BROMOCORAS
Godril With Tattonya

That afternoon not far from the Yogyakarta city terminal, Ajimukti was running a small shop on the outskirts along the way. The heavy rain that has poured into the city since noon has not subsided, but now looks increasingly heavy.

Not far from the shelter, some young people with all their bodies filled with tattoos and ears that are pierching almost as wide as the lid of the balm, he was singing with a guitar played by one of them.

Their clothes also look beautiful with pencil pants full of emblem stamps here, boots, also worn jackets that are also full of emblem stamps. From the mohawk haircut they signify that they are punk children who often hang out in that place.

Look at our country, which is fertile and rich

The field paddy field spread wide, blue ocean

But lament our country, all that remains is a story

Stories and stories, keep stories, keep stories

Unemployment is widespread, poverty is rampant

Evicted street vendor, persecuted

The little boys whimper, dream on the streets

Workers often face suffering

Silent from the shelter, Ajimukti enjoyed the song sung by some of the young men among the rumbling sounds of rainwater. The young man looked happy to sing along with only the guitar and clapped their hands.

Before long one of them is seen walking towards Ajimukti. Ajimukti was quite memorized by the young man who walked towards him because almost every afternoon he met the young man around this place.

"You want naji, Gus?" Asked the young man as soon as he was near Ajimukti.

"Oh, yes Kang Godril. Want to pay a naji." Sahut Ajimukti friendly.

"Well, when it rains again this fast, Gus. No holidays yet?" Said the young man whose arms were full of tattoos up to his neck, as well as earlobes that sagged because of the pierching.

Ajimukti smiled, "It's just raining, Kang." Sahut later.

Godril was also seen smiling with Ajimukti's answer. Godril is one of the punk children who are so familiar with Ajimukti. Her real name is Ari. In this area, he is most feared also respected among other punk children. Godril also traveled throughout Java and Bali to meet other punk children. And because of that, he's pretty well known and not a punk kid who doesn't know him.

"But it's so hard, Gus." Godril said later.

"Yes, indeed, Kang. But rain can't be an excuse, Kang. The rain is God's decree. Count to test intentions, Kang. Not even an excuse. If it has just rained it has been used as an excuse to not go njai, what if God also finds an excuse to not give us a breath?" Sahut Ajimukti a little but quite mengena.

Godril jerked. A moment after hearing Ajimukti's words, his body suddenly felt sore and it felt like something was rustling in his heart. The taste of Ajimukti's short speech can be so entered into the deepest recesses of his heart. There was a fear that suddenly slipped and made his body tremble a little.

Shortly after, the rain began to fall. Ajimukti intends to continue his path to the place of njai. Because maybe some of the students at that place have been waiting for him since.

"I'll excuse you, Kang Godril. It's been pretty quiet this is." Say Ajimukti later.

Godril was slightly startled then regained his senses from his daydream. He answered briefly, "I.iya, Gus."

After that Ajimukti immediately rushed back to run between several small shops along the road. While Godril was still curious about the strange feelings that were now beginning to take hold of his heart.

For several days, the strange feeling continued to disturb Godril's calm. For the first time his heart felt restless and there was a fear that he could not explain. Ajimukti said the other day, really make it a little out of his comfort zone during this time.

That afternoon as usual, Ajimukti passed by where Godril used to hang out with other punk kids. Seeing the greatness of Ajimukti, Godril immediately ran after Ajimukti.

"Gus, wait!" Exclaimed Godril half-running trying to resist Ajimukti's steps.

Feeling that someone called him Ajimukti immediately stopped his steps and twisted his body.

"Godril's brother? What's up, Kang?" Ask Ajimukti once knew it was Godril who called him.

Ajimukti glanced at the watch in his hand. "Emmm, there's still about half an hour before the study starts, Kang. What's the matter?" Ajimukti asked a little curious.

Godril slightly bowed, for a moment he fell silent in doubt. Ajimukti was still waiting until Godril finally started talking.

"Sorry, Gus. Maybe this sounds ridiculous. But what a man like me deserves..." Godril hesitated to continue his words. Ajimukti was still waiting for Godril to continue his words.

"Refed..." Continue Godril slightly restrained.

Ajimukti immediately smiled, "Subhanallah..." Said later. While Godril was still bowed.

Ajimukti approached Godril and patted him on the shoulder, "The Godril, Allaaha yahdii man-yasyaa', wa huwa a'lamu bil-muhtadiin, Allah guides whom He wills, allah knows best those who will receive guidance. Good luck, Kang. It is easy for this to be God's guidance to get to." Said later.

