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91. What's up?

“What's up, Ustadz?” ask Hazri. From earlier he saw Faruq continuously watching himself. They were in the mosque after the Ashar prayer. As usual, Hazri was cross-legged in the back corner twisting the prayer beads. Faruq is getting ready to teach his students?

Faruq immediately shook his head. “Nothing, Mr. Haji.”

Tomorrow is so again. Equally, Faruq said there was nothing.

Lusanya Faruq was not even present at the mosque. No news awaited until last isya’ still does not appear. The plan is after changing clothes Hazri wants to go to Faruq's house. It feels like there's nothing to this ustadz. It's not usually a lot of gawking like two days ago. Never been absent without giving word. Footsteps are accelerated towards the house.

Shocked Hazri sees Faruq sitting dumbly alone on the front porch. There is no one at home because the Fia has been since yesterday ‘dulik’ his grandfather. Ami had to accompany her stay there, with her husband's permission of course.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Ustadz? Why?” ask Hazri.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” Faruq grimacing. “Ngot nothing, Mr. Haji, would like to have a lecture here.”

Hazri laughed a little. “Nnothing, but dumbly so. Use the reason ngadem all. Is there a hot spot in Tidar?”

Faruq grimaced again. “Hot head nih. Shrub-noodle.”

“Hehe.... Wh why? Distop ration same wife?”

Faruq had to laugh.

“Come in..,” invite Hazri.

“Here alone, Mr. Haji.”

“If so for a moment yes, I make coffee first. Adek again in-law.”

“Not bother, Mr. Haji.”

“Halah, just coffee...,” Hazri directly nyelonong into the house. He soon returned with two cups of coffee and a can of biscuits.

“Well, now can confide if you want. I accept all the problems, as long as it is not about the distop ration, hehehe.... That's a special region.”

Faruq chuckled, then looked up at Hazri again.

“Hoei, Ustadz? Why anyway? Falling in love with me? From yesterday noticed glares at me continue?” Hazri laughs.

Faruq did not laugh, instead heaving a long sigh.

“Ayo says. What's up?” curious about Hazri too.

“But, I apologize in advance to Pak Haji..”

“Waduh, regarding me apparently?”

Faruq nodded.

Hazri's turn sighed. “OK, what's up?”

“Eem.... Is Mr Haji a Disciple?” faruq asked after a long moment of silence. “But, sorry you know, Mr. Haji, not that I mean brash.”

Surprised Hazri heard that. A month has passed since he received the haqullah to guide the humans who need the true truth. As per his teacher's message, Hazri is not expecting a student. If someone comes he is ready to guide, but not expected. Hazri knows Faruq is looking, but she doesn't expect her best friend to come to her. Faruq's prediction is to meet his own murshid who is not him. I don't know who and where.

“Why did Ustadz suspect that?”

“Because of the same three dreams. Three days in a row,” replied Faruq firmly. He also told me about his dream. It is said that Mama Ajengan Sepuh was present and said, “Faruq, his disciples are close...”.

“Then appeared hand shadow twisting tasbih. Her prayer beads..,” Faruq paused for a moment to notice the prayer beads that Hazri was twisting. “Subhanallah! Yes, Mr. Haji apparently!” he exclaimed in shock. “Why new now do I notice?”

Hazri's Tasbih kauka is indeed rather unique. Don't have tassels as usual. The head of the prayer beads is rounded taper like the dome of a mosque. The kauka seeds that became the head of the prayer beads were reddish black. The other seeds are black rivet perfect.

Hazri.

“That's the first day. Dream again tomorrow. The message is the same, but this one is a picture of a person's head from behind. Sorry, Mr Haji, can I see the skull?”

Hazri takes off her skull and is handed over to Faruq.

“Subhanallah!” Faruq again exclaimed in shock. “Ya Allah...”.

“Why, Ustadz?”

“Cupluk in my dream also perforated..”.

Hazri smiled scratching her head. The white kupluk is indeed a hole the size of a fifties dime on the back. Because of the use of cutting training materials by the Fia. As usual Hazri did not feel the need to change the goods if not a total runyam, even if just meluk.

“Yesterday Mr. Haji to the mosque did not use meluk anyway. But, I am not too concerned with the image of prayer beads or Iluk. The words of Mama Ajengan Sepuh that keeps thinking. Your students near. Near where? Wh who? Which is close to my religious affairs Mr. Haji. Just, what yes, what yes?”

Hazri. “Terus?”

“Come the third dream earlier.. uh, yesterday night means. Same message, just a picture of a pigeon. At first one, it kept getting a lot. Who else has that many pigeons nearby? Haji sir, right?”

Hazri took a deep breath. Tasbih is slowly spinning with feeling. Call it for a grain.

“Where, Mr Haji? Is this true?”

