BROMOCORAS
That Concern

The sun has moved to the western side of the sky. Although covered in cloudy, the rest of the bias is still so clearly visible.

On the terrace ndalem saw Ajimukti who was sitting with Manan. Before long, Prastowo was seen coming with Ajeng. Seeing the arrival of the father and son, Ajimukti also Manan immediately moved from his seat.

"Tumben, Mr. Lek. Emm, this afternoon is a visit?" Ask Ajimukti after greeting each other and let Prastowo sit down. While Ajeng immediately headed inside to meet Nafisa in his room.

"Actually I just drove Ajeng only. Continuing to happen to pass in front of the pesantren yes I think you should all stop by. And again, Ajeng also wanted to chat with Nafisa he said." Sahut Prastowo.

Ajimukti just nodded in understanding.

"Oh, yes, Nan. What about your plan with Anggoro?" Prastowo's question turned to Manan afterwards.

"This father just finished brewing with the one who had the land. From what I know, it is likely that in the near future this can start development. So said father." Sahut Manan's.

"Good, Nan. You are the spirit. Follow in your father's footsteps. Although it used to be ndugal, but after he pioneered everything, you see for yourself now." Prastowo said later.

"Yes, Mr. Dhe. Just the party." Manan nodded, but Ajimukti noticed a slight change in Manan's facial expression.

"What's up, Nan? Does anything seem to worry you?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Hearing Ajimukti's question to Manan, Prastowo immediately glanced at Manan.

Manan sighed, "I'm just worried that in the end I'll just be preoccupied with it and underestimate my salary, Jik. You know for yourself, even though I'm here for almost ten years but I can't even absorb a little knowledge in this boarding school." Sahut Manan with a voice that sounds heavy.

Ajimukti smiled and patted Manan on the shoulder.

"Macrificat, Nan." Ajimukti lirih.

Manan turned to Ajimukti, "I mean, Jik?" Ask later.

"Know Allah. If so, your worries will go away on their own. That's the key." Say Ajimukti later.

"Truely said Mas Aji, Nan. Why do you worry about it as if you do not know God, as if you do not believe in God's compassion, Nan." Prastowo Imbuh..

"It's not so, Jik, Mr. Dhe. But what I'm really worried about is that if I get dissolved in the world then I'm just going to trivialize my afterlife." Manan again.

"Nan, awalud-herein ma'rifatullah, the first thing in religion is to know God. But to know God, you must first know yourself. Getting to know yourself is very important, Nan. Many people are so good at nyacat others, but on the contrary, even himself did not know him. What you're worried about is already signaling that you're starting to get to know yourself." Ajimukti also followed.

"Then, Jik?"

Ajimukti smiled, once he patted Manan's shoulder, "Man 'arafa nafsahu faqod 'arafa rabbahu, wa man 'arafa rabbahu fasadaahu. Whoever knows himself will know his Lord, and whoever knows his Lord will perish. Slow down, Nan. You will know God, after that, your worries will also disappear as you get to know God more closely. Just be sure." Said later.

Manan smiled, "To be honest I was confused too, Jik."

"Farkey what, Nan?"

"Which one should we know?" Ask Manan later.

"Both, Nan. The self is also outwardly batiniyah. The self that can be seen and felt is also the self that can only be felt without being seen and touched." Sahut Ajimukti.

Manan nodded afterwards.

"Birth, it might be easy to recognize, but inwardly? As I said, Nan. It is not easy while knowing yourself inwardly is actually the most important role." Say Ajimukti later.

Once again Manan nodded.

"Have you ever heard the phrase in the hadith qudsi about this, Nan?" Ask Ajimukti later.

"Yes, Jik."

"Can you understand what that means?" Ask Ajimukti again.

Manan only shook his head while bowed. Looking at Manan's expression, Ajimukti could only smile.

"Banaitu fii jaufi ibni adama qashraa wa fiil-qashri shadran wa fiish-shadri qalbaan wafil-qalbi fuaadan wafil-fuaadi syaghfaan wafisy-shaghafi labbaan wafi sirraan wafis-sirri anaa. I made in the cavity of the son of Adam the mahligai and in that mahligai there was a chest and in that chest there was a heart of his name and in that qalbu there was a fuad, an eye of the heart. And in that fuad there is a blindfold, and behind that saghaf there is a labban, nur or light, and in the labban there is a sirr, a secret, and in that sirr is I, and in that sirr, so says God, Nan." Terang Ajimukti later.

"Yes, Jik. I remember that hadith. Emmm, then how does this hadith mean, Jik?" Ask Manan later.

"Faa sa-aluu ahladz-dzikri in kuntum laa ta'lamuun. Ask the zikrullah expert, Ahlus Shufi if you really don't know." Sahut Ajimukti later.

"Why don't you just explain, Jik? You know what that means, right?" Manan also followed.

Ajimukti smiled, then patted Manan's shoulder once more.

Manan nodded in understanding, then sounded out a sigh.

