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97. true ka'bah

 Then, back to the original discussion.

“Walking time, via national road not?” ask Hazri to continue.

“Iya.”

“And there is Magelang writing on the national road sign?”

“There. It's obvious to be glazed. But, no, like it has nothing to do with it. Anyway, all the Magelang is missing in my head. Remember it DIY.”

Hazri. Two-way bumpets apparently they've been all this time.

“But, Rif, if you can't get out, why take the Hajj?” ask Huda suddenly.

Hazri laughs. “Seru that story. Wanna hear?”

Huda nodded.

Hazri also told her history she could get the nickname Hajj.

“Oo that, hehehe. ... So never seen Ka’bah in Makkah?”

“Not yet. Ka’bah true yes..,” chirps Hazri unknowingly.

Comic grinning. Abah Juhri, the teacher taught him first, often called the true ka’bah. He said, if you want to be calm life should be able to meet first with a true’bah ka. But, just so much as he said, there was no further information.

“Ka’bah true where the hell, Mr Haji?” ask Komeng. Kagok, even if you already know now but Komeng still call Hazri with the title ‘Pak Haji’.

“What, Meng?” Hazri is less.

“Ka’bah true that Pak Haji mentioned earlier, where is it?”

“Oo it. Not everywhere, hahaha.

“Means?”

“Yaa, not everywhere. That's.”

Komieng's forehead wrinkled. “Wah, Mr. Haji is like Abah Juhri. Don't want to tell...,” the protest. Hazri laughed a little.

“What is the green Juhri? Which tasbihnya gede-gede kayak tasbih Budha?” goda.

No one knows that just came ‘sosokan’ claimed to be named Juhri. Just say hello to Hazri. After greeting each other in another dimension of nature, he left again. Jin the same genie, demon the same demon, longga the same longga, guardian the same guardian. Things like that are common for Hazri now. Many of his antiques.

“Pak Haji knows Abah Juhri?” The comic was shocked.

Hazri grimaced, then gave a small nod.

“Kan Abah died before I worked on the Cak Huda ship?”

“Indeed..,” Hazri chuckles.

“Kok Pak Haji can know?” chase Komeng.

“Can only. Can't you contact? Hahaha..”.

“Past Haji ever to my village in Banten huh?”

Hazri shook her head with a seductive facial expression. In view of his depression, Komeng has a sign even though it is still buried ‘sampah’.

Comic head bobble. Confused him.

“Ka’bah ya Ka’bah in Makkah it, Meng. That's the real thing, right? Is there anything else?” tanya Huda a bit late alias thought. People are talking Abah Juhri he's still in Ka’bah.

“Iya nih, Komeng. Just mess it up, hahaha..,” Hazri chuckles.

The comic keeps on bobbing heads. “In the meantime, Mr. Haji,” and then he ran a little to Kijang's car parked a little over there. The car can't get right in front of Hazri's villa. Understand, jungle.

A little later the comic returned.

“This, Mr. Haji..,” Komeng opened his right hand. There's a bundle of black-red kauka seeds in there. “I used to promise to Pak Haji on board.”

Hazri laughs. Remember first Komeng did promise to find a blackish red kauka prayer beads for him, in addition to Huda, if any. In the mushala. Two days after the appointment to Huda on the bridge.

“But, I asked to be redeemed..,” Komeng continued. His eyes glinted at Hazri.

Hazri laughed again. “Bby. How much?”

Comic shakes fast. “Not money. I ask you to know where the real ka’bah is.”

“Hahaha..,” Hazri. “Bby. But, sin first tasbihnya.”

Komeng handed the prayer beads. Hazri looked at her for a moment and took out her black kauka prayer beads from her pants pocket, “Now, you have a partner. “Beautiful, right?” he continued while showing the red prayer beads like matchmakers.

Huda and Komeng laughed at Hazri's behavior. Just-there's.

Hazri cuek's. He even twisted the two prayer beads together. The black one on the right hand, the red one on the left. Antique is also his style. His eyes also cursed like ‘mata syahdu’ Zilfa which was still attached. Enjoy right..

Huda and Komeng continued to laugh. But, long ago Hazri. Now his eyes are really clenched. As if they forgot to. Flying out of nowhere.

“Pak Haji..,” says Komeng.

“Hem?” Hazri. Eyes open.

“Where's the ransom?” said again.

“Oo yes, forgot me...," Hazri stuffed the red tasbih into her pants pocket; the black one kept spinning. “It's true you want to know, Meng?”

The comic nodded quickly.

“Alhamdulillah, if so. Ready yet?”

The comic nodded again.

“Listen...,” Hazri somewhat whispered. “Ka’bah true qibla. It's everywhere, but not going anywhere.”

“Hahaha...,” Huda who was curious and secretly listened to it laughed out loud.

“Yang right dong, Pak Haji..,” Komeng protest.

“For God's sake. That's the truth,” said Hazri firmly.

Huda who heard Hazri's words just now, suddenly choked. Like someone stopped suddenly his laughter. “Uhuk uhuk...,” Latest-cough. “Uhuuk..., what was that? Anywhere not going anywhere? Is that al-Hikam?” Remember her.

Huda drank his tea. “Ehem, ahem..,” Mendehem. “That's the answer where God is, not where ka’bah true?” she asked.

Hazri mesem. “Wah, remember this. Still looking for no?”

Huda grimacing.

“So, the answer was that, Mr Haji?” Comic cuts.

“Iya. Only, there is a voice, can only be understood through the true self, Meng. Cannot be pursued with reason. It will be a joke, full of shadows. True qibla is not a shadow. His name is also true, not mecca.”

Komeng. What does this Haji mean?

