Ling Tian's
Strong Attitude And Diplomacy (revision)
What a beautiful morning! The chirping of wild birds began to sail here and there. Plus shady bamboo plants that according to IPA lessons are a type of giant grass.
Also teak trees whose leaves are wet from drizzling rain last night. Not to mention the rise of the morning sun with a glitter of pink light, making the feel of the beginning of the day so amazing and beautifully radiant.
That's what people say. Another case with santri new son kiai this Syakur. The one who pretended to smile greeted each time passed by the other santri, even though his heart was stunned and crushed as hard as he was. It happened because it was rained down upon a million questions in the presence of the fruit of two expressions.
He just kept going on an unguided walk where he was aiming. Cover it with the excuse of looking at his new boarding school with a mouth that is always silenced.
Though his inner murmur always said he wanted to fight, but so difficult he run. Until the overflow of forced allohumma is what he finally did.
He swung his legs, headed and met his senior friends who were sitting around casually in the front of the complex with a treat of one cup of coffee and a cigars of java tobacco.
He was intending to meet them. Count also to add a list of names of new acquaintances. Because all he knew in the boarding school was only three people. Ridwan and Ghoffar, his roommate who lives in the same area, are also new students just like him. And the last one was Kang Rahmad, the lurah of the cottage who sent him with Aby to his room.
“Assalamu’alaikum kang!" hello Jamal opens the word.
“Wa’alaikum greetings!" answer everything.
"What's your name kang?" one of them asked suddenly.
“I Jamal, complete Muhammad Jamaluddin!” jamal.
“Lha where did Jamal come from?” ask him again.
“I'm from Ambarawa west part kang!” answer Jamal.
“Owala.. Means close! The kakinsaja road gets there fast! Oiya, my name is Fahmi! This Trus Irfan and her Baroque!” he said he was named Fahmi.
Jamal shakes hands with all of them. He tried to be friendly and smiley with them. And vice versa.
Chat after chat slowly broke down. This question was about each other's lives before finally all the young people became students at one place.
Jamal was bombarded with questions that he thought were a bit strange by his seniors. Even invited to mix cigarette but Jamal did not want to.
“Lha why not smoke?” ask Fahmi.
“No idea! But maybe not yet! What is clear for now is that I personally have not been interested!” jamal replied.
“Hehe.. If not, it means someday can be interested dong?” asked Fahmi who was gritted by the laughter of the other friends agreed.
“Kang Jamal know no? In the concoction of a cigarette there is a deep meaning!” Fahmi.
“Deep meaning?” confused Jamal.
"Yes! Deep meaning!” fahmi replied seriously.
"What does kang Fahmi mean?” tanya Jamal made sure.
“Begini kang Jamal's.. Cigarettes are made of papyrus, tobacco or mbako if in Javanese, and cloves!.."
"The meaning of the papyrus is actually fafirru ilalloh! Which means then run all of you to Allah! So we are told to quickly return to God, in the sense of repentance and other worship!.."
"The second component of the composition of cigarettes is tobacco or mbako. And the word mbako is actually taken from the Arabic word lafadz baqo’ which means eternal or continuous exist..."
"Well.. Kang Jamal's.. After we were told to fafirru ilalloh, we are also told to baqo’ alias continuously in carrying out his fafirru ilalloh! Make his slap is istiqomah!.."
"In the worship that istiqomah before, as much as possible we feel the sweetness alias without coercion!.."
"Then we burn the cigarette with a lighter and then we suck and feel the pleasure. Then it will come out for us smoke or in the language of the answer kebul or qobul which means accepted! That is to say it is accepted by the side of God our worship! Hehe.. More or less so Jamal!” obviously Fahmi long times the width of the ples times the area too.
“Emm... Pretty interesting too huh! I can't believe there's any meaning in that cigarette! Hehehe..” honest Jamal.
“And one more kang Jamal!” Fahmi.
“Iya?” jamal tilted his head in question.
“When smoking cigarettes, we together with reading dhikr or shalawat in the heart! It can be a little bit like the dhikr of breath like the dhikirnya the guardians!" Fahmi.
“Hahaha! Or maybe you are also a guardian, huh kang Fahmi? Hahaha.” Jamal laughed out loud followed by the others as he asked.
“Wali talkeh aka leh nguntal manganese akeh! Haha.” Shall Fahmi. (Wali talkeh alias if you eat a lot of portions!)
They laugh at once. Suddenly Irfan threw a question to Jamal which seemed to make him pause from the hardness of his laughter. Same with Fahmi and Baroque.
“Kang Jamal is better for mondok? Not just school? It's good at school! I can see a lot of girls here. Another is at the cottage! Yes, sitting together in one room, but blocked by satire or cover!”
Suddenly the atmosphere became so quiet and no longer fun. But with a bit of heavy breathing and discouraging him, Jamal also gave the answer, Jamal,
“Hehe.. Kang.. Kang.. I'm late for school!" answer Jamal honestly.
“Why?” ask Irfan.
“Iya kang Irfan! My guy graduated Mts already four years ago!” jamal.
“Lha coking?” Fahmi.
“Iya! I before mondok here had played to the land of Java four years! Hehe.. But just playing around! I don't like school either! Dizziness feeling it! I just graduated Mts while being forced to be with Aby! Just try not, surely from Elementary I do not want to go to school and just go to school!” jamal's Story.
“Why can that be?” tanya Fahmi has long hair.
“If in my opinion, the same school is more dominant and important mondok! If in terms of being able to print a good generation, moral and useful in the community!" answer Jamal.
“Why do you have such an opinion?" baroque protests that had been silent but listening.
Jamal responded with a casual answer and with a classic style of speech.
“Indeed! I do not deny those who excel and excel in their formal education and now their sciences have also been used by many people. Okay they are good! It's even so good!.."
"But let's see! What percent of them - those who are formal schools and let's compare with those who go home graduate pesantren!.."
"The word kang Irfan may be a bit of atmosphere and can not be free to see girls even if only for a moment of refreshing. But that's what's interesting to me!.."
"Just if we avoid the thought of a partner when studying, our brain will be able to fully focus on the lesson alias not divided in two! Half thought a lesson, half thought of him! Hehe.."
"Compare what percentage! And manfa’atan where with son santri?” jamal asked them.
“Yes! It is undeniable and must be admitted still superior santri! But formal education is no less important!" fits Fahmi.
“Iya! It's true! There is no science that is not important. So I think the great people are those who are able to balance the two! Able to invest in formal and non-formal fields! In the sense of her yes school yes mondok!” jamal revealed the whole.