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94. hohoho awareness

A few moments later..

The mood has returned to normal. Hazri, Sukoco, Faruq, and Karno were back in the patio seats. Similarly, the soldiers on the rock and the jinn ustadz in front of the fence.

“Still sleepy, Mr Karno?” ask Faruq. Seen Karno yawned continuously, it was bad that he seemed to hold back his sleepiness.

Karno shook his head, but yawned again.

“Just put to bed, Mr. Karno..,” said Hazri.

“Iya, yes, Mr. Haji..,” Karno replied. “It's an eye..” he continued. Vaporized again, yawned again. Then, slowly his head drooped. Next, bablas really, but not using snoring.

Hazri mesem. “Leave it alone, Ustadz,” said.

Faruq also canceled his intention to wake Karno.

“Coffee again, Mr Sukoco?” ask Faruq.

Sukoco nodded, smiling a little, but no hohoho. He was busy arranging his heart to be able to accept the reality of his defeat from Ki Mahmud Tidar just now. The feeling is more or less the same as what Hazri had felt when ‘Cakra Buana’ was rolled down by “Tawhid al-Mutlakah’.

Silent mood. Hazri is waiting for Sukoco. The awaited weighing the taste.

“Ki Mahmud Tidar, I admit defeat. Please be able to study to Adimas as wangsit Kiai Darmo,” said Sukoco with a vibrating voice.

Hazri smiles. “What's the name of Ki Sukoco study?”

“Pamungkas.”

Hazri. “Ki Sukoco, please know that it is not me who beat ‘Pamungkas’'s review.”

Sukoco. “If not Adimas then who?”

“Ki Sukoco, look at this.”

Hazri calling ‘Rogo Kumitir’. In a matter of two three seconds, both hands Hazri directly reddened embers limited to the elbow. Direct red, no gradual wear. Switch to ‘Rogo Sukma’, set set..The two hands are now turning silver white. A moment later it closed again. Sukoco. Ki Mahmud Tidar was able to call his studies without making special movements. Just sit back and smoke his cigarette.

“Well, Ki Sukoco, was it seen ‘Cakra Buana’ installed?”

Sukoco shook his head while sighing.

“If it was ‘Cakra Buana’ and ‘Pamungkas’ that collided then Ki Sukoco is not necessarily lost. Not necessarily also win, hahaha..”.

Sukoco nodded while smiling wryly.

“But, in fact I lost..” he said later.

“That's so. But I reiterate, it is not me who beat Ki Sukoco.”

“Who's fantasy, Adimas?”

“Ki Sukoco, the highest science in the universe is empty science. Science ‘ don't have any science’. Understand this.”

Sukoco's forehead is wrinkled.

Interjected for a moment. Faruq came with coffee and sweets. Somewhat long he was inside earlier because of the resilience of Ami who asked for the latest situation information. Finally, Hazri's wife breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Faruq's explanation that her husband was fine. At best, nothing less.

Sukoco is still wrinkled. Hazri is waiting for a response.

“Your religion, mean Adimas?” he also said finally Sukoco.

Hazri smiled. It's starting to show signs.

“Adimas mastered that sublime science?” Sukoco looks enthusiastic.

He remembered his teacher once said that the highest science in the universe is manunggal science or true science. Elmu sejatining. But, until his death, Kiai Darmo had not had time to meet the person who mastered the science. As the news says, sejatining elmu is a secret science. Those who master it do not appear open. Hidden and hidden. But there's. Kiai Darmo believes there is because everything must have a peak. Have the highest degree. So is science.

Hazri just smiled. No nodding, no shaking.

Sukoco eyes sparkle. He knows Ki Mahmud Tidar holds that science. “Adimas, please I can learn..” the door is sincere.

Hazri was still smiling, then shaking her head.

Sukoco. “Why, Adimas? Am I not worthy to learn it?”

Hazri nodded again. His face is still smiling.

“Then, why, Adimas? I beg.”

“Ki Sukoco, will not be of any use if it just stops up at siru..” Hazri.

Sukoco. His forehead was wrinkled again. “Why is it useless, Adimas? Isn't that true science?”

“For what is true science?” hazri Fishing.

Sukoco looked back. “Is it with that then we deserve to feel noble?” fishing rod again.

Sukoco shook his head, but did not answer.

“So, for what, Ki Sukoco? What is Ki Sukoco's intention on that true science?”

Sukoco looked at Hazri, his eyes twitching. Not answered either.

“Ki Sukoco, know that all the reality emblazoned in this universe moves to a single point...”.

Hazri nodded as well. “Is it understood, Ki Sukoco?”

Sukoco nodded with a sigh.

“Ready?” ask Hazri again.

