Light Warriors
Section 9
In ancient times, "Ismunah's mother reminisced about her past, when she began reading a storybook to Rohman, her only 10-year-old child.
"There was a very great spiritual teacher and was famous for his wisdom.
Once, a young man came from a very far country to his position, with the intention to gain knowledge.
"Teacher, allow me to learn from you" said the young man.
The teacher smiled and gave the young man some guava.
"Put these guava there and go. Come back to me in three years" the teacher commanded.
The young man also carried out the orders of the teacher with curiosity. The teacher did not give any explanation.
Three years later, the young man returned. He saw that the guava he had planted had turned into a tree.
"What do you see? " the teacher asked.
"The guava has turned into a tree, "the young man replied.
"Then go home and come back in three years" said the teacher.
The young man was getting curious. Three years later, the young man came back and saw that the tree was getting bigger, the leaves were getting thicker, and filled with large guavas.
The birds took shelter and made nests in the tree. The little ones played cheerfully under the tree and took the fruit.
"What do you see? " the teacher asked again.
"Unbelievably, this tree is growing so rapidly."
The teacher smiled, "you know, the guava you used to plant, has now turned into a large guava tree and produces so much fruit. Is there a lesson you can learn?"
The young man shook his head.
"When you plant something, whether through thought, speech, or action, you will reap its fruits. If you plant goodness, you will reap goodness. If on the contrary, you plant evil, then you will reap evil. "
The young man nodded his head, a sign that he had learned the lesson from his teacher."
Ismunah's mother ended reading the story. Rohman seemed to listen to him enthusiastically.
It was his habit, every morning, before Rohman left for school, Ismunah's mother read him a storybook.
Ibu Ismunah deliberately chose stories full of wisdom that can be learned.
For him, the development of the spirit of Rohman was paramount. Worldly success, let it follow later, provided that its soul is enlightened first.
That day, and like any other day, Rohman was always afraid of going to school. Indeed, this child is very thin. Not because Ibu Ismunah was unable to feed her, but that was how she looked.
At school, he was often ridiculed by his friends. They said, "you are the son of a rice seller, but his body is thin and dry. "
At such times, Ibu Ismunah always tried to give him the spirit to continue to rise and not be discouraged. Not to forget, Ibu Ismunah provided her with religious knowledge and invited her to take her every time she finished praying maghrib.
At that time, Ibu Ismunah and her small family lived in Ngawi. In his birth village. They're so happy. Not lacking, but not excessive.
Ibu Ismunah's rice stalls are quite in demand. Warung pioneered starting from small, to develop quite rapidly.
Mr. Min also works odd jobs. He never chooses a job. Whatever, as long as it is halal and can make money, it works with passion. Whatever the outcome, he is always grateful. Her body was healthy and strong at the time.
Until one unexpected night, their stall burned down. The cause is thought to be a short-circuiting. All merchandise ludes, including some money he keeps in the stall. They suffered tremendous losses.
From childhood, Ibu Ismunah could see the Earth Angel. He called her Pertiwi. The angel often appears in the form of a wise woman.
Through Pertiwilah, Mother Ismunah is able to give words of wisdom to her child and to others, just flow, without thinking first.
That is the way to fulfill the great mission of his soul to come down to earth. He should give as much advice as possible to those in need.
If he wanted to, he could have been a preacher or a religious figure. However, Pertiwi forbade it. Pertiwi instead told him to live in the simplest conditions on earth.
He always led her to be a poor man. That way, his soul learns a lot to be grateful for life and escape from all worldly attachments.
By order of Pertiwi, Ibu Ismunah and his small family ventured to Surabaya.
Mr. Min got a job as a security guard. Ms. Ismunah initially worked as a housekeeper. They are grateful that their income money can be used to survive and finance Rohman's school.
However, they were again hit by the test of life. Wonokromo Market suffered a severe fire, which burned all the shops inside, including their rice stalls. For the second time, the flames made them suffer a great loss.
They can only surrender. But they know that God must have a great plan behind all this, at least to test their faith.
After the second fire, with the remaining money, they built a small stall on the side of Wonokromo highway. They sell rice, cigarettes, food, and soft drinks.
They can no longer afford to pay the cost. From then on, they slept in their small stall, using makeshift mats. If it rains, they are forced to borrow a place to shelter in the stall next to their stall.
Unbelievably, Rohman was already eighteen years old. He turned into a pretty handsome teenager. His son is also polite and quiet. Never do anything weird.
Ismunah's mother has not dared to buy him a motorcycle, even though Rohman often asks. Ismunah's mother was worried about something unwanted.
Rohman went to school on an angkot. Every now and then, he is joined by Rudi, his best friend. This is what makes Mother Ismunah a little restless. Rudi is his favorite racing on the road.
"It's okay, ma'am, " said Rohman. "I will always take care of myself. " That's what he always said.
However, Ibu Ismunah was still worried when Rohman continued to be with Rudi. His name is also young.
Until one day, which was very sad. Ismunah's mother couldn't forget him for the rest of her life.
Rohman is being hugged by Rudi. And Rudi drove his bike fast. It was a death accident. Both Rohman and Rudi fell and bled. Both of their lives were not helped. Both died at a very young age.
For several months after that, Ibu Ismunah dissolved in grief. Eating and sleeping are not good. There is no spirit to continue living. But this life must continue. The fate of God cannot be lamented. Slowly, Ismunah's mother rose again.
*
"Syam, I brought some food," Rumi handed some packaged rice to her twin sister.
" Free you know. I just don't know, it's good or it's stale. It's been since morning."
"Well, it fits, "Sham laughed out loud. "it just so happens that my stomach is hungry."
"Eits, don't hunt down, sham. Kissed first. Does it still smell good. Fear is stale. "
"Ah, want to eat a lot of rituals," Sham chuckled. He took a rice pack and held it on the floor. Without getting stale, he took the rice and a little side dish, then stuffed it into his mouth.
" How? Still good, right? "Rumi asked.
"Hmm... It's still good, " replied Sham." It's even delicious."
Rumi breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, Sham"
"You don't eat, Mi? Let's eat together. "
Rumi opened another packet of rice and ate it with Sham.
"Wh, by the way, who the hell are the good people who want to give us free food? " Sham asked.
"So, I met Ismunah's mother. The owner of the roadside stall. Too bad for the guy. It's old, but it still has to work hard. Her husband is also very sick."
"There's so much pity. Where is she staying, Mi? "
"Not having a home, Sham. Yeah, slept in that stall. Her husband's mother laid a mat on the street, while her husband slept curled up in the stall."
"Then, don't they have any family, Mi?"
"Say he had an only child our age. But he died in an accident."
"Oh, what a pity, yes, Mi."
"I can't help Sham. The money in the wallet is five thousand dollars to buy iced tea. Yeah, I helped wash those dirty glasses and tidy up the stalls."
Syam stroked his brother's head, "This must be an order from your light angel right? "
Rumi nodded.
" Eh, the rice wrapper for Father and Mother too, yes, Sham. Don't spend it all."
"Yes Mi. Just relax about that. "