In Cikaret Village, under
the foot of Mount Halimun. It was the day before dawn. The cold air was so
piercing to the bone marrow. The sky still looks dark, but Jaka Someh is
already busy with his activities of cutting firewood. He is still very young,
ranging from 13 or 14 years old, but his body already looks stocky and
muscular.
When he was 10 years old,
Jaka Someh was already an orphan. His mother died of a chronic illness. While
his father died when Jaka Someh was seven years old. He died horribly after
being beaten by Juragan Permana's men.
Juragan Permana is a loan
shark from the village of Rawa Balong, a village at the foot of Mount Halimun.
Jaka Someh's father is an
ustadz who is quite respected by the community. An ustadz who is firm, authoritative,
and has a generous heart. Often lectures from one village to another.
That day, when he returned
from giving a lecture from the village of Rawa Balong, he was confronted by a
number of the skipper of Permana who was not happy with the content of his
lecture. He was beaten and killed not far from his hut. Even Jaka Someh, who
was 7 years old at that time, witnessed the incident. He could not do anything
but just cry over the body of his father who had died a martyr. His heart was
very sad and angry.
Jaka Someh's mother was
shocked to see her husband died. After that she became sickly until she died a
few years later. The trauma of his father's death left quite an impression on
Jaka Someh's heart.
Moreover, after the
incident, his mother often advised Jaka Someh to always be careful in what he
said, so as not to offend or hurt other people's feelings. Jaka Someh's mother
always advised Jaka Someh to always maintain manners, be polite, be patient,
give in a lot, and always be humble. His mother's advice was enough to make an
impression on his heart and even formed a character in him.
Now, Jaka Someh is 13 years
old. Lives in a hut left by his late parents. A very simple hut, made of old
bamboo booths. Inside there are only bamboo bales and a fireplace made of dried
clay.
Bathed in the light of
torches, Jaka Someh was so engrossed in his work, chopping pieces of dry wood
with a machete. Cut some whole logs into small pieces so they can be used as
firewood. Sweat was seen dripping down his body.
Jaka Someh is indeed a hard
worker who is full of tenacity. Laziness is the enemy. He hates having to idle
time in his life. In principle nothing should be in vain. As long as he is
loose and healthy, he will do whatever is useful for himself or others.
Jaka Someh is a
lighthearted person.
Don't hesitate to help
others. It doesn't matter even if the person doesn't appreciate it. His heart
was quite satisfied when he saw that other people had been freed from the
troubles that were being experienced.
Jaka Someh suddenly
remembered one of his late father's messages.
At that time, Mr. Sabarudin
once said to him
"Jaka Someh, my son is
the most handsome in the world...don't be afraid to be tired, you never feel a
loss when you do good, as long as it's good and useful. Just do it for real.
Work with a sincere heart with pleasure. Never expect praise from others. The
important thing is that God bless you…”
At that time, Jaka Someh
was probably only about 6 years old, but his father had often given advice.
Once upon a time he asked his father
“Father… what if we have
worked hard but it turns out that our goals and aspirations are not achieved…
will the work be in vain…?”
His father smiled at Jaka
Someh's question, then hugged him and said
"Jaka Someh...my smart
son...you have to remember this father's message...nothing is wasted in good
deeds...no matter how small the work you do, God willing, there will be an
impact...there will be benefits...Just do it until it's finished...if you can't
finish it when That… yes, it will be continued at another time… In time, God
willing, you will reach the destination you want… the important thing is that
you are patient, keep trying and praying, never give up… don't be afraid to be
tired… Tired is actually a blessing… try to think...if we are tired...God
willing, our sleep will also be good... the food we eat will taste more delicious…
even though the food is only perfunctory…. duh if only you knew, my son… being
able to sleep well and eat well is a gift, a pleasure……after enough rest…our
body will also return to being fresh… that is the blessing of life… one
goodness will produce another goodness… life will be full of happiness… the
important thing is that we must always be grateful for the blessings that have
been bestowed by the Almighty…”.
Jaka Someh nodded his head.
Either understand or not with his father's pituh.
His mother was ironing with
a charcoal iron at that time, which is an iron heated by coals of charcoal. His
mother said to Jaka someh
"Yes, it's true what
your father said... let's see... what am I doing now...?"
Although surprised his
mother asked like that, Jaka Someh still tried to answer
"Now mom is ironing
clothes...so why mom...?"
His mother smiled at her
son's answer, she again asked her only child
"Take a look... see...
the clothes and pants that I'm going to iron, are there a lot or not...?"
“There are so many mothers…
they pile up like mountains…”.
His mother smiled at her
son's answer
"That's right, my
son... Jaka Someh... take a look... I am ironing these clothes one by one... if
I iron one shirt... do you think the pile of clothes will look less...?"
Jaka Someh was a little
hesitant to answer, worried that the answer would be wrong
"How about it, mother,
in my opinion... hmm... if you only iron one shirt... the pile still doesn't
seem to be decreasing, let alone your iron pile... piled up like that..."
