Light Warriors
Section 33

Universitas Kebangsaan Malaysia (UKM) or National University of Malaysia or known internationally as the National University of Malaysia, where Rumi studied is located in Bangi.

To get to the campus, Rumi must be escorted by Abang Badrol, for his safety. Mr Johan did not allow him to go alone by public transport.

After the lecture hours ended, Rumi communicated with Syam telepathically.

" Mi, how does it feel to study in Malaysia? "

" Thank God, Sham. Pleasant."

"What is the difference with studying in Indonesia?"

"Lecture in Indonesia, I have never been sham. Haha. At my college, everyone is required to speak Malay. Because the vision of my campus is to elevate Malay as the language of the world. Broadly speaking, similar to Indonesian. There are only a few different and sometimes confusing vocabulary.Hahaha."

"Yes, Malay is the root of Indonesian. I remember the word "Free" time at the central KL station. Haha."

"There are many other words, Sham. For example, Stirring Malaynya language is a mess. Play language The withering is dizziness. The Malay language emergency door is the fire barrier door or the emergency door. The cold water language is cold water. The warm water language is warm water. The slipper of the Malay language is slippage. The Malay language shoes are shoes. The Malay language cinema is a pawagan. Paying electricity the language withering it is paying for fire. The Malay sweet is orange. The language of orange fruit is orange."

"Hahaha," Sham laughed. "Enough, enough, Mi. You're making me dizzy. Patience, you'll get used to it too."

" Yesterday, my foster mother asked me to help her make a cake. He gave me orders to mix all the ingredients. Eggs, flour, refined sugar, butter. After that, he said: screwed up....Disorient. I can only bengong. "

"Then, what's the cookie dough?  You're ruffled ?  Haha."

"No. That is, he asked me to stir all the dough."

"Haha. Then, what's your own lecture atmosphere, Mi?"  

"Hm. It is different from the atmosphere of SMA. Learning is more serious. Lecturers of each course always give weekly assignments. Once a week, there is at least 1 book to read. And every weekend, I have to make a paper about the contents of the book I read. There is no time to relax if it is not a holiday, Sham. But thank God, it's still fun."

"I'm sure your mind can hold all that. If it were me, it would be better to give up. Hehe.. What are your friends there?  Nobody bullies you, right?"  

Hehe. Lah ngak. Different from the time of SMA first.  Friends here are fine.  Everyone is seriously learning.  Sometimes the atmosphere heats up during the discussion in the lecture hall.  But when it's done, it's nothing." .

"Oh thank goodness. Mr. Tirto miss you. Yesterday, he visited home.  

"Oh yeah. What then? "

"Yes I said that you are fine with your foster parents in Malaysia.

"Send my regards to him yes, Sham."

"Yes, Mi. Ibu Ismunah and Mr. Min also miss you too."

"I miss them too much. The rice stalls are getting smoother, right?" 

"Thank God. The more sweet."

Rumi ended her telepathy.

*

After college, Rumi and Abang Badrol head to Charity Headquarters in South Lake City. The building has two floors, with a meeting room on the first floor. There is a secret room in the basement.

Mr. David placed protective crystals at some point of this building, so that the protective energy was strong enough.

At least once a week, Rumi attends regular meetings in this building, which is held every Friday night.

Mr. David is briefing. On Saturday the next day, Charity will hold a social service to the Yayasan Orphan Rumah Ilham on Jalan Damansara.

Rumi is tasked with writing a poem and reciting it in front of the orphans at an entertainment event, while Azlina is tasked with accompanying her to a violin. There are more young Charity who got the task to bring nasyid. There are also those who get the task of arranging transportation, consumption, and so on.

"Rumi, have you prepared the poem you are going to read?" Mr. David asked. "Tomorrow, everything must be ready."

"Good, Mr. I've written it and tomorrow I'm ready to read it."

"Goodle. Said Mr. Johan, you're good at writing poetry."

"really?"

