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Do'a In Iring Shalawat

...Wong tuo loro fussy ngarepake...

...Putrine ora nganti nguciwa'ake...

...Harapae dadi wong kang tho’at ing Prince...

...Ndherek sunnah toriqoh Nabine...

...Allahumma Sholli Wa Sallim......

...Sayyidina Wamaulana......

...Adadama Fi 'Ilmilahi Sholatan's......

...Daimatan Bi Dawami Mulkillahi......

...Semono ugo tho’at marang poro deserts...

...Lan wong tuo loro mirengaken...

...Jejeg lan den dadek 'ake needs...

...Sholeh amale mbangun rukun ing poro ikhwane...

...Allahumma Sholli Wa Sallim......

...Sayyidina Wamaulana......

...Adadama Fi 'Ilmilahi Sholatan's......

...Daimatan Bi Dawami Mulkillahi......

The Javanese shi'ir qasidah chant from one of Hadrah's grubs that was brought with a bald version of pacul was beautiful from a vocalist who had a melodious voice.

The incision of the banjary tambourine and darbuka combined with some percussion sounds very beautiful accompanying the qasidah tonight. Some of the students and residents around the cottage seemed happy to swing their hands up in rhythm with the music.

On the front facing the worshippers, Kyai Aminudin, Faruq also Ali facing the front grub Hadrah who was in the front shoff. Behind the grub Hadrah sat cross-legged the santri son from the Diniyah class to the Aliyah class.

Ajimukti sitting at the back end of the window, next to him there is also Dullah Manan and also some students who are cool to follow the Javanese syi'ir that is well doubted.

Dullah silently observed Ajimukti who had since felt the palpable bracelet in his left hand. Dullah frowned, he knew Ajimukti had never worn the bracelet. He memorized Ajimukti only often use the watch as well as the agate ring of his father's legacy.

"But bought a bracelet, Mom?" Ask Dullah while glancing at Ajimukti's left hand.

Ajimukti a little flutter and immediately hid his left hand behind his right hand.

"Ah, what the hell, Lek." Sahut Ajimukti a little wrong.

"Emmm, is there anything special about romance out of her bracelet?" Celtuk Dullah slightly nudged Ajimukti. "From Ning Biba huh, Mas?" Brisik Dullah later.

Ajimukti threw his face away from Dullah. Dullah sounded giggling. When it was also accidentally Habiba was seen passing from the outside of the window. Habiba also accidentally looked at Ajimukti. For a while they exchanged glances and ended up throwing smiles at each other.

"If only love could cry out, the sky would not be able to withstand its reverberation. Ihiirr." Suddenly Dullah had decorated and again nudged Ajimukti.

Ajimukti looked surprised even almost hit the window because of Dullah's reluctance.

"That's right, Mas Aji's not focused." Temptation of Dullah again.

"What the hell, Lek. Already ah. Nothing is either." Ajimukti seems to start looking clumsy every time Dullah teases him.

"What the hell is it?" Tanya Manan who was astonished to see Dullah and Ajimukti look cool themselves since.

"This is you, Nan. Mas Aji this..."

"What's wrong, Nan. Again his same grub Hadrah. Variations are the same compactness dapet." Cut Ajimukti while slightly grinning.

Dullah finally could only shake his head.

Qasidah soon stopped. From the front, Faruq began to lead the reading of Maulid Simtudduror, one of the maulid books by Al-Habib Al-Imam Ali bin Muhammad bin Hussein Al-Habsyi. The room was suddenly silent and only Faruq's hoarse voice was heard reciting the contents of the maulid book.

"Allaahumma sholli wa sallim asrofa sholaati wataslim 'alaa sayyidina wanabiyyina muhammadiniroufirrohiim... Allaahumma sholli wasallim wabaarik 'alaihi wa 'ala ali..." The voice of the worshippers present compactly echoed every Faruq finished reading one chapter of the maulid. And then Hadrah was back to kick his qasidah.

In front of Faruq is seen calling one of the santri. Whispered something to the santri and the santri just nodded. Before long the santri also approached Ajimukti and had surprised him.

"Kang, Sampeyan was told to go forward with Guse!" Brisks santri's.

Ajimukti just nodded. Then the santri was back away from the place where Ajimukti sat.

"What's up, Mom?" Dullah asked in astonishment, as did Manan.

Ajimukti just shrugged his shoulders, "Come, Lek. Being told to go forward with Gus Faruq." Sahut Ajimukti while standing. "I'm ahead first." Say Ajimukti then walk to wander among the santri.