Sukoco nodded steadily. “Please Adimas guidance..,” said.

Hazri sighed. “Alright, Ki Sukoco. Ustadz, please tell his student Ki Sukoco to wait. Ustadz will come inside. So witness,” the door.

Faruq nodded. “Pak Karno how?”

Hazri sees Karno. “Leave it. Still slumbering.”

Faruq nodded again.

“Mari...,” Hazri invites distant guests into the dhikr room.

A moment later, Faruq entered the room.

Door's closed. The procession begins....

As a master of wisdom, Sukoco has reached a high level in its scientific treasures. Every verse, even every letter of Kalamullah does contain certain wisdom. That's what Sukoco has been doing all this time. Unfortunately he was disgusted there, not continuing to look up to the Owner. The term Mr. Subakir, watch the monkey bell, then the continuity of being a player. Has not Allah told you through the hadith of qudsi, “Everything can be a hijab for you from looking at Me.”

If likened to fruit, Sukoco is ripe trees but not perfect. Hazri just fine-tuned it by giving the right understanding of the end point of everything. With that, Sukoco can continue his spiritual journey that was held up long in the discovery of the monkey ronggeng earlier towards True Truth. The headwaters and estuaries over everything.

Just like Hazri was when he received the three basic secrets of al-Irfan. At first, Sukoco as much as he pleased, then sobbed, and finally roared. Hazri invites Faruq out of the dhikr room to give Sukoco freedom to release the burden of his taste. They're back on the front porch.

Seeing Hazri's appearance, the two Sukoco disciples rushed over.

“Sorry, Ki Mahmud, nothing with Kiai?” the senior asked, who had just bounced onto the fence.

Hazri shook her head with a smile. “Good all.”

The two Sukoco disciples nodded and were about to return to their places.

“Here alone..,” says Hazri.

They nodded again and sat there.

It turned out that Sukoco roar was getting louder. Faruq scratching his head. Hazri grimacing. Busyet, his laughter was so scary let alone his roar.

“Allah..,” the Mursyid spoke softly.

Suddenly hundreds of tonggeret simultaneously again screamed cheerfully. The roar of Sukoco was drowned in the echo of the night insect choir that was somehow shaped. Hazri has never seen it. Faruq sighed listening to this oddity. He knew Haji Mahmud was making because of it.

Ten minutes later Sukoco appeared laughing.

“This is called Setu bar Sunday bar nangis ngguyu, hahaha..,” Hazri laughs. Remember the experience first.

“Hohoho...,” is getting round Sukoco laughter.

So, everyone is laughing now. Only Karno is not disturbed.

As their laughter subsided, the choir of the tonggeret also subsided. Faruq nodded, denying this strangeness of nature.

“Joko, Slamet.., if I don't have time because my time is up, you come here. This Ki Mahmud Tidar. Whatever he wants, follow him! Be red or black, don't argue! Understand?” Sukoco told his two students directly in front of Hazri. Mumpung still had time.

Both of his students nodded reverently.

Hazri just smiled.

The casual chat continued, until sufficed by Sukoco. They also implored themselves at about three in the morning. Uncommonly, Sukoco kissed Hazri's hand and hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Adimas..,” whispered slowly. Seeing that, the two students kissed Ki Mahmud Tidar's hand. Hazri was treated like this. “Ki Sukoco, Dzikir Light. Don't miss..,” the Murshid's message.

Sukoco nodded while sighing in his breath.

Jeep also moved to leave Tidar. Hazri responds to Sukoco's jinn's reverence with a small nod of her head. “Later in time, kids can learn directly to Ki Sukoco..,” he said slowly. The genies returned to respect and disappeared. Earlier, they asked to be taught the light dzikr as well.

The turn of his volunteer magical guards who pleaded. “Go home, Ustadz, thank you..,” said Hazri slowly. Bet, the Muslim jinn disappeared after honoring the reverence of the Purshid.

Faruq reached out to shake Hazri's hand.

“Eee, where are you going, Ustadz?” ask Hazri.

“Lho? He was told to go home?” Faruq asked confusedly.

“Hahaha...,” Hazri embraces Faruq and takes him back to the front porch. “Not to this Ustadz, the...”.

“Who the hell?” Faruq was confused.

“Hahaha.., no.”.

Faruq scratched his head.

“Ustadz, don't kiss your hands. Mediocre as now. Later people at a loss see Mr. Ustadz kiss my hand.”

Faruq nodded in understanding.

No! Hazri flicked her finger in front of Karno's face, upon returning to the front porch. Karno was awake. “Huuaahh...,” yawns while wriggling, then frown. “Kok quiet? Where is Mr Sukoco?” she asked.

Hazri and Faruq....