His mother laughed happily
at her son's answer
"That's right, my son…
if you only iron one shirt… the pile doesn't seem to be decreasing… as if it
hasn't changed… even though it's not really like that… by ironing just one
shirt, mom has reduced the pile of clothes, even if it's only a little… if you
continue…continue, ironing one more shirt and ironing again… one by one… for
sure… over time the pile of clothes will disappear… because your mother has
ironed everything… the important thing is to be patient… if you work, don't do
it halfway… do it continue with patience until the desired goals and objectives
are realized… how do you understand…?”.
Jaka Someh nodded his head,
as if he understood the meaning of his mother's words at that time.
The red sky has now
appeared in the eastern sky, a sign that dawn is about to rise. The sound of a
rooster's crowing began to be heard shouting at each other, interrupting Jaka's
thoughts when he reminisced with his parents. Jaka Someh also carried the
firewood that he had just cut into a hut. He prepares to make a fire to boil
water.
While cooking, he took the
time to go to the Cikaniki river which is not far from his hut. The sound of
the water was so gurgling. Jaka Someh took a bath and performed ablution with
the water. The water still looks so clear and fresh without being exposed to
the slightest pollution. Even so clear, you can see some fish are playing
chasing each other with their friends. Jaka Someh smiled at the fish. It was
one of the free entertainment that could help him calm the soul.
Jaka Someh feels dependent
on the existence of the Cikaniki river. Bathing, drinking, washing clothes and
all the furniture are usually done in the river. As for the defecation
business, Jaka Someh prefers a special area in the forest which is a bit far
from his hut. He feels pity that the river will be polluted by organic waste.
Maybe because at that time there was no toilet, so he had to defecate around
the trees in the forest.
After wearing his pangsi
clothes which were no longer clear in color, Jaka Someh prayed in his hut. The
distance from the mosque is quite far, so he always prays alone in his old hut.
Since childhood, Jaka Someh has received a good religious education from his
late father.
After praying, Jaka Someh
immediately returned to his kitchen to lift the container of water that seemed
to be boiling. He placed the container on a wooden bench next to the fireplace.
He scooped up the water with a dipper made of dried coconut shells. Making his
favorite bitter coffee drink. After that, he burned some tubers for his
breakfast menu. Not long after, there was a distinctive smell of burnt ripe
tubers. Arousing his appetite which had been turbulent for a long time. Jaka
Someh muttered while his left hand scratched his ass
"Wow...the smell is
really tempting...it makes me even more hungry...it's better if this tuber is
eaten while drinking bitter coffee..."
After the food was ready,
Jaka Someh immediately devoured it, while occasionally sipping bitter coffee,
his favorite drink. His face became happy to enjoy the delicious food. After
being full with breakfast, Jaka someh expressed his gratitude.
"Alhamdulillah,
thankfull.. oh my god... I feel full... it's delicious... thank God I can eat
delicious food like this..."
After finishing breakfast,
Jaka Someh started getting ready to go to the fields behind Mount Halimun.
After slinging a machete at his waist, he carried a drinking container made of
bamboo. Don't miss his favorite bamboo flute. After everything was ready, Jaka
Someh came out of his hut, while his lips were muttering, praying for goodness
to the Almighty
"Bismillahi Tawakaltu
Allahu La haula wala quwata illa Billahi... O my Lord, may you give me safety
and blessings..."
After that he walked
leisurely with a beaming face, leaving his beloved hut which was worn out with
age.
Farming is a routine
activity that Jaka Someh usually does in his daily life. Since childhood he has
been accustomed to the world of agriculture. His father had taught him the
science of farming. Now Jaka Someh has grown into a reliable and skilled farmer.
His love for the world of agriculture seemed to have penetrated deep into his
heart. Although most people consider the farming profession as low class, Jaka
Someh actually feels proud of his profession. He imagined what would happen if
there were no farmers in the world, well, it would definitely be troublesome
because people would find it difficult to get food and clothing. If he becomes
a farmer, at least he will be able to live his life independently, without
relying much on other people for his life. He remembers his father's advice,
when he first received agricultural science lessons
"Jaka Someh, my good
son...God is Most Blessing...created everything without being in
vain...everything that Allah created...everything must have its own function
and benefit...it's just that often we don't know much about it... We do this
farming to seek God's bounty...hope that with the efforts we are doing, Allah
will be pleased and give us sustenance in the form of food that is useful as a
livelihood... we are one of God's creatures, as strong or as great as anything,
still needs something to sustain life...we still need food, drink, clean air,
land to live in and others for our lives. In contrast to Allah, who is perfect,
does not have the slightest weakness, Allah does not need anything to live,
because He is the Living Essence... He is the source of all things, everything
comes into existence because of His Will. In fact, it is Allah who gives
everything that is needed by his creatures, Allah who has created the sky, earth,
land, air, sunlight and others, all of that is a manifestation of the love of
the Lord of the worlds for all of us, we just have to manage it just to get
something we need or want, Allahu shomad... that's why it's called God, because
everything depends on Him, including us, depend on God's goodness. seeking His
pleasure and bounty..." .
Jaka Someh nodded his head
when he heard his father's lecture at that time.
Without realizing it now he
has become a reliable and skilled farmer. Even because the results are always
excessive, Jaka Someh often donates some of his agricultural produce to
villagers in need.
Continue to Chapter 2. https://storicerita.blogspot.com/2022/05/2-disaster-beginning-of-story.html
