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107. what's the problem?

“What's the problem, Ustadz?” ask Hazri.

Faruq was silent for a moment. “Tatonya that loh, Mr. Haji..,” he replied later.

“Hahaha.... Why tattoos?”

Faruq did not answer. He clearly seems doubtful.

Hazri asked Faruq for help to Islamize Romi. Since arriving in Tidar two days ago, Romi has continued to convert to Islam. “I don't understand, Bang. Anyway I want to be like Brother..,” he said over and over. Hazri knows her best friend is sincerely begging, not subterfuge. That was why he asked Faruq for help in this matter.

“Don't Ustadz understand that everything is He?”

Faruq sighed then nodded.

“But, if Ustadz still considers Romi is Romi means actually do not understand. ..,” sentil the Mursyid. “How can Mahmud be Mahmud, Faruq is Faruq, and Romi is Romi? Then, where is He?”

Faruq sighed again while closing his eyes.

“Bingung me, Ustadz, how can tattoos hinder humans who want to taqarrub? That's great about this tattoo, then. Who is the fact that draws knitting in the skin of ‘bangkai’?”

“Subhanallah. I'm sorry, Mr. Haji.. ,” can be aware it seems Faruq.

Hazri smiles. “Kok to me? Who am I?”

“Astughfirullah. O Allah..,” Faruq said while stroking the chest

“Sini, Ustadz, but don't tell anyone yes, hahaha..,” Hazri unbuttoned her shirt and then showed her right breastplate.

Faruq. His students have tattoos. Tiger's head image anyway. Although not as miserable as Romi's like batik paintings almost all over the body, but still tattoos. Which he said is not valid for praying because the wudhunya is not legal because of tattoos. Said who? Said the man or his word? Is not prayer really about conscience? Then, why is it considered solely a matter of jasadi? The body was ‘carcass..’.

“How, Ustadz?” Hazri.

“Haahhh...,” Faruq smiled as he shook his head. I understand it more seems. The tattoo is trivial compared to the intention of taqarrub illallah.

So, say the phrase creed Romi guided Ustadz Faruq. Hazri and Juki are witnesses. Not in the mosque, in the assembly room just dhikir so as not to invite controversy about the tattoo. If ‘know-know’ already Islam is another matter.

After the martyrdom, Haji Mahmud changed the name of his friend to Umar Khathab. If listened to, the face and pieces of Romi there are indeed arab-arabnya. And, the changed ones don't mind at all. Especially after hearing a little history of Sayvidina Umar bin Khathab, the second caliph. “Hahaha.... Same me. Former thugs too huh?” as said.

The night was straight. The Disciple does not have to wait any longer for His permission to come out. Directly through dzauqiyah. No different from the others, Umar cried after receiving al-Irfan. It does not have to be smart to be able to capture the signal of truth, it only takes honesty of heart. Furthermore, Umar ‘Romi’ Khathab also retraces the true truth. Duck by speck.

Si Tuyi had his own story. As soon as he saw Tidar, he would no longer enter the cage. Go in if told, but keep raging in there. Scrambled all the cage furniture. Hazri laughed at her behavior. He tells Juki to let go of Tuyi. Let it go free where it goes. Going back is okay, too.

Didn't turn. Tuyi remained loyal. He just wants to stay on the mango tree. Make your own nest there. Juki put a hood so that the nest does not get direct rain. The dining and drinking place in the cage was moved there. It seems that Tuyi likes Juki. So, in addition to Hazri, this antique knee also obeys Juki.

Another Kenyut. The flow of the flow seems. There was hardly any protest. He accepted the basin as his home when the pool wasn't finished. As soon as the pool was ready, he also did not reject his new home. What is given, is gladly received. If you don't want to, you'll be rejected well. Ngeloyor go without ‘ngomel’. Just do not sit on the shell if you are sunbathing. Angry at him, opening his muzzle wide. Only Fia can sit there. I don't know why Kenyut wasn't angry that this little girl. Get along with them.

A month passed. It seems that Romi is at home in Tidar, buying a house near the village hall there, the capital of Tidar. Hazri prevents Romi from using blood money to buy the house. He told his best friend to use his money. Halal. Don't try to play illegal again.

Romi also plans to make a goat farm. The idea emerged from the results of the discussion with Faruq. Compact them now, here and there together. According to Faruq, the prospect of a goat farming business is good. Broad market. Especially after Eid al-Adha. Romi okay, you know what about goats? Anyway he wants to have a halal business like Hazri. Good luck with the business later.

Hazri invites Romi to use whatever funds there are to capitalize on his livestock business. For Hazri, money is like paper. He had been far removed from the hijab of that class. Whether he has money or not is the same for him. But, strangely, when the feeling of being reached by money did not stop coming. Once it's removed, fold it back again. Ar-rahmani....

“But, Rom, are you ready to be nicknamed Umar Embek?” Hazri mesem.

Faruq and Romi chuckled.

