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Sipat Kandhel's?

Tonight was bright enough without cloudiness. And the air around Pondok Hidayah was not too cold. Ajimukti accompanied by Dullah and Manan was sitting on the terrace of the mosque enjoying coffee and smoking cigarettes in each other's hands.

"I still do not expect it turns out that the person we suspect and often spy on Ajimukti was a friend of the sampeyan, Lek." Manan said in the middle of their conversation.

"Don't you, Nan. My own lha wong still feels like a dream, to be able to meet Gandung again. It has been twenty-five years since the events of that afternoon that I have not seen each other." Sahut Dullah while smoking a kretek cigarette in his hand.

"Yes too long, Lek?" Manan.

"It's not too long, Nan. It's only been a quarter of a century." Sahut Dullah.

Manan just laughed at Dullah's silly speech.

"But I am still confused about his father-in-law, Lek. Emmm, what's that lucky thing, huh, Lek? And does that not include polytheists?" Said Manan then, who was now trying to laugh at imagining.

"Eitherway. What do you think, Mas Aji?" Tanya Dullah turned to Ajimukti.

"Come, Lek. It depends on the owner's intentions if I think so." Sahut Ajimukti also while smoking his cigarette.

Dullah nodded lightly and then turned his kretek cigarette into an ashtray.

"So there really is such a thing?" Manan was a little curious.

"Yes as Wong Jowo, yes we have to admit that indeed many believe certain objects as lucky, nutritious, linuwih and even not infrequently who consider them as talismans, it is, sipat kandhel and so on. Yes back again, because in Java there are so many traditions and ancestral teachings that are still growing, he said, yes one of them is his kejawen science which is identical to knick knacks as we often encounter. And not just in Java. Outside Java there is also a kok collecting objects that are considered magical powers." Ajimukti said a little in response to Manan's question.

"Filted kandhel? What does that mean, Jik?" Manan looks foreign to the term Ajimukti conveys.

"Adding confidence, Nan." Ajimukti. "You've heard that there are certain objects that are considered to make the wearer immune, can add to the attraction and can even bring fortune. You've heard that, right?" Ask Ajimukti later.

Manan just nodded.

"Yes like that. But basically, things are still things. If used with the intention of limited accessories is not a problem. But if you already believe that thing that brings this. That's not allowed." Ajimukti.

"This is, Nan." Ajimukti took off his agate ring. "This is if I believe this ring can make me have an attraction if I wear, you could say I shirk. But if my intention is to make my agate ring as a will hopefully with the permission of God after I wear this agate ring I look more attractive. Well, that's just been justified, Nan." Ajimukti.

"Innamal a'malu binniyat dong, Jik?" Manan's voice is a little bit grim.

"Yes simple, Nan." Sahut Ajimukti, "But if I'm private anyway this is because of the memories of my father, Nan. Not more." Continue Ajimukti while wearing back his agate ring.

"Is there any evidence in Islamic law, Jik? I often see the average Kyai Kyai many who like to wear agate rings. Kyai Aminudin also wears it." Ask Manan Again.

"I've heard a little bit from one of Mataram's ulema alim named Ustadz Muammar, Nan. He said, the Prophet also used a ring of agate on his little finger. In fact, he said, the Prophet used the agate ring as a stamp when sending important letters to his friends, it was intended to convince his friends that the letter was indeed from the Prophet. But yes Wallahu a'lam bishawab, Nan." Say Ajimukti while slightly raising his shoulders.

Manan nodded lightly, "Is that so, Jik?"

"There are several hadiths also that narrate about the Prophet who also wears a ring made of silver and the eye ring that the Prophet used at that time was made of Habasyi stone." Keep Ajimukti again.

"Habasyi's Stone, Jik? How I just heard, Jik." Manan looked frowned.

"Where are you, Nan? Emmm, Look. This is from some of the books I read huh, Nan. Wallahu a'lam bishawab. So the Messenger Allah's ring eye stone is of the type of merjan stone or a kind of agate because it is produced from stone mining in Habsyi and Yemen. There is an opinion that says that the eye stone ring is colored like the color of the skin of the Habasyi people or now Ethiopia, which is black. But there's another opinion, Nan. In the book of al-Mufradat, the ring stone from Habasyi is one of the types of emeralds found in Habasyi, the color is green, can clear the eyes and explain the view." Ajimukti is still trying to paint a picture of Manan.

Manan had just nodded listening to everything Ajimukti explained to him.

"Then isn't the emerald included in luxury goods and even jewelry, Jik? Emm, isn't it legal for men to wear jewelry?" Ask Manan later.

"What, Nan? Emmm, According to Imam Shafi’i law using precious stones or agate such as yaqut, emerald and other stones is mubah as long as not to overdo and boast. As far as I know it, Nan." Sahut Ajimukti re-lighted his cigarette.

"Well, this science, Jik. As long as I'm new this time I know about something like this." Manan said with a laugh.

"Yes that's also because I happened to read just read it, Nan. More specifically, ask the more qualified." Sahut Ajimukti.

"It's you, Jik. Likes so. I've already said."

"Yes know. humbling is someone else's job right?" Cut Ajimukti while laughing and return to smoking his cigarette.

When they were busy laughing without them realizing the snoring sound of Dullah stopped them and immediately turned their eyes towards Dullah who was already asleep leaning on the porch pole of the mosque.

Ajimukti only shook his head to see Dullah who had snored it.

"Well, feel in this fairy tale Lek Dul yes, Jik." Said Manan who also saw Dullah had fallen asleep.

"Yes, Nan. PW would be that." Again Ajimukti can only laugh at following Manan who can no longer hold back his laughter.

"Oh yes, Jik. Insha Allah my father wants to come here again." Manan said after sipping his coffee that had begun to cool.

"Well, what's up, Nan. Isn't it not long from here?" Ask Ajimukti.

"Yesterday was deliberately here because in the news Mr. Dhe Pras if there are guests who want to meet the father. Yes Lek Dul is his guest. Same with you." Sahut Manan's.

"Keep now?" Ask Ajimukti again.

"Regular, Jik. Bisyaroh." Manan answered softly while raising his eyebrows.

Ajimukti is just a head bobble.

"Lek Dul don't need to be told first, Jik." Manan whispers.

"Well, why, Nan?" Ajimukti frowned.

"Liar surprise." Manan looks giggling.

"Here, kirain whatan, Nan. But it could be that." Manan laughs.

Ajimukti glanced at the clock in his hand. "It's almost ten o'clock, Nan. Let's just go in. The others are also on the look of it." Say Ajimukti later.

"So far, Lek Dul? Wait for the mosque or what, Jik?" Manan is still acting.

"Your kualat."

Manan just laughed.

Ajimukti immediately woke Dullah up. Dullah who had arrived woke up a little shocked but was so aware Dullah looked embarrassed to hide his eyes reddened by falling asleep.

As soon as they realized they immediately returned to their room. Dullah seemed to stagger because he was still very sleepy, while Ajimukti and Manan giggled to see Dullah like that.

But without them realizing it once they entered the courtyard of the cottage they passed by the senior trio. Khalil and Imam were so opposed to Ajimukti directly hid their faces behind Budi's back. While Budi looked grinning. His gaze was full of hatred and anger.

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