The Golden Voice
FULL MOON 09
"Assalamu'alaikum"
After the Maghrib prayer, Kiai Ahmad Husain and I will visit Kiai Abdul Ghani at the hospital and we have arrived there.
Not to forget, we brought parcel fruit as a parcel. After knocking on the door and greeting, Nyai Abdul Ghani opened the door of the room and greeted us with courtesy.
He let us in and sat down for a moment on a mat. Kiai Ahmad Husain also approached Kiai Abdul Ghani who was able to lean on his bed.
"Ente, how's Kiai doing?"
"Alhamdulillaah, quite a wis has been good", replied Kiai Abdul Ghani with a friendly smile.
Kiai Abdul Ghani is older than Kiai Ahmad Husain. Almost all of his hair was already bleached and his facial wrinkles could be seen. But, his face so radiated a bright aura and good looks in this twilight.
"Ngunjuk riyen, Gus", Nyai's pinta.
"God, Nyai", reply.
"How did Gus, my son?" asked Kiai Abdul Ghani from his bed.
"Alhamdulillaah, get used to it", I replied briefly.
"Again, good ment your son kui" praised Kiai Abdul Ghani and laughed to Kiai Ahmad Husain.
"My son kui, indeed my derivative plek", reply Kiai Ahmad Husain welcomed his laughter.
"Haha"
"Come here, my son", said Kiai Abdul Ghani.
I went to him and sat beside him with Kiai Ahmad Husain.
"Studying religion in the present era is easier. Moreover, now there are many people who are sinters. Pinter moco, pinter nulis, self-study wae already can. Ngajar in class yo luwih timid, teacher stay nyuruh pupilte moco ngunu uwis do mudeng dewe. Nek dak Mudeng stay asked, but most of them do not ask and better be quiet. Kui tandane they wis do pinter-pinter to?", explained Kiai Abdul Ghani with a laugh again.
"But remember Le, my son. Pinter kui is not necessarily going back and forth, understand. Pinter Kui may be fond of mind, but has not penetrated into the heart. So, do not over-learn teaching just to teach. Don't forget to touch their hearts too"
"Corn", I said obediently.
"May Allaah bless the knowledge you have given them, my son. Gus Thaha's"
"Me and the boy meet later and dak selese-selese chat. Yes already, I say something like that", replied Kiai Ahmad Husain.
"Yo. Sok nek I wis mari, ojo kapok ngajak kulo ngerok manih gih Kiai" said Kiai Abdul Ghani.
"Wong wis tuo kok ra kapok-kapok ngerok", cynical Nyai Abdul Ghani.
"Ngapunten, New. We decided to go home first" I said ending the meeting.
Prior to that, Kiai Ahmad Husain prayed for a cure for Kiai Abdul Ghani, "Allhumma rabban nasi, adzhibil ba’sa. Ishefis. Antas. Lah syafiya illa anta syifa’an la yughadiru saqaman."
Me and Kiai Ahmad Husain came home in a car that I drove myself. The journey takes half an hour. Arriving at the boarding school, we immediately performed Islamic prayers at the mosque.
Now, it's 8 p.m. Kiai Ahmad Husain returned to his residence to rest while I took a short walk in the cottage area.
Tonight, the full moon. Full moon on the 15th hijri. The sky looked bright and calm there.
...For the sake of real time human losses...
...Except those who believe and do good...
...~hmmm.. Hmmmm.. Hmmmmm.. Hmm~...
...Remember five things before five things...
...Healthy before illness...
...Young before old...
...Rich before poor...
...Field before narrow...
...Live before death...
I heard someone humming. I went up to him and reached the tree I used to meet. He chanted it with sadness. His gaze was straight towards the full moon.
"The same girl. I saw him again hugging a Qur'an", I saw him from 3 meters away.
The closer I got to him, the more he became clear about who he was. From the side, that familiar face made me investigate clearly, "Nuha?"
"What's up, with him?"
Her tears are flowing too. I was immediately shocked to see it. He kept on being closed to let his tears spill over his cheeks and lap.
His lips began to limp to continue his chant and continued to tremble. He held it by biting it. His hands were more willing to embrace the Qur'an than to wipe away his tears.
He cried, in the silence of the night. Under the tree, alone. With the faithful Purnama there.
I immediately ran towards the cottage kitchen. Knocking on the locked door. Knock again and again so that this voice is present for Pakde and Bude.
"Sir, it looks like someone is knocking on the kitchen door" said Bude Samiah, who is still awake with reports of civilisations.
"Most Noah, buk. Let alone. He let her go back to the dorm", replied Roso as she fell down and patted her back with a massage device.
"Astaghfirullaah! What date is it, Mr. E?"
"Where did you know"
Samiah immediately saw a calendar stuck on the wall of the room. He searched and found August 2 and then saw again clearly the small number above the number 2, which is the number 15 written with Arabic numerals.
"Astaghfirullaah, astaghfirullaah, sir e !!"
"What's up with Buk?"
"Sir e, Neng Nuha. Neng Nuha's"
Samiah panicked and confused stepped here and there. He immediately ran towards the kitchen door and opened it violently.
"Breakk!"
Hearing the door open violently, I immediately avoided it. Fortunately I didn't get hit.
"Masyaa Allaah, Masyaa Allaah. Sorry Gus, but bude didn't know", Samiah panicked.
"Buk e, what's wrong with that?", asked her husband to approach her.
"Gus Thaha, come here. What is Gus?", asked Roso to see my arrival.
"Sir e, let's go find Neng Nuha!", take Samiah.
"Mbok yo patient to Buk, woo opo?"
"Sir, this is the 15th of Hijri"
"Astaghfirullaah, to Buk? Yo wis if that, let's find Noah right now"
"sir, Bude. What is it that you are panicking about?", I asked still confused.
"Ngapunten, Gus Thaha. We have to start Neng Nuha now", Bude Samiah replied.
"Nuha?, I saw him under a tree looking at the full moon. But,"
"But what's Gus?"
"He's.. M.. Crying"
"It's really Mr. E. Come spit! Pity Neng Nuha if it is doneiamin later"
"Come on Iyo Buk e"
"I also joined Bude, Pakde"
"Come on, Gus!"
Mr. Roso, Bude Samiah ran in a hurry to find the whereabouts of Noah. I followed him from behind.
"Masyaa Allaah, Neng Nuha!", cried Bude.
He immediately approached her and hugged her for a moment, "I'm sorry we are Neng. Neng must have come to the kitchen but the door was locked"
"Bude", reply Noah.
"Sir, Neng Nuha's body is hot. Let's just take it to the kitchen", pinta Bude Samiah tried to toughen up.
"Gih gih buk's. Come on!", Mrde Roso immediately responded.