“Tanggung, Bang. Now also called Umar Tato. Let all Embeks, the important ones stay..,” timpal Romi, steady.

“Hahaha..,” Hazri laughs happily. A Romi said that?

So, the pioneering of the goat farming business was started Romi and Faruq kasak-kusuk looking for a suitable location for this purpose. Karno helped, he knew a lot about the location of the land in Tidar.

Hazri doesn't have time to interfere. His guest came back to change. Like without the back end. Various needs, ranging from just asking for advice to asking for spiritual guidance. Stay in a place like an umbrella expands without edges, then people come to shelter.

Understand, ‘Bumi’ Feedback.

Hazri was engrossed in bathing the Tuyi when the supernatural message came in. Mr. Subakir asked him to come to Progo immediately. “This, Juk, continue..,” he gave the water sprayer to Juki, then went into the house.

“Dek, Mas go down first yes. Please put a robe up,” Hazri said to his wife who was sweeping the house.

Ami nodded, immediately preparing her husband's needs.

Hazri was ready.

After breakfast, Hazri pulls out his motorbike. Si Fia immediately approached. Ordinary, ask for a little traveling ration ride the bike. In front of the house. If not followed all day. Ami smiled at the familiarity of the father and son. Beres muter-muter, the Murshid also glided to fulfill his murshid call.

A black sedan parked on the front road of Pak Subakir's house. There is his ‘Mabes Polri’ sticker on the back glass. Ms Fahmikah? Hazri immediately took her motorbike to the yard. Park there, then greet those in the saung. There was Bilal, Agil, and an intersecting cop. Of the ten brothers who have pledged their allegiance to the talqin, so far only Soleh and Hazri have been clearly subjected to the task of discipleship. That's why others still play to Progo. Still enough time.

“Firmanto..,” the man introduced himself while shaking hands with Hazri.

“Mahmud,” Hazri reply.

Firmanto stared intently at Hazri, probing. Probably know him.

“Where's Mr Firmanto?”

“Jogja, Sir.”

“Self?”

“Siap, no. Duty to deliver Brigadier Fahmi Putra.”

Hazri mesem. It means Fahmi is coming.

“So Mr. order Mas Mahmud directly in,” said Agil.

“Ooh yes. Taizhou, Kang. Mr. Firmanto, I live first yes..”.

A moment of Hazri returned the gaze of Firmanto's eyes from earlier incessantly. Joking. As usual, Firmanto gasped to feel his eyes as if they were being plugged by grass. I'm busy picking him up. But, it's okay, soon normal again.

Hazri went into Mr. Subakir's house, put on a robe first. Beres it's just headed for the assembly hall from the inner door. “Assalamu’alaikum,” he greets.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” Pak Subakir and Fahmi reply.

The retired one-star police general was wide-eyed at the appearance of the Mursyid. Hazri mesem alone, moved to greet and kiss the hands of his teacher, then to Fahmi. “Good all, General, hahaha..,” he asked while serving tightly this former hunter. Fahmi laughed while nodding.

“Pak Fahmi, this is Ki Mahmud Tidar that I told you earlier,” said Mr. Subakir.

“Hazri? Mahmoud Doro's? My sister is Ki Mahmud Tidar?” Fahmi.

Mr. Subakir smiled, Hazri nodded. Fahmi returned to the head.

“One of some of my best former students. One of the two who received haqullah discipleship among them,” Pak Subakir explained.

Fahmi. “Befit your words in one time, Zri. Uh, what should I call you now? Ki Mahmud Tidar?”

Fahmi laughed too. Try some of those names. “Not good, I just call Hazri okay?”

Subakir and Hazri laughed.

“Please, Cak, do not be shy, hahaha...”.

Fahmi laughed again.

They also talked.

“Bapak has talked with Mr. Fahmi. He said he knew this from Hazri. Means it's Mas Mahmud, right?”

Hazri nodded. He knew Mr. Subakir was just intro because he already knew who he was. Hazri Tiger and ‘Cakra Buana’ have been called without ever being told by Hazri. Also mentioned just now.

“Pak Fahmi, if you really intend to feel true calm, which means knowing Him, then know that your disciples are here. It is not my unwillingness, a human honor if I am allowed by Him to accompany the spiritual journey of the Father, but it is not me. Ki Mahmud Tidarlah your mursyid. Thus it is written in his book.”

Mr. Subakir and Hazri both saw the appearance of a green mist above Fahmi's head. Then, it spun rapidly forming a kind of small ball. As Hazri had seen in Fahmi's house. The two murshid smiled, understanding the meaning.

“Good. I'm ready,” said Fahmi steady. Simultaneously, a ball of fog shot upwards forming an array. Above Fahmi now it's like there's a green rope stretched straight. I don't know where the end is.

“Alhamdulillah..,” says these two murshid.

“Wait a minute, Mas Mahmud,” Pak Subakir enter the house.