"What's up, Nan?" Dullah was still curious.

Suddenly Manan laughed making Dullah frowned in astonishment.

"Why are you laughing?" Tanya Dullah looked at Manan's expression.

Dullah only then laughed. "Yes yes. How I forgot yes, Nan.".

Manan just shook his head, "Lek Dul. Lek Dul's." Manan Mumbled.

Meanwhile, in front, Ajimukti is immediately welcome to sit right on the left of Faruq. Ajimukti directly sat cross-legged there with a little down. Honestly, Ajimukti was not comfortable with all the gazes that were then directed towards him.

Let's see it look furious. Seen since Ajimukti in front of his hand immediately clenched. His teeth clashed between his jaws which began to harden. The look of hatred was evident from the look in his eyes.

Khalil, who was aware of Budi's attitude, immediately patted Budi's shoulder trying to calm his best friend. But Budi actually rejected Khalil's hand.

"Stranquil, Bud." Khalil Whisperers.

"Ah, Why is that boy again that boy. I'm sick of seeing it." He also sounded whispering.

"Now be patient, Bud. It's time for you to take control." Bisik Khalil is still trying to calm Budi down.

But Budi was not yet calm. His face was bright red withstanding emotions. His hands are getting harder. Khalil and the Imam who saw Budi's expression could only look at each other and occasionally raise their shoulders.

"Kang Aji, this is Kang Aji's victory celebration. Love one qasidah." Faruq's whisper was interrupted between the qasidah from Hadrah's grub in front of him.

"Wow, Gus. Forgiver. I can't do it." Ajimukti also whispered.

"Already, Kang. If the same I don't have to use the show can't." Imbuh Faruq while patting Ajimukti on the knee.

Faruq thrust the mic forward Ajimukti. Ajimukti is not struggling, Faruq seems to be trying to force him this time.

"But, Gus." Bisik Ajimukti again.

Faruq again only beckoned with his hands and facial expression. Ajimukti breathed.

Faruq beckoned to Hadrah's grub to stop. Hadrah soon stopped at the end of his Qasidah. Faruq immediately gestured to Ajimukti to lift his mic.

Ajimukti once again sighed and saw one of his index fingers scratching his forehead, before Ajimukti finally started reaching for the mic.

...Eel-quluub...

...Kullul-quluubi illal-habi region...

...Wa ma’iya bidzalika syaahidun...

...Syaahidun wa daliilu...

...Ammad-daliilu idzaa dzakartu Muhammadan...

...Shoorot dumuu’ul-'aasyiqiina tasiilu...

...Hadzaa Rosoulaah's...

...Hadzaa Rosoulaah's...

...Hadzal-Mushthofa says...

...Hadzaa lirobbil-‘aalamiina...

All eyes were on Ajimukti when he began chanting one of the nadzoman.

The views of Kyai Aminudin and Ali immediately turned to Ajimukti with eyes of astonishment. Even Faruq seemed to not believe what he heard. From a distance, Dullah and Manan seemed to smile occasionally.

Tonight the soft voice of Ajimukti with his nadzoman was really making everyone dumbfounded. Budi and his two best friends are now seen increasingly upset by what they are witnessing at this time. And, far away in the next room, a smile also rose from the tiny lips of the beautiful figure who had been ceaselessly staring at the kaoka bracelet on her wrist.

Ajimukti sighed for a moment and for a split second closed his eyes.

...Al-Madad... Al-Madaf......

...Al - Madad Yaa Rasuulallaah......

...Al-Madad... Al-Madaf......

...Al - Madad Yaa Habiiballaah......

...Rabbi faj'al mujtama'naa, Ghooyatuh husnul-khitaam......

...Wa'thinaa maa qod sa-alnaa, Min 'athoyaakal-jisaam......

Ajimukti chanted the qasidah that is quite familiar among the millennial santri with his soft voice accompanied by the beat of darbuka and percussion combined to make the qasidah able to hypnotize anyone who has a love for His Majesty Apostles.

For a moment Ajimukti forgets his place at this moment. For a moment he himself was carried away in the martyrdom of the shalawat he was singing tonight. For a moment he became himself again. And for a moment he remembered the figure he wanted to fight for at this moment.

Not far from where Ajimukti is at the moment. Among the worshippers who were washed away in the chants of shalawat. Among the merdunya the soothing voice of Ajimukti. Seulas do'a tucked away and flowed away without realizing it.

"In silence, I fight for your love in my prayer. I will ask God to meet you twice, once in this world and again in heaven."

Seriate...