“If I may know, what exactly is Mr Ustadz's intention?” Hazri ignored Faruq's question just now. Jump into the special sign section, as Mr. Subakir once asked him.

“Which intention? Intention to tell that dream?”

“Not. Intention Mr. Ustadz looking for mursyid.”

“I want to know Allah,” replied Faruq steady.

“Unfortunately Ustadz does not know God?” hazri fishing line nyengir.

“Ah, Mr. Haji's. I have known together before that I don't know. Boro-boro know, know also not.”

“Cash? Ustadz did you memorize a lot of his postulates?”

“That's. The more I memorized the more confused.”

“oya? How can you even be confused?”

“Entahlah. Springing feels. Empty, empty. Like that.”

Hazri. Take a coffee break, each one lit a cigarette.

“The first verse of al-Ikhlas, Qulhu Allahu Sunday, what does it mean?” hazri.

“What the hell, Mr Haji?” Faruq. The verse memorized outside of his head.

“Yee, I don't know what” means said Hazri.

“Joking?”

“Serious.”

“Say, Allah is Single...,” says Faruq finally. Pak Haji asked this question, he said in his heart.

Hazri laughs. “That's the translation, Ustadz. Meaning? Meaning?”

Faruq gasped. Right, that's the translation. What does it mean? “Allah is Most Single. Already, just like that,” he forced himself to answer.

“Ah, cook? Where is the Date?”

“This. Kira kept jammed here.

“Hehehe...,” Hazri chuckles. “You know?”

Faruq stared hard at Hazri. “In the meantime, Mr. Haji, go back to the first question. Mr. Haji is a mursyid, isn't he?”

“You know where He is?” challenge Hazri again with a smile.

Faruq was still staring at Hazri, then nodded resignedly.

“Anytime?”

“Must be a baiat?” ask Faruq.

“Yes, because of al-Irfan's knowledge. Science of the nature of divinity.”

Faruq. He remembered the words of Mama Ajengan Sepuh time in the pesantren first, “Faruq, find a person who understands al-Irfan if you want to know Allah”. Such was his message after saying that his murshidnya would be close. Hazri was the second person to say ‘al-Irfan’ to him after Mama Ajengan Sepuh that time. Faruq is also no stranger to the term baiat. From the lessons in his pesantren first, he understood the understanding of baiat as a sacred oath to God. Forms and procedures vary, but the meaning is the same. It should be so if not distorted.

“Why, Ustadz? Afraid baiat?” Hazri asked because she saw Faruq long silent.

Faruq. “Does Pak Haji really master al-Irfan?”

“Any human being who knows Allah, must understand al-Irfan.”

Faruq nodded. “Means Mr Haji is really a murshid?” he looked at Hazri asking for assertiveness about this.

“Haqullah. So actually, Ustadz.”

Faruq's eyes immediately glazed over. So long looking for murshid, here and there, it turns out Haji Mahmud. Haji Mahmud, his best friend, who swapped cars for butut motorcycles, which provided non-budget funds, asked to be escorted when proposing to Pak Juned's daughter, whose father was Fia, whose clothes were antique, what I need is a hole, which has many birds... Haji Mahmud turned out to be a nobody. So close.

“Since when, Mr Haji? Have we met since the beginning?” Faruq asked with puffy eyes.

Hazri smiled shakes her head. “I received it a month ago. Seven more years I was guided by a murshid on a spiritual journey,”

“So, so many years Pak Haji learned the truth?”

Hazri nodded.

“Why not tell me?”

“As Mama Ajengan Sepuh said, match-making. Several times I tried to tell Ustadz with siloka, but it was not the time. Mr. Ustadz must have understood that this was not an announcement. That's shari'a. The fact is, yes His will.”

Faruq nodded. Her tears are melting.

“Already, Ustadz. Thank you for what God has set for each of us. We are slaves before Him, so we remain slaves. The real servant. Who wholeheartedly surrender to the will of his Master.”

Faruq nodded again while shrinking his tears. Then, smile.

Hazri was happy too. Very grateful that finally his best friend was able to meet his mursyid, who happened to be himself.

“Ustadz, if you're really ready, come here at midnight. Now go home first. Praying, bathing, eating. Sufi candidates should be happy. Cook this tangled? No matching ah...,” Hazri mesem.

Faruq smiled as well. “God willing, Mr. Haji. Later midnight.”

Hazri nodded. Agreed.

They parted for a moment to prepare themselves. Hazri also had to prepare because He wanted her to be a murshid to another human being. A very heavy task. The universal shouldering of nature is much lighter than this. Mana can be universal nature is heavier than Yang Have it. While the universe is just between the clasps of His two fingers, al-Jalal and al-Jamal. Mighty and Most Beautiful....