The Lost Of Ramadan
I'm the Only One Who Wants to Be With Lord Thalib the Final Enemy
The next morning Kanzo ran over quickly and shouted from afar calling out to Osama who was fishing accompanied by a little boy, across the small river also saw an old married couple growing crops.
“Osama ... Osama!” kanzo shouted as he waved, Osama turned his head and waved.
“Huh ... hah .. wait a minute why do you look relaxed here, when your father wants to be tried,” asked Kanzo staring in wonder.
“Not so, I'm here to fish so I can have a good meal with my mother,” Osama replied.
“Then why are you looking after this kid?” ask Kanzo again.
“She Ken, the child who was cared for by both parents there,” pointed at Osama and Kanzo waving at them, then they replied, “Kerna I fished not far from them, so they did, so they asked me to look after him,” Osama replied.
“Ehh .. You are always good to anyone especially the parents,” said Kanzo while playing with Ken.
“What did you run all the way here for?” ask Osama.
“A’ahh .. I forgot to ha ha.. Here, I have a way to greet your father and other residents,” replied Kanzo began seriously.
“How to!?” yelled Osama very curious and happy.
“You propose to all of them to make a special place for them , that way everything can be saved!”
“Special place, what do you mean Kanzo?”
“Parent shelter. I know this is not the right thing, but that way the people who are punished will survive, the place will also be used to care for parents who do not have family anymore, he said,” reply Kanzo avalanche.
“Well should we try, when do we do it?”
“No Osama, you're the one who will do it.”
Osama. “But, here's your plan, I'll help you voice it.”
“You remember I once told you that I would follow in the footsteps of Thalib, so I will leave the village today.”
“Today! how do you do it, you don't have a map!”
“You don't have to be afraid of it, I already have a copy, it's my brother's gift. You don't have to worry about me, either, aren't you my friend so you know what I want."
“Alright Kanzo, I will support you, but before that I will show the trial later that your plan will be successful, therefore you must also succeed to the glory of the sabbat,” said Osama while thrusting his gang.
“Ahh .. I will succeed!” he answered while uniting their gang, smiling together.
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At that time the trial was won by Osama thanks to the help of a third elder who was none other than the older brother of Kanzo, the envoys who stood as witnesses and others also agreed to the proposal. although the first elder and the second elder were heavy-hearted.
Kanzo who from afar saw the closed court place was made to smile for himself because of the boisterous sound of the people on trial cheering happily in it. Plus Osama's loud voice certainly made him confident that their proposal had been accepted. With a sense of calm he set foot towards the village gate while herding his horse.
When they arrived at the gate, two guards appeared anxious and afraid of what they were going to do, but because of the request of the third elder they also ventured to open the gate just a little for Kanzo to pass through.
“Sorry we can only open it this way, we are afraid that someone will see and report this to the first elder,” he said staring at Kanzo who was outside the gate.
“Yah ... It's okay, I thank you both,” replied kanzo smiling even though his face looked sad.
The two guards nodded then immediately closed the gate, while Kanzo looked far ahead, looking at the path he was about to walk.
“Kanzoo!” yelled someone from inside.
Kanzo flinched and immediately turned towards the closed gate. “Osama!”
“Fight ... get your wish, you calm down! do not think too much about this village, remember when you return later this country has changed as you want!” yelled Osama from inside, crying.
Kanzo shed her tears. “Ahh …! wait for my return, and make sure when I come to this country, this country has changed!” reply Kanzo yelling.
“Hey calm down, later to the astonishment of the people," said two guards while obstructing Osama who wanted to open the gate.
Kanzo immediately got on his horse. “I go first Osama,” he said as he put his horse forward.
The sound of running horse footsteps rang out from within and this got further away, Osama and the two guards fell silent at the sound. “See you again Kanzo,” said Osama also turned and ran away from the gate until finally they went in opposite directions.
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Day turns night, night turns morning, Kanzo's journey to the land of Sabbat goes easily until now he has entered the third day. That night he was sitting on his back which had fallen asleep, the sound of the horse occasionally heard, but he immediately stroked it.
A brightly lit bonfire warms them, plus Kanzo is casually eating her warm food and drinks. With a sense of calm he turned his face up to see the beauty of the night, but not the bright stars and moon he saw, but the dark clouds that began to gather on it.
As a religious ancestor, of course, Kanzo asked for protection on the statue that was wrapped around his neck, feeling that it was not enough that he ran towards the lake and took some clay and built it like the face of an animal, it's just really not because of it.
The statue began to get a little sleepy as high as his waist, felt enough, he began to do ritwal by surrounding it while lifting a fiery wooden blade, after wandering around while dancing, he began to dance around, he immediately sat cross-legged and put his talapak hand on the statue while praying for the rain to not come, then he kowtowed.
Unfortunately for Kanzo, in the middle of his prostration that has not finished the rain began to fall and even more rapid, he said, because he felt that he failed rhythmically he also ran towards the horse and his goods that had been under the tree with large leaves.
With a body that was wet and hung under a tree of course not very useful, he shivered coldly while taking shelter by lifting large leaves to add shade from the rain that continues to wet it slowly. Maybe it was more than enough than having to be directly in the windy and driving rain.
The next day the sky had brightened even the sunlight had pierced through the huge leaves on the tree and touched the warm kanzo. The horse he was riding had also built and also helped wake him up by making a sound near him. He woke up with his hair still slightly wet, he was suddenly shocked and immediately stood up to realize that it seemed like it was already very early in the morning.
