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82. animals sprawl

“Pak, what true calm can be achieved now?” ask Mr. Tegar after the atmosphere subsides. Already old this brother, about the age of Mr. Subakir. Reportedly, he was Pak Subakir's superior when he was still working together at a government bank.

“According to Mr Hardcore how?” Subakir asked back.

He's shaking his head. Don't know.

“Look, Mr Hardcore, what the hell is that true calm?”

Back Pak Tegar head bobbles.

“Someone knows?” ask Mr. Subakir.

“Feel the moment can melt in Absolute Truth..,” replied Hazri slowly. I doubt it actually too.

Mr. Subakir and some of the senior brothers looked smiling.

“Try explaining, Mas...”

“But, sorry if it's wrong, Guru.” said Hazri.

“It's okay. It's good to realize wrong now rather than later, when there's already another chance to realize wrong. Time the torture angels already hold Panasonic's ironing and the ship chain.” Pak Subakir egypt.

The other audience was grinning.

“True meeting. When the true self of man encounters Absolute Truth, what is more beautiful than that? What could be more calming than that? In my opinion, that is true calmness.” said Hazri somewhat philosophizing.

Mr. Subakir's smile expanded, his head nodding. “Then where is heaven?” he's fishing.

“Not anywhere,” replied Hazri.

“Means?”

“Can be here, can be there..,” Hazri said again.

“Hahaha...,” Pak Subakir laughed softly. “Please clarified.”

“The Most True exists now and remains there later. As Guru said, wal Awwalu wal Akalu. Only we can or cannot melt into Him.”

Mr. Subakir nodded again. “What are the others? Do you agree or not with Mas Mahmud's statement?”

“Betul, Mas, but I added. It depends here, if it fails here do not expect there success. There we only have a harvest. Good or rotten. Not a chance to do it again. Calm down here, quieter there. Happy here, happier there. Suffering here was brought to suffer more there. But, make no mistake, I am talking about truthfulness. Not about rich or poor now,” said Soleh, one of the senior brothers. Here, she is commonly nicknamed ‘Ki Lonthang’. I don't know who ‘Ki Lonthang’ is.

Hazri nodded. “True, Ki Lonthang,” said.

Soleh the fussy was called ‘Ki Lonthang’ by Hazri. Subakir and the other brothers laughed.

“Who the hell is Ki Lonthang, Guru?” ask Hazri.

“Ki Lonthang Semarang, one of the students of Shaykh Siti Jenar. He is known as ceplos-ceplos when speaking. Direct hit without shading aling-aling. To the extent that Wali Songo was hit. Yes, similar-looking Kang Soleh that model approx. Reportedly also.”

Grimacing, the others smiling.

“Kok Semarang, Guru?”

“Because of his stay in Semarang. People used to use names like that. Sunan Kudus, for example, means he is in Kudus. Maulana Hasanuddin al-Bantani of Banten, Shaykh Yusuf al-Makassari of Makassar, and others. Mas Mahmud is also okay if you want to use ‘Ki Mahmud Tidar’ for example.”

Hazri mesem. This is the second time Pak Subakir called it ‘Ki Mahmud Tidar’.

“If I, ‘Ki Iwan al-Soloi’ yes, Sir?” chirps Iwan who lives in Solo that city.

“Wah away, Wan, can not if still sure there is an iron Panasonic in the lake hell..,” Pak Subakir mark it again.

Laughing everything.

There was once a time too....

There was a man who was struggling to find Mr. Subakir. At that time Hazri and some brothers were talking in a saung. This man said that his wife and son were possessed. “Jaasiin has read, but the genie even louder laugh, Sir,” he said while handing a bottle of water to Mr. Subakir.

Ordinary, ask to be sampled.

Mr. Subakir accepted. “Allah,” he said slowly. Shut up for a moment, then the bottle is blown without opening the lid. Directly blown just like that, “Already. I just rub the water on the possessed face. While remembering Allah yes...”.

The man thanked me. Then, immediately darted away, boning the motorbike with his friend who delivered. After that, Mr. Subakir joined the stand in the saung with his students.

Nearly two hours later the man came back. Alone on the motor.

“Alhamdulillah, sir, has gone his genie..,” he said.

“Alhamdulillah,” said Mr. Subakir.

Mr. Subakir is just a little mesem. “Allah is Almighty,” he said slowly.

“Why did Yaasiin read it, they were laughing instead huh, sir?” he asked again.

“Who read who?” ask Mr. Subakir.

“I. Recited Ayat Kursi also does not mempan.”

Mr. Subakir nodded. “Allahu Akbar. Actually, sir, it is outrageous to place the holy verses of al-Qur’an only to expel the pagan jinn of that kind. Just shut up, fear them. Are we above them? Just have to be sure first if you are more noble than them.”