"Haha.Yes,Mi. He accidentally read your book when you weren't in the room. But you don't get angry. He has no intention of wanting to know your secret."

"Hm. It's okay, Mr. I'm just a little embarrassed if Mr. Johan secretly reads my poems. "

"Not to be ashamed. You have talent. And that's what you have to develop."

"Thank you, Mr, " said Rumi.

"The second one, I remind you, Mi."

"Well, what's that, Mr?"

"You're eighteen, right?"

"Yes, Mr."

"Meaning, you and your twin brother are already allowed to join the great Meeting of the knights of light."

"Yes, Mi. Apparently, you already know about Shambala."

"Mother Ismunah told me."

"Oh, Ismunah's mother. To be honest, I've known him for a long time. He was the leader of all the Knights of Light for the territory of Indonesia.

Every year, I meet him at a great meeting. It's just that, back then, my wife and I pretended not to know her.

We must be good at theatrics and hide whatever must be kept secret in front of ordinary people."

Rumi.

"Well, you know not, to enter Shambala is not easy. Even if he was a senior Light Knight or was already over eighteen years old, it was still not easy to enter it. "

"I mean Mr, it's not easy how?"

"There are seven points that you must pass before you enter the territory of Shambala. Every point, guarded by the Angels or the Councils of Light that will ask you questions.

You have to be able to answer all those questions. One question only you fail, then you will not be allowed to enter the Shambala region. Your light body will automatically return to your physical body."

"What are the questions, Mr?"

"I don't know either. The question is always changing every year. The location of the seven points that must be passed is also not the same every year."

Rumi kept listening.

"However, I can give you a few keys. Come on, come with me."

"Where, Mr?"

"To the secret room. "

Rumi follows Mr. David into a hidden basement. The door to the basement was hidden under the carpet in the living room.

Underneath the basement was a long hallway and a closet. Mr. David shone his flashlight. Each corner of the room is filled with spider webs, reminding Rumi of her old high school warehouse, where she was once beaten by her friends.

Mr. David shifted the cupboard and there was a door. Mr. David opened the door and turned on the lights.

"This is a secret room" said Mr. David.

"Wow," Rumi was amazed to see it.

Inside, many bookshelves contained ancient scrolls. Also a row of cabinets containing crystals and other heirloom objects.

A childhood photo of Mr. David with Mr. Abdullah, his father, is on display in the room. Rumi watched him enthusiastically.

"Rarely anyone knows the existence of this room" said Mr. David. "I'm only family and Mr. Johan is family. Now plus one more, you. I trust you and your twin brother."

Rumi smiled. "Why do you believe in me and my twin brothers?"

Mr. David smiled back. "Because my heart says so."

Mr. David opened his bookshelf. He took a scroll of a language script that is quite strange.However, Mr. David has added his Malaysian translation in the form of scribbles.

"Here, take it," said Mr. David.

"What is this, Mr?"

"This is an ancient scroll written in the Shambala language. I translated it into Malaysian. Read this scroll as a provision to answer all the questions you will face before entering Shambala."

"Thank you, Mr. "

"Ask your Guiding Angel to always give you direction. Meditate often and connect with yourself. Because only those who are connected to themselves can answer the question easily."

Rumi nodded her head. He took out a crystal in the corner of the room.

"What is this crystal, Mr?"

"Oh, it is the protective crystal I installed to provide protective energy for this place, so as not to be easily entered by the dark workers and other negative energies. Not only here, I also placed the crystals in some points of this building, which I kept secret. "

Rumi put the crystal back. They both left the secret room.

At first glance, he opened the scroll. Rumi looked at Mr. David's handwriting which read:

"Know thyself, before thou knowest the Source from which thyself originated.

Only those who know themselves are guided by wisdom.

Overcome all sight, hearing, and all that you know, before you know the intangible truth."

"What does this mean, Teja?" Rumi asked her Guiding Angel.

"Remember what you see when I take you for a walk exploring yourself. Try to think again."

Rumi smiled.