"Already, Nan. What Mas Aji said you remember well well. Bismillah, Nan. Look at me, even though I was busy in the chicken coop, I also did not forget to sowan sowan Kyai alim ulama to increase my knowledge. So don't worry, Nan. Dividing time. You should be able to do that." Imbuh Prastowo.

Manan nodded at Prastowo's words.

"Why does the heart play such an important role in knowing God, Jik?" Ask Manan later.

Again Ajimukti smiled hearing that, "Look, Nan. If we say the name of the heart, then the heart referred to here is not a heart that is as deep red as the chicken heart that is on the left that is near our heart. But this heart is an unseen realm that cannot be seen by the eyes and sensory organs because it belongs to the supernatural and its spiritual nature. Every human being has a heart of conscience, both layman and guardian, as well as the Prophets and Apostles. In the heart of this heart there is a nature of evil nature called liver disease, as well as hasad, spiteful, greedy, greedy, greedy, grumpy, cruel, takabur, ria, ujub, arrogant, and others. But when he is earnest in his order under the guidance of his apostles, then gradually the dirty and diseased heart will change its shape from a dark black appearance to a pure white clean by following the activities of suluk or khalwat continuously. When the black heart had turned pure white, it gave light. The pure white heart that shines is called the spiritual heart, Qalbu or also called the inner self."

Manan once again just nodded his head.

"The problem is sometimes to get rid of liver disease that is difficult, Jik." Said later.

Ajimukti nodded his head, "Emmm, so look, Nan. I have a parable. Put it like this, as we reflect in front of the glass, then we will not be able to see what is behind the mirror other than our face, because it is blocked by the red paint attached to it. But if the red paint we scrape out, it will be seen in the opposite variety and layered mirror until it penetrates into the nature of Nur, the nature of Jabarut, the nature of Lahut, and so on, until the Nature of the Right of Allah Ta’ala. That is why if we are only just to know the heart of the heart of the heart, then we see only ourselves, because it is held back by the red paint, namely the evil qualities such as takabbur, ria, and so on, ujub, spite, hasad, grumpy, loba, greedy, greedy, love of the world, and various other liver diseases. But when the red paint has eroded away, it, only then will he see the higher realms and know them all secrets including himself and his nature and the whole nature and finally know him of his Lord. That is why the guardians of God are born from the Sufis, who have succeeded in cleansing his heart with the help of his murshidnya on zahir is in fact with the qudrat and iradat of Allah Ta’ala. Here lies his obligation to know himself to know God, Nan." Terang Ajimukti later.

"Yes yes, Jik. I can understand a little more now." Sahut Manan later.

"You remember our conversation when we were going to Jogja, Nan?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Manan slightly frowned, as if recalling the chatter back then. Afterwards, Manan seemed to smile.

"Yes I remember, Jik. Pokok' seneng." Legally.

Ajimukti smiled afterwards.

"Remember, Nan. Laa khaufun 'alaihim walaa hum yahzanuun." Said later.

"Yes, Jik. Thank ye. I beg you again for the feast." Sahut Manan's.

"Sure, Nan. It's gotta be about that."

"Yes, Nan. You just calm down. We must always support whatever it is as long as it leads to goodness." Prastowo Imbuh.

"Thank you, Mr. Dhe."

Meanwhile in another room.

"So Manan is seriously going boyong, Sa?" Ask Ajeng at that time.

The breath he spoke to just nodded languidly.

"Already, Sa. You don't have to think about that. After all, Manan wouldn't have moved far either." Say Ajeng then.

"Emmm, how do you know that, Jeng." Nafisa.

Ajeng smiled slightly, "Because my father helped find the land that would be used as Manan's business place later. And I heard the land has been.".

Instantly Breath seemed to sparkle, "Is that really true, Jeng?" Ask hunting.

"Of course, Sa. If you don't believe it, you can ask Manan yourself." Sahut Ajeng's.

"No need, Jeng. I believe in you. But, Jeng. Emm, there's something I still don't understand." Say Nafisa then.

The jerk slightly frowned, "What is that, Sa?"

"Why exactly does Manan want to continue in his father's footsteps by opening a business?" Nafisa asked with a heavy voice.

Ajeng smiled hearing that, "You really don't know, Sa? Emmm, I mean, has Manan not told you yet?" Ask later.

Nafisa shook her head, "Do you know something, Jeng?" Ask.

Ajeng sighed, "Manan is so for wanting to prove himself to you, Sa. It was at his father's encouragement. He is required to be a man who can be responsible, not only religion but also his life. But even so, even though Mr. Dhe Anggoro is fairly capable, he does not want to depend on it all, depending on what his father has." After saying that, Ajeng felt the back of Nafisa's hand.

"Manan wants to show his seriousness, Sa. He wants to be rightly considered worthy of you." Imbuh Ajeng's.

Nafisa was unable to say anything else at this moment. Hearing Ajeng's words, it felt like his chest was tight and his entire body was limp.

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