That man's a mangosteen. I don't know, I'm confused.

“Not wrong Yaasiin or Verse of the Seat, Sir. Just read it bego. Let the sword great, if the megang stupid yes silly also the game,” said Soleh, ‘Ki Lonthang’ it.

He looked at Soleh, offended perhaps. ‘Ki Lonthang’ stared back sharply. Losing his charisma, the man lowered his face.

“Sorry yes, sir, I'm not used to pleasantries. That genie just now can't help huh? The keok? How can you be sure it is more noble than the jinn if they still want to be enslaved?” sentil Soleh again. Spicy.

The man remained lowered, not daring to fight back.

“Leh...,” reprimand Mr. Subakir.

Soleh grimaced, then again busy doing zikr without caring about the man who misbehaved because of his sentilan. The atmosphere is also getting clumsy because of this. ‘Ki Lonthang’ sih EGP only. I thought of...

After a moment of silence, the person finally implored himself. “So long ago, Sir. Thanks for the help.”

“Ooh yes. Equally,” reply Mr. Subakir.

They shake. He also covers everything in the saung. When greeting Soleh, the person is like asking for something through his gaze. But, Soleh cuek, pretending not to know. Forced he went to bring a heart to Progo's ‘Ki Lonthang Semarang’.

“Punish, Gusti,” Pak Subakir said after the man left.

“Pads. Animal base melata,” Soleh chiming.

“Why, Guru?” ask Hazri.

Pak Subakir head bobbles. “Task ‘Ki Lonthang’ only.”

Hazri looked at Soleh, asking for an explanation.

“Customs, fans of jin...,” says Soleh.

Hazri. He felt a strange chill from that man. A mixture of heat, chopsticks, stuffy, and semriwing foul odors. Spiritually it feels.

“The story he wants to ngadu his pet genie against another genie. Cackling... The possession of his wife and children by the jinn he challenged. Panicking him, the jinn even abstain from going back. Gebleknya, use the verse Qur’an again. He did not realize that he had entered a devil's trap. Because of the Letter of Yaasin and Ayat Kursi according to him could not continue to grow the belief that the jinn is stronger than the word of God. At the end of the day, we can be sure that the jinn are more powerful than Allah. The explosion again, not just alone, indirectly affects the ordinary people who see the incident.

Hazri. “How to, Kang?”

“Iya so. When they get to the belief, it's over. Idolatrous. In fact, the jinn were deliberately fishing to recite the holy verse. They had suspected that the person was a class of animals slithering, let go back and forth Yaasin read still no influence because who read it worms. After being satisfied toying, they asked for anything. He means to say, “See the evidence? Word of God lost to raw eggs.” Damn, not a few people mess up such trivial tricks. Raw eggs are more powerful than God. Astaghfirullah..,” says Soleh.

Hazri. Soleh lit a cigarette.

“That is the example of the person who was veiled by his knowledge, Mas Mahmud. Obstructed by his own science from discovering Truth. Presumably by being able to maintain or rule the jinn, he was already close to Allah. Groups like this, when talking makrifat-makrifat. Makrifat what? Cook people makrifat enslaved creatures who are actually dignified lower than himself?” Mr. Subakir chimed.

Hazri mangut-mangut understand.

“Then plunge the dignity of his soul to be lower than the dignity of animals jellata..,” continued Mr. Subakir. Then, excerpted the verse al-Qur’an about ‘this beast melata’. “Well, less clear how?”

“So, those who can expel the jinn or tell the jinn are not yet convinced, Guru?” ask Hazri.

Mr. Subakir smiled. “Depends on intention. If the intention is just to be able to talk to the genie, yes far from Allah. Especially if he is willing to mortgage himself for the sake of a deal with the genie. Either for the purpose of wealth, dikigjayaan, or other pseudo glory. But, there is a tapiinya you know, not a little sufi or guardian who can rule the jinn. However, his habit was not out of intention, perhaps a little bonus from God, hehehe.... No need to be Sufi, Kang Soleh can also if only so. Didn't Mahmud see that? The pardon-forgiveness of Ki Lonthang?”

Hazri was surprised, she saw nothing. Soleh.

“Let go, Leh, pity. The creature of God is also him..,” said Mr. Subakir.

Soleh nodded. “After you, if you want to tell your master, ask for the right prayer. Don't ride doang!” say Soleh no matter who. But, of course to the genie.

“What? You can't pray either? Your infidel?” ask Sol again.

Silent moment. It was like listening to something.

“Terusslah. But, beware, if you dare to appear here again before you can pray, I twist you! Already, go there...,” Soleh even raised a little of his ass.

Mr. Subakir laughed. “You learn to pray him?”

“Iya. Want to find a guardian genie he said,” replied Soleh casually.