amigdala

hmm.. dunno why, but everytime i see this picture, gw jadi inget ade ipar gw pernah kasih tau kebanyakan prinsip temen2 mapalanya:

"jangan tanya kami apa arti hidup.. tanya kami bagaimana menikmati hidup.." =) (bener ga de?)

I watched that movie last week in my room with my friends. It wasn't too frightening, especially when you watch it together with your friends, a lot of your friends.. furthermore, i was falling asleep before the "jelangkung" came out..

Personally, i don't really like this kind of horror movie.. it's rubbish to me for some reasons; it's neither inspiring nor entertain me.. moreover, it has no education value at all..

however, i often asked wether i have an encounter experience with some kind of this "jelangkung" or any other "ghost, spirit" or "jin"..
well, i have;

it was many years ago, when i was law student in UGM, Yogyakarta.
it was late night in campus, my second home.
i was drawing n painting Majestic 55's (Law Mapala) new wall climbing with my friends.
i almost finished it when realized that i was working alone.

"where the hell is everyone?" i wondered

I was indignant for they left me alone. Curiousing where were they, i went to Majestic's Headquarter (Jumble spot, precisely) hoping find someone to help me finishing my work.

all of my friend- they was there in that room.
It was dark. There was only one candle light.
all i could see that all my friend was sitting around one of my friend, Kelik.

"What the hell is going on here?" i broke the silence

"Sssshhhhh!!!"

they asked me to be silence,
n in the next second they shouted:

"OOOooOOOohh.. it's gone!!?"

Wondering what just happened, i ask Kelik;

"hey, what's happen? why everyone sitting here in the dark n no one help me finishing the work?"

"y know what?! we were inviting "jelangkung" and he was coming.. the spirit's name is "Chontowi", it said that he "lives" in BEM room in our campus, we're in the middle of conversation untill you came n suddenly he's gone" Kelik explained.

"jelangkung?? oOOh.. c'mon man, it's bull's shit!, just back to work, mate" i didn't believe it.

I left them n back to work. I never believe such kind of stuffs. Not in my life.

I just starting my work again n then about next ten minutes, Jupie, one of my friend came to me and forced me to go to the headquarter once more.
She said that Chontowi, the Jelangkung, has coming back, and he told the reason - the unbelieveble reason- why he left suddenly minutes ago. He said that he was afraid of the "iman level" of the man that just came to that room- n that's me!

i came to the room once more, curiosing how ghost that afraid of me looks like.

but i was dissapointed.
he's gone exactly in the same time i reached the headquarter's door.
n never came back.

Well, i don't have any explaining about my story n the reason why Chontowi afraids of me. All i'm sure that we have to believe their existence, it was written in many Quranic verses, Minal Jinnati wannaas.. but we have no reason to afraid of them coz the only one whom we have to afraid of is Allah, S.W.T.

yeah, that's what we- his gransons- call him by. Ayah Kakek. Born as Abd.Manaf Mukhayyar at 1920es at Batavia. He used to known as Haji Ndung, betawi asli dari bilangan Palmerah. Betawi culture has created him as a tough and a hard man.

His existence was easily recognized from his voice. Construction workers in Darunnajah-his main akhirat saving- used to familiar with his voice. They would be suddenly very struggle in their work when they heard his voice. Got no discrimination-even to his own son. seemed to fear no one and didn't want to be over respected by others. I remember what always happen when i try to kiss his hand respecting him, he took his hand back before my nose reach it. Eventhough we know he loves his grandsons very much. His rare sweet smile scratched deeply in my mind. He's rigorous n very tight in grasping the islamic law. n that's what become the basic reason for having an idea of creating an islamic boarding school for a poor people, islamic education.

He knew the importance of education. He really knew that there were a lot of smart but poor people need education coz he once was one of them. He really knew that only by knowledge, n islamic knowledge, someone can achieve both honour of world and hereafter. That was why he insist to start an education, class teaching process - even with only 3 students- in earliest day of Darunnajah. He really knew that "in tanshurullaha, yanshurukum..", If you 'help' Allah, He will help you back..". n He really knew that what he's done n gave for islam through Darunnajah is an everlasting saving for his family, country, and Islamic religion.

But nowadays, he's lying in a hospital bed with no power. He's got a leukemia, a blood cancer. I can only send him a pray; whatever happens, his ikhlas n jihad soul will always inspiring me. Inspiring much islamic generation to achieve world and akhirat honour with knowledge.

I miss him very much. I miss the way he angry directing those workers. I miss the way he walk by his pole to the mosque. I miss his rare sweet smile. I will never give up trying to kiss his hand..