BROMOCORAS
Maqam Yes?

In the Hidayah Hondok yard this afternoon. Under a large mango tree that may have been decades old, with quite thick leaves also seen a lot of fruit even though there is not a single one that looks cooked.

The weather today was quite hot. The wind only occasionally felt as breezy. The little bird that was singing this morning, now there was not a single tail. Maybe they choose to stay in a more shady place because it is not strong with the hot sun this afternoon.

Ajimukti sat leaning against the trunk of that huge mango tree. In his hand was tucked a cigarette that was still burning, half of which had become fly ash. While Dullah looked drowsy leaning on the side of the tree behind Ajimukti. Half her face was covered with black squatting, only her eyes were slightly open with a heavy wink.

"Wuidih, it's good, yes, uncle and nephew are relaxing under the tree."

The voice of a person slightly startled Ajimukti and Dullah, making them enforce their seat instantly.

Khalil and Imam with a face mocking him either since when they had stood up and put their hands on each other's chest.

"Well, Mom. They can't pay, it's just a tambourine of kayak gini." Cibir Khalil with his face insinuated.

"It's a habit, Lil. No need to ask anymore. Their model is definitely a model whose hobby is lazy like gini?"

Ajimukti smiled, turned off his cigarette and then squirmed a little, making the faces of the two people in front of him increasingly show an unpleasant expression.

"Please do it if you want to sit down. The place is shady."

Khalil and Imam laughed.

"Sorry sorry, Hey. It's not like we sit with santri receh like you." Speak the Imam without a stale base.

"Remain dong, woy!" Khalil Imbuh.

Ajimukti lowered his head and silently smiled. Dullah, who had been watching them from his seat, seemed to be holding back his emotions, then shook his head.

"Yes maqam?" Ask Ajimukti then by still bowing his head. Then get up from his seat.

Seeing Ajimukti standing up, Khalil and Imam sneered, looked at each other and alternately raised their eyebrows. As if they were content to make fun of Ajimukti.

"Speaking about Maqam. Isn't that some kind of level in Sufism, huh, Mas?" Ask Ajimukti without looking at Khalil and Imam in front of him. He just wagged the back of the sheath cleaning the dust attached to the sheath. Hearing this, Khalil and the Imam laughed.

"Heh, you really made us laugh after this." Khalil said and again he laughed, followed by the Imam who also laughed.

"What do you know about Sufism? Njai also just a day already pretentious talking tasawuf?" The priest was unceasingly broken.

Ajimukti just smiles. Dullah who heard that only smiled his own smile.

"Saw is real, boy." The priest again seemed unsatisfied.

Ajimukti threw away the rest of his cigarettes. Then put both his hands nailed next to his cocoa shirt.

Standing quietly as if Khalil and the Imam had never been heard of.

"Maqam in Sufism there are three opinions, Mas. According to al-Qushairi, there are seven maqams. Repent, Wara’, Zuhud, Tawakkal, Shabar, and lastly Ridha.

According to Al-Thusi has another opinion, namely Repentance,

Wara’, Zuhud, Faqr, Shabar, Tawakkal and Ridha. According to al-Ghazali

maqam has the order of Repentance, Shabar, Gratitude, Raja’, Khauf, Zuhud, Zuhud,

Mahabbah, Ashiq, Unas, Ridha. Well, this Mas Mas includes which maqam and from which opinion?"

The deg!

Instantly Khalil and Imam gawked to hear Ajimukti explain about maqam in such detail. But not Khalil and the Imam if they cannot deny it.

"It's amazing." The priest clapped his hands. Not proud but half mocking.

"It turns out you're a hobby to read? Read from which book are you?" The Imam again.

"Oh. If not, you like browsing on Google, right?" Khalil Imbuh.

Khalil's words suddenly made the Imam's laughter break. The mocking laughter.

"Keep laughing until you can't laugh anymore." Inner Dullah who had just chosen to be silent watched them mock Ajimukti.

"Come, kid. Especially this one you know?" Khalil continued with a mocking expression.

Again the two young men laughed so hard.

"Memorized huh? I only memorized one verse in the Qur'an. Surat Al Hujurat verse 11 if not wrong. Emm, but I suddenly forgot, Mom. Mas Khalil or Mas Imam must have memorized dong. Please dong mas bacain. The beginning is just the beginning." Say Ajimukti is still with his original position.

Khalil gulps. The priest codes Khalil with his elbow. Ajimukti watched the movements of the Imam.

"Mas must have memorized, right?" Ajimukti.

Dullah who also saw the expressions of the two young men, smiled wryly. I don't know what else he's got.

"Emmm. Anu. If you want to know, look for it in the Qur'an. Same thing with the translation." Imam.

"When we read it. How understand you. You're just iqro' new beginning sheet." Khalil's unrelenting voice mocked Ajimukti.

This time I'm not losing. "Well, there are experts. A senior santri was in front of me. Cook I have to bother nyari Qur'an first anyway, Mas. Please read all the meaning!"

It's not just Khalil. The priest now only gulps to hear Ajimukti's words.

"Don't you not memorize this senior mas mas?" Ajimukti.

Suddenly Dullah sounded giggling hearing it made Khalil and Imam's expression full of dislike.

"Eh, don't talk carelessly, boy."

"Yes. Don't underestimate us as your seniors here."

"Yes yes sorry senior mas. Please read yes. Just take this one." Rengek Ajimukti with a clear tone.

Khalil and Imam looked at each other and coded each other with their eye movements.

"Where, Mas?" Ajimukti.

"Yes... We're.. Emm.." The priest began to wave.

"Emmmm?" Ajimukti followed the Imam's words.

"We, we don't usually pay in front of juniors. Later. Emmm, we'll be mistaken for riya' again." Khalil's Sahut began to be brick-molded.

"Loh, kok riya' anyway, Mas. It can actually motivate junior students to be like this mas mas mas." Pepet Ajimukti denied Khalil's reasoning.

"Oh anyway, we don't want to. Emmmm don't want to just koar even though we know."

"Why, Mas?" Ajimukti continues to urge.

The facial expressions of Khalil and Imam began to appear pale between shame and prestige. Ajimukti understood their expressions. He stepped a little forward.

"Alkibru bathorul-haqqi wa ghamthun-nas." His voice was as sweet as a qari'.

For a moment Khalil and Imam gawked. The same as swallowing spit until their jakun clearly visible movement. Suddenly their chest felt tight.

"Why, Mas? Please correct." Ajimukti's voice resuscitated them.

"Yes yes. Be.really it. Ja. Just, just less tartil." Sahut Khalil while elbowing the Imam's arm.

"True, said Khalil. Me.less tartil. Tingals. Just be..benerin mahrojnya." The Imam did not lose his trembling until his voice was as wide as Khalil.

Ajimukti smile. Walking a few steps behind the two of them then suddenly embrace the shoulders of the two young men who now stand sculpting.

"Mas senior knows no? What was that thing I read?" Say Ajimukti later.

"That was the Hadith of Muslim history number 91. Not Qur'an Al Hujurat verse 11." Ajimukti half whispered.

Gluey! Khalil and Imam again gulped. Ajimukti felt the vibrations from their bodies.

“Broast is an attitude of rejecting truth and belittling man.”

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