Ling Tian's
Science of Silat and Kebatinan
"Jamaluddin?" Looks like a middle-aged person with a good stature is waiting for someone in the front of his house. He was none other than the Swordsman of Jibril.
"Yes. Assalamu'alaykum" said Jamal.
"Wa'alaikumussalam. So you're Jamal?" Again the coach asked.
"Yes" replied Jamal.
"alright. Let's go in and in first. What do you want to do about tea?" Said the middle-aged man.
"Ah. No need to bother the Swordsman" said Jamal.
"You don't call me that. You call me Abah. Hehe. After all I am also still your Abah Yai brother!" Pendekar Jibril.
"Yes Abah Jibril" said Jamal.
"Nogany means yes?" Ask Pendekar Jibril again.
"Emmm," Jamal hesitantly replied.
"Santri yaa must be coffee! Ahahaha." Said Swordsman Jibril laughing broke.
Jamal is lost at this time. He's completely lost his mind. He was inexhaustible with a figure that was very respected by many of these people, even his own Abah Yai respected him very much and was very ordinary and very simple. He made his own drinks guests and even prospective students with his own hands. Oh how insurmountable is tawadlu! Thought jamal.
"So you're Syakur's son?" He came while carrying two cups of coffee on a tray and served Jamal.
"Yes Swordsman. Uh sorry Abah," replied Jamal honestly.
"Haha. It's just ordinary here! Don't need anything. Oh yes, please drink the coffee. Pumpung is still hot josss! Hahaha," said the Swordsman Jibril.
"Hehe. Yes Bah," Nod Jamal.
"That I know the dean of your brother. I used to go to Pekalongan together to Habib Luthfi. Your brother is a pious man. His adultery almost overcame everything. Even almost completely indifferent to worldliness except that he needed at that time," said Pendekar Jibril.
"Yes Bah," Angguk Jamal just say yes.
"You as his son, don't embarrass him with your no-no-no!" Order of the Swordsman Jibril.
"God willing to do Bah." Answer Jamal.
After finishing copying and chatting, Swordsman Jibril suddenly looked at Jamal sharply. Automatic Jamal immediately lowered his gaze.
"So you were chosen Bib Seggaf? Yayayaa. You're Jamal! There will be a heavy burden on your back. But rest assured you'll be strong to live it." Pendekar Jibril.
Jamal did not know what the Swordsman said, he simply replied:
"God willing, pray for me Abah" said Jamal.
"Chicken. Come on tonight we have to start too! It's almost there! Now let's follow you!" Pinta Pendekar Jibril's.
They came to the well behind the Jibril Swordsman's house. I don't know if he was taken there Jamal didn't know.
"Now sit cross-legged on the stone" Appointed the Swordsman.
"Close your eyes. I'll bathe you tonight. Intention be upon you every time I pour water on your body repentance!" Continue him.
"Yes Abah" replied Jamal.
"Never empty your heart from calling God's asthma" said Pendekar Jibril. Jamal answered with a nod.
"Bismilahbornrohmanirrohiim," Swordsman Jibril began to flush Jamal's head. Every time you want to water, the Swordsman always says Basmallah.
In a short time, Jamal's bath procession has been completed.
"Now open your eyes and wake up. Follow abah!" Order of the Swordsman Jibril.
"Yes Abah" said Jamal.
They went to the front yard of the Swordsman's house.
"Wait here first. Abah wants to take something first. Stand strong and always in place! Don't move!" The Swordsman Jibril.
"Ready Abah!" Answer Jamal.
"Good!"
Jibril went into his house. I don't know what he was going to take, Jamal never knew. Standing straight and not flinching at all Jamal did. At night, the wind was blowing a little hard, plus all his clothes were currently soaked. Jamal's body felt a bit shivering.
Ten minutes passed. Jamal was still standing in place without shifting a bit. Now his legs began to feel tingling and even cramping.
