studies. There is also silat for nonjok demons, hahaha..”.

Hazri. Silat for nonjok demons? What science is that? If the science of mastering the jinn exists, Hazri knows. But, silat for nonjok demons? Likewhat? Never heard of him. Can demons be attacked?

From a young Hazri already understood the difference between jinn and demons. His father taught him that. Jin is a subtle creature, while the devil is ‘trait’. As a trait, demons can attach themselves to humans and jinn. So, there are humans who are demons or jinn who are demons. If Mr. Subakir mentions silat for nonjok jin, Hazri can understand. But, this silat is non-jok nature.... How-to?

“Sorry, sir, I'm less clear. Is there really a silat for nonjok satan?” Hazri asked seriously.

“Hahaha.... Ada, hahaha...”.

“Eemm, I mean this seriously, Sir?”

“Iya, no. Seriously. Does Mas Mahmud not know yet?”

Hazri. Although still confused, but obviously ‘Cakra Buana’ lost terribly here. So, it can be ascertained that this non-jok demon silat is not an arbitrary science. Definitely not a kid onion class. The conversation stopped for a moment because Bu Subakir came to bring treats. Tea and a plate of pastries.

“Thank you, Mom,” said Hazri.

“Sama-sama,” he went back inside.

“Let's drink..,” take Pak Subakir.

Hazri nodded. They also enjoyed the dish.

“Name? Safinatun Najat...,” this old man smiled again.

Hazri. Is it really brave? Like Arabs. “What does it mean, Sir?”

“Article Safety.”

Hazri mangosteen again. “If the review?” he's fishing.

“Hew? Eemm..., Tauhid al-Mutlakah,” Pak Subakir replied with a still smile. Like holding back laughter.

“Fragment. What does it mean, Sir?” lure Hazri again.

“Absolute self-sufficiency to Single Unity...”

Hazri nodded despite not really understanding. Easy, later on about it, the important thing is that he already knows the lessons that have paralyzed his ‘Cakra Buana’. “Tawhid al-Mutlakah”. Now just seduce the owner.

“Back to the beginning, Mr. Subakir, I beg you to be pleased to teach.I ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’'s review,” pinta Hazri.

Mr. Subakir sighed, looked at Hazri gently, then shook his head slowly. “Bapak think it's not time now, Mas Mahmud.”

Hazri was disappointed to hear this. “Why, Sir? What do you think, I will not be strong to meet the requirements?”

“Not, not that. Tawhid is not easy, but not about this. It's not yet time for you, Mas Mahmud.”

“Then when is the time, Sir?”

The old man nodded slowly. “I don't know. Actually, it depends on Mas Mahmud himself.”

“I'm ready, sir. Now it's ready,” Hazri said.

Mr. Subakir shook his head again. “Not yet. No sign yet.”

“What sign, Sir?” hazri asked confusedly.

Mr. Subakir sighed. “Shape sign.... Ah, nevermind. Just be patient.”

Hazri was silent, looking down. He subconsciously took out a bag of clothes from his pants pocket, then twisted as usual. His mind was still filled with disappointment because of this rejection.

Mr. Subakir smiled. “Like pondering, yes?” she asked.

“Oohh, sorry. I am not aware of this...,” Hadi is a bit of a rage. The bag was about to be put back in his pants pocket.

“Forward, why? Thought it was beautiful. I also want to be nih,” he also took out a bagbih from his shirt pocket.

Hazri notices Pak Subakir's prayer beads. It's shiny, blackish red. “Tasbih kauka it, Sir?”

“Iya. Same with Mas Mahmud, right?”

Hazri nodded. True said Komeng, the blackish red is better.

“If you may know, Mas Mahmud thought what?”

“Asmaul Husna's. Yes Jabbar, keep changing Ya Rahman, change again so Ya Rahim. Now, Oh God..

Mr. Subakir smiled. “Cock replacements?”

“Ndon't know. As someone told me in my heart, I'm welcome” Hazri said honestly about this.

“If you think what?” Hazri asked back. Surprised he saw the way Mr. Subakir turned his prayer beads. Not twisted as usual, but pulled-pull or even like a crick-check only.

“If you are dzikir Cahaya..,” he replied smiling.

Hazri. “How is that, Sir?. Light, light, light... so?”

Subakir did not answer. At first I smiled and then laughed a little. “Dant. Later I will tell you it is time.”

“Oohh..., part of ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’ dzikir Light it, Sir?”

Mr. Subakir nodded.

“When the hell, sir, time?” Hazri's back again. Who knows if it's broken now.

“Later, when it comes out the sign.”

“What is the sign?”

“Hasia...,” Pak Subakir also laughed a little again.

Until returning home at eleven that night, Hazri still failed to dismiss Mr. Subakir about his intention to learn “Tawhid al-Mutlakah’. Just waiting for the sign. Signs, signs, and signs. I don't know what sign it means. But Hazri believes she is being tested. It must not be easy to ask to be taught such high knowledge, there is no story so ask directly to be loved. Just yummy..

Secuil Coffee

Zikr (non-standardized form of dhikr and dikir) (arabic: ⁇ ⁇ 00, translit. al-zikr ) is the praise to Allah that is repeated over and over. Zikir is also an activity of worship in Muslims to remember Allah. Among them by mentioning and praising the name of Allah, and dhikr is an obligation listed in the Qur'an.The main reason is the sentence "Laa Ilaaha Illallaah", the most important prayer is "Alhamdulillah".A person who does zikr is called a dzaakir ( ⁇ ).