Kanzo immediately ran towards the lake and threw himself into the bath without breathing the clothes he was wearing. After swimming here and there he returned to the land, had stopped for a while to take the grass that was stuck in his head and then threw it to the ground right where he built the statue from clay, he stared at the statue that was flat on the ground.
The night began to return and now he was deep in the forest, not the wood he had collected first, he even tried to make the statue back with clay attached to the trunk of a tree that had been split and died. He started to help her become like a cow, unlike yesterday this time looking nice and neat even as tall as him.
Kanzo smiled proudly with his body still covered in clay while looking at the statue of a cow that looks good. Nahas for Kanzo in the middle of boasting the statue of rain actually fell again and now increasingly heavy. Because keasikan made a statue of him until he forgot to see the clouds.
Unfortunately for Kanzo, now his body began to fever and sneeze in the morning, even all night he did not eat until his body was weak and in the end he fainted.
When he woke up it was noon and his body began to recover slightly even though his face was still pale.
How surprised Kanzo when he saw his horse was no longer around, the rope that binds was released. “My horse! Where is my horse, instead of me tying it here last night, when this morning was still there,” he said while struggling weakly towards the rope tied to the tree.
“What should I do after, if this is how I can only continue the journey on foot,” he continued anxiously, “no! this is not what I have to think about now, I should take care of myself first to feel better again, grateful that my supplies are still there, she said, and later when traveling I will take wild fruits or others to be stocked,” he continued while looking at some bags in front of him.
Two days later and now it has entered its fifth day. Kanzo's journey as if fruitless he even felt swirling in the forest, thirst and hunger were not at all satisfied because he deliberately saved the supplies that had been thinned, along the way he did not even find water and food, all he could eat were the long-prepared supplies.
Several times asked for help on his deleher statue and also made a small to large statue once useless, now Kanzo already felt no longer concerned about it. At that time he was tired of all the bags he was carrying, he put everything nearby and he leaned on a large tree while closing his eyes and regulating his breath.
After feeling calm he immediately took the neatly rolled up map and opened it. “Hah .. it feels very tired, thirsty and hungry is no longer ignored,” said Kanzo while watching the map.
“Huh .. I feel like I keep spinning in this forest, even now I don't even find the end of this forest,” he continued tired.
While continuing to pay attention to the map he accidentally saw some hurup protected by the fold of paper, without thinking long he opened the fold. “Hah .. This is just an inscription, I think brother died a message for me on this map that he copied, but in fact I don't even understand the letters at all, it looks like he just wrote what was on the map,” Kanzo said as he fixed his seat.
Kanzo suddenly flinched when he saw the writing below. “Laa Ilaaha Illallah Muhammadur Rasulullah, Allahumma Shalli Alaa Sayyidina Muhammad Wa Alaa Aalhi Sayyidina Muhammad,” he said a little surprised to read the writing.
Suddenly the wind blew hard to make the leaves around him fly and the map paper in his hand folded in two, then because it made him see far in front of him a branch of a thick leafy tree was blown violently, and, so as to show him some wild fruits that were strung out in the trees and bushes.
Kanzo immediately stood up to see clearly what he had just seen, after which he immediately picked up his belongings and immediately ran towards the wild fruits it was in. When he arrived at that place he was afraid if the fruits were poisonous, but unexpectedly some birds, insects and other animal bite marks seemed to eat delicious fruits.
Then he greedily ate various kinds of fruits that he met until hunger and thirst were fulfilled. Because of the satiety he was lying on the grass with a happy smile. But it wasn't long, because the sense of alignment began to invade his mind.
“What really happened, it feels like I've passed around here, but absolutely do not see that there are wild fruits,” said Kanzo sat down.
Not knowing what he had in mind, Kanzo again opened the map and re-read the writing, now with a sting slowly. “Laa Ilaaha Illallah Muhammadur Rasulullah, Allahumma Shalli Alaa Sayyidina Muhammad Wa Alaa Aalhi Sayyidina Muhammad,” he said while looking around as if waiting for something.
“Nothing happened, so did the wind that came,”.
Suddenly a noise was heard behind him, which made him quickly turn to see what was behind the sound. “My horse!” yelled kanzo while running.
“It is not wrong again this is my horse, Thank goodness with this horse I can accelerate the journey,” said Kanzo unceasingly grateful.
"I do not get it wrong, I know who really just helped me, from the writing written on the map, most likely it was deliberately written by Thalib to remember his god, and now his god has helped me only because I read the writing,” he said with a smile.
“What a Gracious Thy Lord Thalib, he easily gave me help that he never knew,” he continued, looking at the necklace that hung a small statue on his neck.
“Really, Thalib, your Lord is the Most True God!” he shouted while throwing his necklace to make the small statue was destroyed scattered.
Now Kanzo continues his journey with a lot of supplies of wild fruits that he met earlier, with that he already feels very confident that it will be enough for him, he said, plus confidence and surrender to God makes him no longer afraid of what will happen next.
Kanzo continued to hold on to the Shahadah and Shalawat sentences written in Arabic and Latin forms until the sentence was engraved on his head.
After that five days have passed until now the journey has reached ten days or one ceremony.
At that time two gatekeepers who looked like their aged brother Kanzo were shocked when they saw from afar Kanzo's shock very quickly put his horse towards them. By the time Kanzo had reached them, Kanzo got off the horse and walked up to them with his nose and mouth closed, leaving only his forehead and eyes.
“Who are you and where are you from?” ask one of the guards to approach him.
Kanzo showed his face and smiled. “I am just a nameless traveler, and I came from the darkness of the forest with the light of the clue I could get here. I am just a person who wants to be with Lord Thalib the Musafir.”
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