BROMOCORAS
Eight Minutes

Hidayah cottage at night. The sky was bright with half the moon hanging between the darkness. The air is not so cold, there are actually some who feel quite sultry tonight. The sound of night insects filling between the elongation of the corner of darkness combined with the rustling of leaves swayed by the wind that just grabbed him.

Ajimukti is sitting cross-legged on the terrace of the pesantren mosque since after the study of Isya' ba'da tonight with Sobri, Manan also Khalil. In front of him, coffee steam is still seen billowing from the cup and mixed with cigarette smoke that has been so thick the stem he lit since sitting on the terrace of the mosque.

"Where was it, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti to Sobri in the middle of their conversation tonight.

Sobri looked up a little, "Just sit in the square garden, Gus." Sobri Sahut.

Ajimukti then just nodded and smiled a little. He did not continue the question. He did not want to go too far to know about Sobri and Ajeng. He wanted to let it be the privacy of both of them.

"Mus can I ask you something?" Khalil asked when for a moment they kept quiet.

Ajimukti smiled, "Isn't that including the question, Kang?" Ajimukti.

"Please, Kang. Sampeyan, what do you want to ask? If I can answer yes, I will answer. Otherwise, I'll ask the more qualified." he continued later.

"Look, Gus. Actually, it's just because of the guyon last night, Gus." Khalil was a little embarrassed.

"So, Gus. Yesterday that night, I, the Imam and several other students were talking about the afterlife, Gus. Mbok ya once again until the love of the afterlife, Gus." Imbuh Khalil later.

Ajimukti and Sobri also laughed.

"It's a question because it does need a banter or just what if the udur handing, Lil?" Chirping Manan.

"That's it too, Nan." Khalil is not ashamed anymore.

"Sampeyan knows no, Kang Khalil. How long does the world and the hereafter compare?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Khalil slightly raised the matany ball as if thinking, though then shook his head, "No, Gus."

Ajimukti re-lighted a cigarette.

"The comparison is, Kang. Since the Prophet Adam Alaihis-Salam until now it has only been eight minutes." Say Ajimukti later.

Hearing that Khalil suddenly gawked, "Just eight minutes, Gus? Cook the hell, Gus?" Ask between curious and maido.

"I mean, Kang. The length of existence of this world is only eight minutes according to the time of the afterlife, Kang. Somehow the clerics calculated it, which was obviously only about eight minutes." Clearly Ajimukti later.

"Gee, Gus Gus." Khalil immediately gulped at the thought of Ajimukti's words.

"Then being poor for only about eight minutes was wis rapopo blas. Anyway, just eight minutes. So if someone is poor ora at home it's a mistake kelirune uwong, Kang. Only eight minutes mosok yo ra at home? " The Ajimukti Chirps after.

Khalil just grimaced then scratched his scratching forehead.

"Actually it also has a hadith, just not as detailed as the calculation of scholars. The Njeng Nabi Word in the history of Ibn Majah, that later the infidels will be dyedno neng neroko. Then asked the same Gusti Allah. 'All the pleasures you have in the world freely do anything, rather than going to hell, does that mean anything?' Answer the man, 'No Gusti'. So all the pagans' pleasures, if they have gone to hell, are meaningless. Mergo ale enjoy dunyo mung wolung minutes." Ajimukti slightly pressed his last words while then smoking his cigarette inside.

Khalil just nodded his head lightly.

"Then if the believers in the world are poor, humiliated, pajak'e wis blas do not know seneng. That, will be put into heaven, then asked the same Gusti of God. 'Have you ever been poor in the world?' then the man replied, 'mboten blas Gusti.' For all that is in the world, cemawis nang Suwargo."

"Thank God, Gus." Khalil then replied with a slightly pleased expression.

"Why are you, Lil?" Asked Manan who was right next to him and was a little astonished.

"Yes, because I'm poor, Nan. Who has what my parents, not me. Hehe..." Khalil laughed a little at the end of his speech.

Everyone else there then laughed.

"But don't be too happy either, Kang Khalil. Even if it's poor, but it has to be poor quality." Ajimukti timpal.

Khalil slightly frowned, "What about that, Gus?" Ask later.

"Well, if you're poor, you have to be a guardian, Kang. This is one way to enjoy heaven. So let's not destitute the afterlife, Kang. Once poor but not a guardian. Well, that means you'll just be poor in the afterlife, Kang." Say ajimukti later.

Khalil and the one on the terrace of the pesantren mosque then just nodded.

"If it's rich mah, it's fine not to be a guardian, Kang. Because in the world they are rich. But still more delicious in the rich world, in the afterlife is rich, Kang."

"Eat, Kang Khalil. The previous guardian often wanted in each of his wejangan. The most miserable man is the poor man who does not worship. For the world cannot, neither can the Hereafter. Khosirod-dunyaa wal-akhirota dzalika huwal-khusroonul-mubiin. Hence, Kang. From now on remember, if the world is only about eight minutes compared to the afterlife." Continue Ajimukti later.

"That's right, Jik. Said the old man we often hear, neng ndunyo iku mung sewates stop by ngombe. Lha, mung eight minutes. Po ra gur is like mlebu ngomah, ngombe sak hiccups gek bali lungo?" Timpal Manan later.