Fahmi was silent, his eyes twitching staring at the carpet. Hazri smiles at this former hunter. Span ‘tali greens’ looks sparkling. It was like a comic before. When the veil of the heart is revealed by Him, then no longer all words are needed. Understand or not, ready or not, he will submit unconditionally to His will. That's how Fahmi is now. Sitting silently cross-legged, as if an empty container was waiting for the contents. No questions, no doubts.

While waiting, Hazri also chanted dhikr. Tasbih turned slowly.

Moments later Fuad entered carrying a coal furnace, followed by Pak Subakir who had robed. “Fuad, so witness..,” said. Fuad nodded, then closed the door. Bohur sown, fragrant also spread. Fuad kneels behind Fahmi, holding al-Qur’an above the head of the General, Unique, his ‘tali green’ penetrates the book like a lases ray, Pak Subakir sits on the side, between Hazri and Fahmi.

Ready all...

Hazri sighed. “Ready, Cak?”

Fahmi nodded, his face was very calm. ‘Tali green’ vibrating shine.

Hazri grabs Fahmi's right hand, held as the rule. “Cak, follow my words.”

Fahmi nodded again.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim..,” said the Mursyid.

Then the procession was carried out.....

Fahmi has shed tears since the oath. And, spill over when the three secrets of al-Irfan completely opened. Initially sobbing, then roaring boy style TK. Like Hazri used to be.

The three of them came out giving time. Shame on the General if his crying is watched. Fuad to the saung, Mr. Subakir and Hazri enter the house. Waiting in the living room.

Fahmi also cried a long time. Cute, up and down, up and down. Roaring, sobbing, roaring, sobbing. Like the ocean waves. From the living room window glass that can see into the saung, looks there Firmanto restless. Looks like he's about to go down to the assembly room. But, Agil held him back. Bilal and Fuad were grinning.

Finally, the general came out. With tears in her eyes, she laughs now looking for Hazri and Pak Subakir. Firmanto...

“Inside, Sir,” says Fuad. I guess Hazri and his father were there.

“Cak...,” Hazri greets you from behind the door.

Fahmi. “Fir, please get a cigarette in the car.” Then, enter, into that simple living room.

“Siap, Sir,” Firmanto also immediately carry out the order.

Shocked Firmanto saw the complete appearance of Hazri who was still in robes when giving cigarettes to Fahmi. Appears doubtful in the heart, do not-don't misunderstand him. Cook Hazri Tiger for kiai? As a former police officer Fahmi, Firmanto used to follow Hazri. Memorize that face of his prey.

“Thank you, Fir. You just take it for there,” said Fahmi. That means for the saung participants out there.

“Siap,” replied Firmanto. His eyes looked at Hazri again.

Hazri smiled, twitching her eyes once towards Firmanto's eyes.

“Ah...,” Firmanto back kucek-kuck. Bemoan.

Pak Subakir mesem head bobble. In a moment he saw a white stripe darting from Hazri's eyes into Firmanto's. Thin, smaller than a needle.

“Why, Fir?” ask Fahmi wonder.

“Ready, no.”

“Ready, no..., ready, no.... Why you?”

“My eyes suddenly poignant.”

“Heh...?” Fahmi turned to Hazri. They pretend they don't know the problem. “Hahaha.... Hence, Fir, do not carelessly flirt.”

“Siap,” says Firmanto. Then, move while I'm still messing around. Mr. Subakir and Fahmi chuckled. Hazri just grin.

“It should be so hold tauhid,” chirped Pak Subakir.

“Where is it, Sir?” ask Fahmi.

“Ready!”

Laugh all. Understand means.

Hazri briefly entered the house, swapping her robes for the usual clothes she had worn on arrival. Then, back to sit talking understanding with Fahmi and Pak Subakir in the living room. Quite exciting, dear must be ended first because guests began to arrive a lot. Regular, ‘Bumi’ Cooker.

“Sorry yes, Mr. Fahmi. This is how it is. When can we connect again to the other language. But, sir, any understanding is still impenetrable without travel. What matters is this journey. Without being crammed with various senses, if there is indeed a spiritual journey then he will understand himself according to the stage that has been taken. Istiqamakan dhikr Light. God willing, it will come waridnya.”

Fahmi nodded, although it was not clear what warid meant.

“Good, Mr. Subakir. Then I beg you to say goodbye,” Fahmi stood up and hugged Mr. Subakir, then turned to Hazri.

Hazri. “I also farewell, Guru.”

Mr. Subakir nodded. “Please accompanied Pak Fahmi yes.”

“Good, Master.” Hazri kissed and kissed his teacher.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” says Hazri and Fahmi.

“Wa'alaikum greetings,” reply Pak Subakir.

After greeting also with the brothers in the saung, they also climbed to Tidar. Fahmi maksa wants to know the former home of the quarry that is now so mursyidnya this. Hazri was in the car, sitting with Fahmi in the back seat. The motor is placed at Pak Subakir's place. Easy later ask Komar's men to take it.