Twenty minutes passed quickly. And Jamal again was still in place without budging. But now his legs are getting weaker. The light on his face dimmed. The wind that met Jamal's wet clothes really made his lips bluish.
'Why is the Swordsman so long inside? What is he looking for?' Jamal murmured in his heart. Now 30 minutes have arrived. Jamal's whole body feels really slow. But he kept trying not to move from where he stood.
Shortly after that, Pendekar Jibril came out of the house. And strangely it seemed a cup of coffee in hand and a cigarette hanging in his lips.
Jamal just complied. He was about to walk up to the Swordsman Jibril. But he can't!. The tightness in both of his legs was absolutely perfect.
He could not lift both his legs.
"Aaaakhh!"
Jamal forced and exerted all his strength and succeeded. But the steps of his right foot only bear fruit a few centimeters.
"Come here Jamal! Ahahaha. Don't you want to coffee?" Ejek Pendekar while sipping coffee.
Jamal's clothes are almost dry. He still could not lift his own leg. But he did not give up.
"Aakhch.. Aaakkh.. Aakkh"
Jamal continued to move little by little until finally he was in front of the Pendekar Jibril. Just imagine walking a distance of 10 meters is done Jamal with a time of almost 5 minutes.
It was so powerful that Jamal forced himself for the first time.
"Sit Jamal. Straighten your legs! How's it feel? Hahahaha," asked Swordsman Jibril with a broken laugh. Jamal speaks a thousand languages.
"Route with this oil. This is the original oil of cimande. This oil is very useful. It can even be for the sangkal putung," said Pendekar Jibril explained.
"Well, is that right?" Ask Jamal.
"Yes, weird? There are broken human bones and even broken, with this oil will be re-connected gradually," said Pendekar Jibril.
"What a weirdo!" Jamal said shakes.
"Do you know who can make oil like this?" Suddenly Swordsman Jibril gave an impossible guess Jamal could answer.
"Who?" Tanya Jamal was curious.
"Emak-emak widow. Hahaha," replied the Swordsman Jibril with a bitter laugh.
"Widow?" Jamal Lemas.
"Yes. Widows are always getting ahead. Hahaha," Funny the Swordsman.
"Jheje. It could be Abah mah," Jamal said.
"By the way, Abah accidentally left you Mal. That's for strength training from your feet" said Swordsman Jibril.
"Yes," Jamal understood.
"If only you had moved before you came out. You must have refused to be your first student" said Pendekar Jibril.
"First disciple?" jamal's forehead shriveled.
"Yes. You are my first student! Since you have passed your first test, accept this!" Said Pendekar Jibril while giving a small cloth look sewn and seems like to be used like a necklace.
"Is this bah?" Tanya Jamal plain.
"This is a flavor-boosting amulet. By giving this to you, you have become truly legitimate disciples. For the blessings of this amulet and the permission of the Creator of Nature, your level of sensitivity to anything and your training base will increase rapidly and rapidly" explained Abah Jibril or Pendekar Jibril.
"Amijin,"
"Alright, now your practice time is over! Go home kepesantren. And we'll continue tomorrow at the same time,"
"Well Bah, Jamal's saying goodbye now!"
"Yes. Be careful!"
Jamal also shakes hands with Pendekar Jibril
"Assalamu'alaykum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatulloh."
It didn't take long for Jamal to arrive at his boarding school. It is now 11 pm and the atmosphere of the cottage still looks crowded. For students, especially santri who are rather senior, this hour is still afternoon!.
"Kang Jamal has come home" said Ridwan who knew Jamal entered the room. He seems to be writing and studying the science of nahwu. One of the science tools for a person can master how to read the yellow book without having to.
"Iya kang Ridwan," Jamal replied nodding.
"Where's the exercise?" Ask Ridwan.
"Alhamdulillah smoothly kang. But it felt a little strange in my first training session" said Jamal.
"Any? Strange what?"
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