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Ajimukti

Ajimukti stood looking at Khalil and the Imam who looked wrong. His hands are on his waist. While the observed even more visible trembling.

Manan and Dullah who heard the commotion outside immediately moved from his seat. After finding out what was happening outside the room, Dullah and Manan just stood in the doorway of Ajimukti's room.

"Let's go inside. We'll just talk inside and make coffee." Invite Ajimukti then with half a bow.

"Anu. Anu. Emm. We don't usually have coffee." Khalil tried to refuse.

"Yes. Be.really said Khalil. We don't usually have coffee." Imbuh Imam's.

"That's it. Coffee made by Pak lek I taste addictive. Senior mas must try. It is good to refuse fortune. Aye right?" Ajimukti is forcing.

They finally woke up from their place and just obey when Ajimukti invites them in.

In their room it was like going into a furnace. Cold sweat flowed from his two eyebrows. Their bodies are stiff. Trembling and lips also felt faint.

Dullah immediately made them coffee after Ajimukti gave him the code. While Manan just silently leaned on the bed in the room while enjoying the rest of his cigarettes.

"You're not what you're looking for, are you?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Khalil and Imam were mutually elbowed. Throwing one another a look.

"Be..yet." Khalil answered the Ajimukti question.

Dullah soon came to bring two cups of coffee for them.

"Monggo coffee first, Mas. The mump is still hot. Steady this way. The concoction fits." Ajimukti invited them after the coffee glass was thrust Dullah in front of them.

They just keep quiet. Ajimukti realized that, the frightened expression of the two seniors.

"Oh yes, Manan. Where did we get to?" Say Ajimukti to Manan.

Manan gawking. He did not know what the Ajimukti question meant. Looks like he and Ajimukti are not discussing anything other than his father who will be here.

Ajimukti realizes Manan failed to understand his question. He then gave the code by blinking his eyes at Manan. Manan understands something.

"Oh, that was. What yes, Jik. I forgot too." Manan scratched his head as if he had completely forgotten.

"Who are you. Less focus. Less Concentration. Drink it first." Ajimukti.

Manan just chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I remember, Nan. About the Hadith Bukhori's History number 7042 if not wrong."

Manan again gawked. Again, he just scratched his head. But he tried to balance the direction of Ajimukti's speech.

"Yes, Jik." Legally.

"That's if not wrong that of Ibn 'Abbas RA right, Nan?" Ajimukti.

"Emm." Manan seemed to be thinking. Thumb and index finger on the chin. Then nod slowly.

"Wamanistama'a ilaa hadithin qaumin wahum lahu kaarihuna au yafirruuna minhu, shubba fii udzunihi ilaanuku yaumal-qiyaamah, is it Nan kalo not wrong?"

Manan gulped and then held back the laughter by covering his mouth. He knows now the direction of Ajimukti's play.

"Keep what it means, Nan."

Manan straightened his body, before speaking he grabbed back his coffee glass. Sipped it once and put it back.

"Whoever eavesdrops on the talk of others, while they dislike it; if the talk is heard other than them, then in his ear will be poured melted copper liquid on the Day of Resurrection. Hiiii" Manan said then in a soft voice.

At once the expressions on Khalil and Imam's faces paled. They're still down. They heard them swallow. While sweat is still seen flooding from the pore of their forehead.

Ajimukti smiled, looked at Manan and raised both eyebrows. Manan just leaned back on the bed in the room.

"Banget, Lek Dul." Imbuh Manan's.

"Everything avoid eavesdropping. Silence silence his sin, God willing." Ajimukti timpal.

"Ghibah too, Jik." Imbuh Manan again.

"Uhhhh, let alone that, Nan. Don't ask."

"In the letter of Al Hujurat verse 12 it is clear, Jik. How God describes ghibah. It was the same as eating his own brother's meat. Na'udzubillah anyway, Jik."

"Na'udzubillah, Nan."

The silent Ajimukti directed his gaze towards Khalil and the Imam who had not changed position. They seemed to tremble even more hearing the innuendos of Ajimukti and Manan's subtle innuendos.

"The coffee, Mas. Cold hunt later." Ajimukti again invited Khalil and Manan. They just nodded.

"If it's this here, Mas. Relaxed. Don't worry about the tree. Especially this is our senior. We should be able to bumble on the seniors. Yeah, I'm, um." Imbuh Dullah later.

They just elbow each other.

"Monggo enjoyed his coffee. This is if you want to smoke." Ajimukti thrust his cigarette towards them as well. Making them more dead lice in front of Ajimukti, Dullah and Manan.

Not long ago the sound of the ashar adhan reverberated from the loudspeakers in the mosque. Khalil and Imam looked at each other. In their hearts think they can finally find a reason to leave the Ajimukti room as soon as possible and free from the taste like in this oven.

"Alhamdulillah adzan, Jik. It's good, Jik?" Sindir Manan's. Ajimukti smiled wryly. While the insinuated only swallow.

"Yes, Nan. Eh Mas Khalil Mas Imam's. Monggo coffee is drunk first keep us to the mosque. Say it's madein Lek Dul if it's not drunk." For the umpteenth time Ajimukti allowed Khalil and Manan to drink his coffee.

This time Khalil did. Threw the coffee cup and sipped it once. So does the Imam.

"Hows it? How about Lek Dul's coffee?" Say Ajimukti after Khalil put down his coffee glass.

"I.iya. Steady." Khalil Sahut.

"The concoction fits." Imbuh Imam's.

Ajimukti smile. He knew their words were not really. Just so they could get out of that room immediately.

"Yes yes. Ka.we. Go first. To the mosque." Khalil then said as he moved from his seat followed by the Imam. Their knees are shaking. It's clearly visible.

"Please, Mas. It's not nice if senior santri comes to the mosque late." Again Ajimukti alludes to the artistry of both of them.

Khalil and Imam just nodded and with their feet still trembling they were knocked out of the Ajimukti room.

Once outside the room, they half ran away leaving Ajimukti's room.

"This is you, Jik Jik. There's just one." Manan muttered after they passed.

"Again, Jik."

"But wait, Jik." Manan brought his face closer to Ajimukti making Ajimukti a little uncomfortable with Manan's attitude.

"How can you be so memorized by the hadith. So smooth even." Manan then said.

Ajimukti tanga scratched the back of his head and slightly grinned.

"I'm deliberately hafalin for this condition, Nan. I'm browsing on Google too." Ajimukti was even on Manan.

Manan looked suspiciously. He felt that there was no way it was the result of browsing like Ajimukti said. It wasn't easy for Manan to believe just like that after seeing what had just happened. But for this time Manan tried to agree even though his heart was still filled with various questions about Ajimukti.

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