Ajimukti just laughed lightly.

"Indeed, Nan. Sometimes the words are simple but if we want to open the mind, do a few more words from the people of old, we will get the knowledge, Nan. Because flat, the words of the ancients were full of learning." Imbuh Ajimukti.

"Every speech or speech we hear, we try to equate as when we are given a mango." Further.

Manan frowned then slightly rewinded his head. "What does this have to do with mangoes, Jik?"

"The west, Nan. " Sahut Khalil while shaking his head.

Ajimukti then smiles at Manan's question.

"Emmm, look, Nan. When you are given mango. What are you gonna do?" Ask Ajimukti this time to Manan.

"Well, when I cook, I eat, Jik." Manan's words are short and clear.

"Pick up the mango for cooking." Say Ajimukti as well, "Have you? You just eat?" Ask later.

"Yes, Jik. Cook it again, cook it again." Manan bobbing head. "Eh, unless you want to make juice, Jik. Need a little processing." Imbuhnya.

"That's not what it means, Nan. Why do I liken the speech or banter like when we are given a mango. It was indeed to be eaten, Nan. But is it just eaten?" Ask Ajimukti in more detail.

Manan frowned. "Then what, Jik?"

"Wouldn't eating it have several stages. We peel the skin first, we throw it away. Then we eat the meat, there are seeds, right, pelok if in my place. We will also throw away the pelok. What do you mean, Nan? It's the same as when we get the wobble. We peel first look for what we can take, which is useful of course, as we choose the flesh of mangoes for us to eat instead of mango skin, then we do not need to take yes we throw away, it was like that mango skin. In fact, not infrequently, what we take we still have to sort it out again to be true is only useful that we use. Don't let manganese pelam sak pelok'e." Ajimukti.

Manan laughed then nodded his head. "Understand me, Jik. Right enough. Filtered or filtered if the term. That right?"

Ajimukti nodded confirming, "If I say filtered you do not think later, Nan. That's why I like to make it like. Let easy nyantole. So later if you eat mango, who knows you remember my word." Sahut Ajimukti.

Manan laughed, "You're right, Jik. Just like the cigarette science at that time. I keep remembering."

Khalil frowned, "You cigarette? How else is that, Gus?" Ask later.

Ajimukti smiled, "Ah, it's just a guyonan, Kang."

"Yes, who knows from guyonan to gujengan, Gus." Khalil Sahut.

"Already, Jik. Void. Entar Khalil can't sleep because he's so curious, you know." Typal Manan seduces Khalil.

Again, he smiled and grabbed a cigarette.

"Look at these two things, Kang." Ajimukti showed a cigarette and a match to Khalil. Khalil noticed that too.

"The white color of this cigarette, which has this mbakonya, consider it our faith. We are born without sin. And this cork is the end of our lives. Then this, this match. Consider it a molimo. Madat, pissing, swinging, play, medok. Well, this match, if we light it and then we use to burn a cigarette, we slowly suck the land. Beh, rasane mantep, Kang. Don't you?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Khalil only then nodded.

"But without us knowing. Look at this, Kang. The white of his cigarette gradually ran out and became ashes. That's what does that mean? It means this, Molimo it, so delicious nikmate tumindak, but without us knowing it will eat away at our faith. Good thing if you can repent if not? The cigarette will run out until the dust runs out. That is, we will enjoy it until the end of our lives. Still good if the cigarette butts are thrown in the ashtray, which is the place. Is it if only prung is thrown in the street? That means, the butts are our final bodies, the ashtrays are graves. If we die on the road and just rot. It's the same with a cigarette on the street, thrown out of place, Kang." Ajimukti.

Khalil still listened with an occasional nod of his head when he felt he understood the Ajimukti explanation.

"Well, what's Molimo? Nothing, Kang. When this brick burns, it'll only be ashes. You know yourself, Kang. Ash yes ash, will only be thrown away. Then this smoke, this smoke, is like the fruit of what it does. This smoke will be as thick as anything, it won't make it to the sky, Kang. Once steaming he will just disappear. But the impact, from this smoke can make pain around. It is like charity, as great as anything in a Molimo, it will not reach the heavens, meaning it will not be recorded as a reward. Nulari kiwo tengen - iyo." Ajimukti.

"Well, steady, Gus. This isn't guyonan, Gus. This science is true." Praise Khalil later.

Ajimukti once again smiled, "Most importantly, Kang. We are pursuing the happiness of the afterlife. If it could be two. The world can survive the hereafter. And most importantly, ojo kesel tumindakan slick, lumo ing pandum, deserted ing pamrih."

"Snouts, Gus. Sendiko." Khalil Sahut. Others just nod with a nod.

"As in the Qur'an the letter of Al-Qasas verse Seventy-seventh, Kang. Wabtaghi fiimaa ataakallahud-daarol-akhiroh, walaa tansa nashiibaka minad-dunyaa. Kamaa ahsanallahu ilayk. walaa tabghil-fasaada fiil-ardh. innallaaha laa yuhibbul-mufsidiin. And seek what God has bestowed on you, the happiness of the Hereafter, and do not forget the happiness of worldly pleasures and do good to others as God has done good to you. And do not do any damage to the earth. Verily Allah does not like those who do mischief."

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