Ling Tian's
Undermined Elections And Legacy (revision)
For those who do not want to beat around the bush and want to get into their fantasies can jump directly to chapter 22 (start). But will certainly find some question points whose answers are in chapters 1 - 21. Thank you and happy reading. Also apologize if the writing at the beginning of the chapter is very disheveled.
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A piece of the night wind feels cold piercing the bones, moving tree shocks here and there, the friction of the leaves sounding the melody typical of nature, also the specks of rain heard above the precarious added to the atmosphere. He was still sitting in front of his cabin. Room 15 complex c. Sometimes he went into the room just just want to know what time, immediately know he came back out and sat in the original place, since at 22:00 WIB he sat pensively, he sat down, until now it has been stepped on at half three in the morning.
Pondok Pesantren Al-MUKHLIS or more familiarly spoken with the abbreviation PPAM, domiciled in Jati Agung, a small village name in Pringsewu district of Lampung, orphanage and dirian KH Habib Seggaf Baa Alawi, is one of the grandchildren of the Prophet of Shaykh Faqihul Muqoddam, just had this afternoon diitipi and addressed by the parents of a young boy who had been sitting in a million languages. I don't know what was in his mind, he kept quiet and just kept quiet, even drowsiness seemed not to come to him tonight.
He only remembered two things that were a message to him. First, from his new teacher, Seggaf said:
"The istiqomah for jama’nya yes son!"
A very subtle speech he felt, so deeply penetrated in the trough of his heart. And the second from his own father after sending him to the room with the lurah hut and then say goodbye to go home and leave the son of his master.
The father is also in his neighborhood known as a public figure who is commonly called as kiai. His grandfather was also an average scholar.
It's just that the figure of the father is not tempted in the slightest by something called the world. He is a high zuhud! For him living in the world is just like passing by or even more than that. There is a severance for the provision of life today and tomorrow, he said we have lived rich.
Yep! Such is the guidance of Shari’at the true Prophet! The father ordered simple but solid,
“That is obedient and be devoted to your time! Don't let it not! Keep in mind Aby's message!"
Both messages were answered, only,
“Yes, god willing.”
Because of these two messages he almost stayed up all night, making the heart of grief as if full of questions, starting from the words of his new teacher who only ordered jama’ah prayer.
“Why are only told to’ah? Not asked to teach him also diligent?” he murmured in his deepest inner recesses.
Plus the message his father used to call with the title ‘Aby Syakur’.
“Why do the two people who have got the title kiai that no one told me to teach?”
The question kept swirling around repeatedly in his mind. Thinking deeply, that was his habit. Until often the mind is shaky, focused on one point only but ternina bobo for other things! That happens when millions of inner questions are unanswered.
He sat down with his thighs raised to his stomach, he put his cheeks on the knees of his left leg, while looking at the darkness of his first night in the boarding house.
He continued to be silently pensive, but his heart drove unguided until the time rolled. Second by second, changing minute by minute kept going.
“Kriiiiiiing.” An alarm clock belonging to one friend sounded indicating the time was right at 03:00 am.
The door slit sounded. Little by little the door of the room opened with the form of Ghoffar the owner of the alarm clock.
“Lho, has Jamal not rest?" tanyakanya.
“Not yet, don't know why I can't sleep! Mind flying! Hehe..” replied Jamal with a cry.
“Emm.. Why why anyway? What is Jamal?” tnya Ghoffar again.
“Hehe.. ndak nothing kang Ghoffar! ! I just can't sleep!” answer Jamal with his medok.
“Owala.. Yasudah then.. I'm going to the bathroom first!" Ghoffar.
“Iya kang! Please!” Answer Jamal briefly.
Ghoffar left Jamal alone.
A little greeting from Ghoffar seems to make his soul a little riled up! No longer able to enjoy the long daydream that he had been doing.
Not wanting to linger, he also raised his body by slightly stomping his feet full of lust will be upset. He came down from the top floor and followed Ghoffar to the bathroom to wash.
Soon after, he returned to his room. Replacing the gloves and clothes he wore and then afterwards held a picture prayer mat ka’nya it.
4 raka’at prayer tasbih has become a habit when the mind is empty and eye pelupuk can not be closed. He is also a type of person who likes to be wired. Such as reading shalawat, istighfar, tasbih, tahmid or reading ratib-ratib and hizb-hizb.
Finished performing his prayer prayer beads, he immediately berwirid with a round of prayer beads that he held. A little relief to that emptiness apparently. He continued to read that. Besides being an amaliyyah for him, he knows very well that a wirid or dhikr chant can be a calm heart and a troubled soul.
It fits perfectly with what Allah has said in the Qur’an:
“Alaa bidzikrillahi tathmainnul quluub.”
(know, that by dhikr the heart will feel calm).
Also the hadiths of the Nabawi or atsar of the shohabats and maqolah of salaf scholars, among them the speech of shahabat Abi Dharr al-Ghifari:
“Likulli syai’in mesha’ wajalaa’ul qolbi dzikrulloh.”
(everything has its purifier, and the liver cleanser is dzikrulloh).
Jamal continued to recite until the beduk and adzan sign of shajuh time has arrived.