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108. Be ready and be ready

“Warid what the hell is Mas Mahmud?” ask Fahmi. Knowing that Firmanto was there, he called ‘Mas Mahmud’ to Hazri.

“Pair is wirid. There's wirid, come warid. Simply put, the wirid remembers, warid remembered. Mr. Fahmi remembers Him, then Mr. Fahmi will be remembered by Him. Allah says, ‘You come to Me on foot, I welcome you running’. But, the original is not that simple because we speak Divine Memory. It is not human memories that are just memories,” replied Hazri. Equally, he placed Fahmi formally in front of Firmanto.

Fahmi. Not too clear, but there is a picture.

“Eemm, old Mr Fahmi just came here huh? Busy?”

“Yes, Mas Mahmud, I have a disaster...”

“What's up, Sir?”

“That's the Bungsu, got pegged to a cockatoo. Hah, fuck it.”

Hazri held a smile. Know means.

“Forced I have to prepare a sudden wedding. Just wrapped up two days ago the show.”

“Wah, why am I not invited?”

“The address is treasure map..,” chirps Fahmi.

“Hehehe...,” Hazri chuckles.

“Tested may be me this yes, Mas Mahmud?”

“Yeah, maybe. But, is cooking God testing us? Great if we can be tested by Him?”

Fahmi takes a moment. “What does that mean?”

“He said Allah is All-Knowing? Know everything about everything? If for example Mr. Fahmi tested Mr. Firmanto, it means there is something in Mr. Firmanto that has not been known by Mr. Fahmi and wants to be known. Aye, right? Whether it's ability or anything else.”

Fahmi nodded while frowning.

“Well, cook God called creature?”

Fahmi. Firmanto who silently listened was shocked.

“Pak Fahmi, what has happened, is happening, and what will happen, all cannot be separated from his knowledge. He knows everything over everything. What do I need to test? Is that Mr Firmanto?”

“Ready, Sir,” replied Firmanto.

“Ah you, Fir, get ready.... Don't know?” timpal Fahmi's.

“Siap, no,” Firmanto grimaces.

Hazri and Fahmi laughed.

“So, God didn't test us?” Fahmi asked for firmness.

“Hehe.... If you still believe so please. But, if I clearly don't have any tests. This universe is only with di-‘Kun!’ it just went out of business, why then do I feel able to bear His test? ‘Kun!’ So ****** this is our body again, hehehe.... Mr. Fahmi, everything that comes to each of us from God is the best according to His decree. Do not say that the Prophet was tested by his fidelity or that the Caliphs were tested by killing them. Then, believe also that those who are rich mean dear, the poor are tortured. Yesterday in office, now tortured after retirement? Coupled with the bird test, the parrot perched on the window, hehehe..”.

Fahmi also chuckled. At the limit of understanding he can catch Hazri's explanation. Firmanto also wanted to laugh, but was held strong. Not ethical.

“So, how should I, Mas Mahmud?”

“No how-how. Just live what He has set. Well this, this kind of phrase must have been heard often, right?”

Fahmi nodded quickly. Indeed yes.

“But, hard to apply huh?”

Fahmi nodded again. So-so.

“Because it cannot, Mr. Fahmi, hehehe.. ., if without his knowledge.”.

“Ooh...,” Fahmi mangosteen. “What's the mood?”

“Hahaha... . The science cannot be spoken of, Mr. Fahmi must feel it himself. The way or the way to feel it I have told you. With that, God willing, later Mr. Fahmi can taste the cake, can taste it. Not only have a recipe, but have never tasted the delicious cake.”

Fahmi nodded while sighing.

“If the taste has been obtained, then that is haqqul yaqin. A belief that is unshaken by anything. If you just hear the story, he said he said, it can still waver the belief if faced with seduction or threats. I am talking about God's Rasing, the nature of God's taste. Not talking about the taste of cake Mr. Firmanto, hehehe.... All the cake was just like.”

“Siap, Sir,” Firmanto replied reflex. Surprise him, preoccupation with listening.

Hazri laughs at the way this cop answers. Ready continues. Fahmi was also a crybaby.

“Wah yes, forgot..”.

“Hahaha... If you forget, remind me again. Forget again, remind me again. So it continues to be argued. Actually, when we realize forgetting means we remember? So, if you forget to remind again is the same as if you remember, keep reminding. Remember the sustainable. It is not the right of beings to form this kind of lasting memory, Mr. Fahmi. Man will not be able to because human memory is reason. He is the one who gives. Kan earlier, there was a wirid come warid.”

Fahmi smiled nodding.

“Izin asked, Sir...,” Firmanto said suddenly.

“Eh, interested in you too, Fir? Hahaha..,” chirps Fahmi.

“Ready, General, if allowed Mr. Mahmud.”

“Where, Mas Mahmud?” ask Fahmi. The story asks for permission.

Hazri laughed softly. “Please, Mr Firmanto, maybe I can answer.”

“Siap. Is worship enough just to remember?”

“Hehehe...,” Hazri chuckles. “Good question, Mr. Firmanto. Is worship enough to remember? What if I return, can it be called worship if without remembering the right to worship? Let me ask, Mr Firmanto remember what if you are praying?”

“Siap. What yes..?” confused himself he.

“Hayo, remember Allah not?”

“Siap. Sometimes.”

“Hehe.... Sometimes huh? Frequently?”

Firmanto did not answer.

“Remember money, duty, rice, electricity, son, wife, and others ghairullah, right? Everything besides Allah. Really not my guess?”

“Siap.”

“Means right?”

“Siap.”

Fahmi laughs. “Jawab normal style only, Fir. You're talking to me as if you're ready to go on..”.

“Siap.”

Hearing this, Fahmi and Hazri returned laughing. Firmanto.

“Well, that's Mr. Firmanto. If you worship, but no one remembers it with the worshiped, then what is the name? The pantomin? Hehehe..”.

Firmanto.

“As I said earlier, I am talking about Divine memory. It is not the innate human memory that tends to forget. Remember wits. It is difficult to understand for those who have not yet experienced true memories. The solution is always to the form of memory of the creature that was senile for a long time.”

Firmanto stuck with concentration hold the wheel.

“So, Mr. Firmanto. Is not worship enough to remember, but is there any remembrance of Him in every worship? Worship without it. Sorry yes, bagusan fart, hehehe.... How can you say life without the soul? The spirit of all worship is remember alias dzikir. The real thing is, not remember.”

“Where, Fir? Confused about you?”

“Ready, still confused, General.”

“Ya has received it. I'm also confused, hehehe..”

The three of them laughed.

Until finally in Tidar. Hazri requests that the car be parked in the courtyard next to the bamboo booth house. Pity this sedan if forced to go up there. Furthermore, it is not a sedan class street. Jeep, at least Kijang or Panther.

Fahmi is shocked to learn that this farm belongs to Hazri. How many Doro there. He had thought that what Hazri meant by raising pigeons was just a perfunctory model. Busyet, it's definitely not a joke like this. And, the more surprised he was when he came to look at the back. As the word goes, as wide as the eye looks at the cage all. How not, now it is more than seven hectares. Marno and Sugeng expansion again not long ago.

After looking around, they walked towards Hazri's house. Firmanto walked a bit apart in the back. It seems that Fahmi enjoys the coolness of air here. Comfortable fit, cold but not stinging. There was a deer and several motorcycles parked in front of the house. It's a little over there, it doesn't fit right in front of the house. Probably a guest vehicle. There are usually a lot of guests.

“That's my house, Cak,” said Hazri slowly.

“Wali deserves your home here,” Fahmi commented.

Hazri just laughed.