"But, Gus? What appropriate? Look at me!" Godril's face was embarrassed to show all the tattoos on his body.

Again Ajimukti smiled before finally saying, "The Godril, not the physical perfection nor the wealth of material things that God sees, he said, but the quality of the heart and the quality of the deeds of His servant are supreme in the sight of Allah. Heart, should be the main concern rather than outward. Good heart, resulting in other good practices as well. A clean heart, resulting in other practices is acceptable. It is different if you have a damaged heart, especially a heart mixed with shirk stains. Innallaaha lama yandhuru ilaa shuwarikum wa amwaa-likum walakin-yandhuru ilaa quulubikum wa a'maalikum, Verily Allah does not see your physique and your treasures but He, sees your hearts and your charity." Said later.

"So Kang Godril never feel that this is the physical that is, as an excuse. What matters is intention, Kang. Desire. When that intention was already in Kang Godril's heart. Kang Godril never doubt God's compassion." Continue Ajimukti later.

Godril was still bowed. For the first time a Godril who had never feared anyone could now only be silent and bowed in shame when faced with Ajimukti.

"But what about this, Gus?" Godril showed me a lot of tattoos on her body.

"Wouldn't this later have an effect on worship? I've heard that tattoos are haram and our prayers are not accepted." Godril's face looked slightly anxious.

"Indeed, Kang. Allah condemns a person who has a tattoo as in a hadith, Allah cursed those who tattooed and asked to be tattooed. And the law of tattooing itself is haram. Because in the process, the tattoo is the same as dzolim on yourself, hurting yourself." Hearing this Ajimukti speech, Godril seemed instantly limp. There were streaks of disappointment, uneasiness and anxiety on his face.

"But even so, Kang. We have to be clear-minded. Tattoos are forbidden, but worship, especially prayer, is an obligation. Sometimes the question arises, is the person who has the ablution tattoo and the prayer valid? Those who are tattooed then ablaze and perform prayers, so what they do is legitimate. Tattoos are not allowed, but people pray with tattoos yes still valid wudhunya, still valid prayer." Ajimukti.

"That means it's still legal, Gus?" Godril asked doubtfully.

Once again Ajimukti throws his smile, "I can understand a little bit of your worries, Kang. Sometimes, concerns arise from those who tattoo that their prayers are not valid. The sweep of ablution water is considered not up to the surface of the skin that is covered in tattoo color. But in my opinion, you need not worry, Kang Godril. Because ablution water can wet the skin obstructed tattoo. Thus, if sampeyan wants to pray. Salat sampeyan insha Allah accepted by Him. Wudhunya is legitimate, and the water can enter. And this has been studied by the scholars, there is no need to throw the tattoo. In fact, if there is a prayer priest who is tattooed, it is fine." Say Ajimukti later.

"Already, Kang. Don't you have that in question. Pray, God willing, it remains valid. Reward, let it be God who takes care, our duty to carry out what is our duty as His servant." Again Ajimukti patted Godril's shoulder.

"Do I need to remove it, Gus?" Ask Godril later.

"Is that also Kang's pain during removal?" Ask Ajimukti.

"I've never been, Gus. But said a friend of a friend who's never been sick, Gus. Especially if it's manual, use iron." Godril was seen gulping.

Again Ajimukti smiled, "If it hurts, it doesn't work, Kang. It was self-destructive once again. The most important thing now is to know the law, and not to repeat it again. After this just do what you should do without having to care about how many tattoos sampeyan."

"Good people don't always come from those who have the beauty of physical appearance." Reciprocity.

"Good, Gus. Thanks for the enlightenment." This time Godril's face looked even more radiant. He also felt a wedge in his heart these few days had begun to disappear little by little.

Ajimukti glanced at the watch in his hand, "I'm sorry Kang Godril, I have to leave njai. Pity the child if you wait too long. We can connect again tomorrow. God willing whenever Kang Godril there is something I want to ask I am ready to answer. If I don't know, I'll find out for a question by the way."

"Please, Gus. Thanks again for the time."

And from that moment on, almost every afternoon Ajimukti had a conversation with Godril. From the beginning just asked each other, little by little began to discuss the book, until finally Godril was intending to become tahfidzul-qur'an.

Until now, when Sobri arrived to contact him because Ajimukti needed his help to find Kyai Aminudin, without hesitation, Godril agreed and ensured that he would immediately move and find out and as soon as possible announce the search results and people to Sobri.

Seriate...