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On the following day, Kendrick and Ahmed had breakfast together
at the hotel. Kendrick was ladling the porridge out of the small cup
when Ahmed opened a conversation.
"How's your sleep?"
Kendrick nodded. "Oh, good. I felt asleep instantly the moment I
smelt my pillow."
Ahmed sipped his coffee and asked, "So, what do you think about
yesterday?"
Kendrick moved his lips for a soft smile. "It gave me a new
sensation I'd never felt before. It was really a new thing for me."
Ahmed made a gesture. "Oh, really? So, you are going to continue
this journey with me?" his lenient eyes expressed his wisdom.
"Absolutely. Now, tell me about our next destination. Where are we
heading to?"
"We are going to visit Sunan Maulana's grave in Gresik. It's an hour
drive from here."
"Maulana? What's his story?"
"His full-name was Syekh Maulana Malik Ibrahim. He mentioned some
good points I agree with. His analysis was that before the believers
came into the House of God, they should be fulfilled with the basic
daily needs. In doing so, they wouldn't keep thinking and worrying
about such things while praying."
Kendrick remembered how difficult it was to concentrate on his first
yoga session whereas he had nothing to worry about except for his
yearning desire. "Yeah, I also agree. We used to hear so many
voices, and our minds tend to compete with them in a constant
battle. When the surrounding suddenly went calm down, the mind was
behind in coping with the new situation. It needs some time to
adjust in the new calmness, and be reorganized. You can be surprised
of how much unnecessary subjects we think of every day."
Ahmed chuckled. "Are you saying it based on your theories or
experiment?"
Kendrick laughed. "Yeah, it relates to my latest experiment while
taking my yoga course."
Ahmed commented, "It's so true. Still, I think that we have to be in
balance. The best thinking is to synchronize the thoughts. From my
experience, I learn that human beings tend to fill our minds merely
with the physical pleasure like food, sex, recreation. We give too
little proportion for the healthiness of the spirit when actually
the spirit is what makes us alive."
Kendrick pondered.
Ahmed rose up to his feet. "I think I'm going to line up for some
eggs. How about you?"
"I'm okay." He expressed his thanks with his smile and extended his
hand to seize the handle of his coffee cup.
Drinking, Kendrick observed Ahmed from a distance. He wore his daily
clothes with a long light orange cotton shirt, creamy pants, and
white turban.
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