“In the meantime, Rif, why from ka’bah true jump to Allah?” Huda.

“Who said jump? Never jump ah. Yes, it was everywhere not going anywhere. Maha Stable. Where's jumping? Hahaha..”.

Huda scratching his head. Is he the bego or the Hazri?

“Already, maghrib first yuk...,” Hazri cut off the conversation. Adzan maghrib sayup-sayup has reverberated. “You are here what in mosque?”

Huda chose to pray at home. They also performed the Maghrib prayer in the dhikr room. Before the prayer, Komeng asked about the room that smelled the aroma of the temple. He said Abah Juhri's house used to smell like that. Hazri says this room is a place to stay. Similar to the warring deck at the stern of KM Bima. Although still curious about the smell, but Komeng did not wonder anymore.

After praying, they took a shower and had dinner together. Huda and Komeng plan to stay. The new ship will sail again the day after tomorrow afternoon. They brought personal equipment to stay. Already prepared. Bakda isya’, the front porch conference was resumed, while laughing at the behavior of the Fia who was immediately familiar with the two omnya.

The main topic is still the same. Hazri gives an explanation with simple siloka-siloka, level ‘pre school’. That means for fishing. In the past he had promised to tell Huda if he already knew the mystery of ‘ where Allah’ is. However, there seemed to be no sign at all on Huda. Still deeply disgusted worldly affairs seem to be this old friend.

Huda nodded, already yawning more. But, the more bright the comic, the more visible sign. Although certainly still confused, but he continues to pursue with hefty questions. While the sister-in-law yawned. Talk like this is boring for those who do not need it. Difficult to digest, make the head dizzy.

“Had, how sleepy I am, Rif. It's good air here, adem. I slept first yes, not strong nih..” said Huda finally.

“Please, Hajj. Guaranteed slumber.sleep here, hehehe...”.

Huda grimacing. “You're not sleepy, Meng?”

Comic shakes. “Please, Cak.”

“Ya already, I first ya.”

Hazri and Komeng nodded. Huda also entered the guest room that had been prepared by Ami. A moment later, snoring, his incandescent all the way to the front porch. It seems that not just any drowsiness Haji Huda this.

At ten o'clock in the evening, one by one the brothers arrived. It's indeed Monday night. Everyone kissed and kissed the hand of the disciple. Of course the comic asked. “They are the ones who need the truth,” replied Hazri. Then, give a little explanation about the ‘truth’; the light-light ones.

“What do you do, Mr Haji?” ask Komeng.

“Awstaculan.”

“Study?”

“Yaa, similar that's. Hadiah to Kanjeng the Prophet, the Companions, the sheikhs, then recite together. If necessary, there is a discussion of a little.”

“Call ustadz?” ask the comic again.

Hazri mesem. “There is, Ustadz Faruq...,” answered.

It just so happened that Faruq was heading there. Hazri also introduces Komeng.

“This is my sister, Mr. Ustadz, met big. Another father, another mother..”

Faruq and Komeng chuckled.

“We used to sail with one ship. My sister ship's candidate, Ustadz. Can't be careless huh? Must wear thanks?”

Faruq, laughing, knew Haji Mahmud was flagging him. You see until now he still likes to say, “Ngak can not be careless, must use thanksgiving..”.

Comed mesem though do not know the question.

Next, Hazri asks Faruq to accompany Komeng, while she prepares herself for the alawasulan tonight.

A little while later Hazri returns to the terrace. Already clothed ‘fuldinas’ now. The black-red tasbih kauka was looped three times on her right wrist. The distinctive fragrance of the nose. Komeng was amazed to see the ‘Sunan Tidar’. Hazri smiles. “Why, Meng?”

“Wah, Mr. Haji is cool very..,” he said grin. Hazri and Faruq chuckled.

“I can come? Said Mr. Ustadz must ask permission Mr. Haji.”

“Bby, origin Komeng ready, hahaha. .”

“Ooh ready, Mr. Haji.”

“Care?”

“Siap.”

“No recriminations later?”

“Auddie how?”

Hazri laughed and did not answer. “Ya. Come wudhu if you want to come. We'll start soon.”

The comic is ready. Taking out the ablution water, changing her dress shirt with the long-sleeved shirt she was carrying. I borrowed it from Ami, whom he met in the kitchen. Ami lent her husband the bolong. Then, enter the tafakkur room, where the prayer was.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet Komeng.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” simultaneously the brothers replied.

Komeng also greeted one by one the brothers who were there.

“Sini, Meng..” Hazri asks Komeng to sit next to her.

Komeng.

Then, the quiet mood. Everyone there is stuck. There are those who twist their prayer beads, some are just silent. Like feeling or feeling something. Don't know what. Sure Komeng wonder. How quiet is this? Njai what?

“The name is indeed najai meneng..,” whispered Hazri slowly. As if knowing what was going through Huda's sister-in-law's mind. He knows Komeng can be a little Javanese market, and certainly knows meneng means silence.

Hazri takes out her black kauka prayer beads from the pocket of the robe, and is handed over to Komeng. “Instead of glaring at the peda mending meneng dzikir..,” whispered again.

Nyengir. God fucking. ‘Meloton peda’ means glaring at salted fish, meaning bulging bengong aka original glaring at doang. So, he also twisted his former prayer beads. Better, than being a salted fish.

Next, silence again. Completely silent. Just keep greeting if there is a brother who comes. Komeng observes the absence, laziman of this study. Never before has he taken part in the study of such a silent model of kayaking. Usually, even though the event has not started, chatting-ngobro must already exist.

Moments later, a brother came in carrying a charcoal stove and placed it in front of the Murshid. Hazri sows the buhur. The fragrant bushes also burst into the whole room.