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“Mas Mahmud, you will receive three basic secrets of al-Irfan. All three are letters of science, strictly prohibited to be opened or notified to others without right. Everyone else, including your mother, if she's not. What is this statement you can understand?” ask Mr. Subakir firmly.

“Iya, Sir. I promise,” Hazri answered steady. Although shocked again because Mr. Subakir only mentions your mother, without a father. How do you know that his father is dead?

“With al-Irfan's three secrets, Mas Mahmud will be able to begin the journey to Truth. Hows it? Ready?”

Hazri nodded. “Siap.” He glanced at his watch, midnight past seventeen minutes of Progo time.

Mr. Subakir sighed. He held Hazri's right hand like a penghulu's hand on a wedding kabul. Thumbs pressed. “Bismillah. Mas Mahmud follow my words yes..”.

Hazri nodded.

“Astaghfirullah, innahu kana ghafaar..,” said Mr. Subakir initiated the holy oath of baiat. Hazri followed. Then, word by word that was spoken by Subakir was followed smoothly.

Slowly, Hazri's body shook. The sweat seeped out. One by one the supernatural keys ‘Cakra Buana’ self detached. The dishes then seemed to dance cheerfully in his body. The inner energy that becomes the drummers.

The holy oath was kept....

“So I swear to Allah,” said Mr. Subakir.

“So I swear to Allah,” Hazri follows.

“God's curse directly to me, if I break this oath,” said Mr. Subakir again.

“God's curse goes directly to me, if I break this oath,” Hazri follows. Seeerr's.. His blood sighed as he spoke this sentence.

“Alhamdulillah,” said Mr. Subaki.

“Alhamdulillah,” says Hazri.

Jep. ‘Cakra Buana’ back calm. Locked as before. The inner energy also ended his drumming. A form of graceful silence felt flowing gently within him now.

“Well, Mas Mahmud, now you are a human being. Let me unlock al-Irfan's secret.” Then, Mr. Subakir opened one by one this secret. “Yang first...”.

So Hazri heard the first secret. The more confused for the second, his lips slightly opened.... Then she cried after the third one was fully opened. Initially slow sobbing, then become sobbing. Finally, roaring like a child Kindergarten not be bought toys by his mother. Not playing, a Hazri Tiger was willing to cry like that.

Mr. Subakir, Bilal, and Agil came out to the pool saung. They gave Hazri time to unwind after learning of al-Irfan's secret. The three sat there quietly while playing their respective prayer beads. Bilal twisted slowly, every movement of his tasbih seeds infused with shahdu. Another agil, a short ten-grained tasbih strand was rotated quickly. His eyes closed, his body swaying. Mr. Subakir as usual, pulled. A style, a meaning. Recall...

Ten minutes later Hazri appeared. His face looked carefree with a faint smile on his lips.

“Sini, Mas..,” call Agil. He was the first to see her appearance.

Hazri was headed to the saung. “This is the name of the bar setu sunday bar nangis ngguyu.” joked Pak Subakir.

Agil and Bilal laughed.

Mr. Subakir smilingly called ‘guru’ by Hazri. “Boso Jowo...,” answer. Javanese. “Former Saturday Sunday, out crying laugh-laughter, hehehe..”.

“Ah...,” Hazri so shy.

“Kok Guru can boso Jowo?”

“Lha kulo wong Jowo..,” Pak Subakir replied.

Hazri laughed again. Guess what this Jowo sentence means.

“If Mas Mahmud from where?” Agil asked.

“Away, Kang Agil, from across the island. East Java,” Pak Subakir who answered.

Busyet, Hazri grimaces again. When did he speak of his origin? Also from Tidar not Java. “Which east Java, Guru?” shoot guys.

“East Java. Jombang..” Subakir replied with a smile.

Busyeet. Already, blush. Hazri bobbles head. Salute her.

“Hahaha... From the city of Santri haul in the mountain Tidar, continue down to Kali Progo, hahaha.... Basic heir...,” said Mr. Subakir.

Everyone laughed too. Hazri is the hardest.

The conversation continues. Hazri asked this and that which he did not understand from the book of al-Hikam. Mr. Subakir answered easily those heavyweight questions. Another is if people have reached their knowledge. If you ask the new until understanding, surely runyam squared who answered runyam, who heard more runyam.

Until three o'clock in the morning...

“Bapak rest first yes. If Mas Mahmud still wants to talk to Kang Bilal and Kang Agil please. Remember, light dzikr. Use it to run the spirit toward Truthfulness. No one knows without remembering. Remember you were just getting to know. If you know you can get close. If it is near please melt. Sink to ‘sea without limit’ or return to present ‘book without page’. Understand well yes. Remember, know, close.., melting. So.”

Hazri nodded. Although still within the limits of understanding, the siloka or symbolism used by Mr. Subakir is understandable. If it was before, he must have dizzy seven circumference. What is ‘sea without limit’ or ‘book without page’? Is there an ocean that does not beach? Or a book that has no pages?

Ada, said Mr. Subakir. Hazri wants to get there with her.

“One more time, Mas Mahmud, Dzikir Light. Think about your soul. Hold that firm, do as you taught earlier. Truth can only be understood with Truth. No story of falsehood is able to uncover the truth.”

Hazri nodded again. “So here first yes. Tomorrow happens to be the night of Jum’at, Mas Mahmud can join alawasulan. We are thinking together. It starts at twelve o'clock. Twice a week, Monday night and Friday night’at. After that, we can talk more deeply, according to the stage of the journey. Enough first, huh? Wassalamu’alaikum..”.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” replied the three of them. All saluted and kissed Mr. Subakir's hand, including Hazri. Then the teacher went into the house.

Hazri was fresh, but since Bilal and Agil were tired, she knew. Fifteen minutes later Hazri returned to his two employees. Tomorrow there is still plenty of time to be honest, to talk to people about Absolute Truth....