MATA BATIN – EPISOD 4
Keesokan harinya, Amirul memberitahu Maya tentang perbualannya dengan ibunya dan rancangan untuk bertemu dengan Pak Cik Man.
“Pak Cik Man? Saya pernah dengar nama itu sebelum ini,” kata Maya dengan mukanya berkerut.
“Awak kenal dia?” tanya Amirul dengan terkejut.
Maya mengangguk perlahan. “Ayah saya pernah cerita tentang seorang lelaki bernama Pak Cik Man yang hebat dalam ilmu metafizik. Mereka pernah bekerjasama beberapa tahun yang lalu.”
Amirul terkejut. “Jadi Pak Cik Man juga seorang… bomoh?”
“Bukan bomoh dalam erti kata sebenar, tetapi dia ada ilmu yang tinggi dan kemampuan untuk melihat alam ghaib,” jelas Maya.
Selepas sekolah, ibu Amirul membawanya ke sebuah kampung di luar bandar. Mereka berhenti di hadapan sebuah rumah kayu yang kelihatan usang.
“Inilah rumah Pak Cik Man,” kata ibunya sambil mematikan enjin kereta.
Mereka mengetuk pintu, dan seorang lelaki tua berjanggut putih membuka pintu. Matanya yang tajam seolah-olah dapat melihat melalui jiwa Amirul.
“Kau sudah besar, Amirul,” kata lelaki itu dengan suara yang dalam dan berwibawa.
“Pak Cik Man, ini anak saya, Amirul,” kata ibu Amirul.
Pak Cik Man mengangguk dan meminta mereka masuk. Rumah itu sederhana tetapi penuh dengan barang-barang aneh – botol-botol kaca berisi cecair berwarna, keris-keris lama, dan beberapa buku usang yang kelihatan sangat tua.
“Awak tahu kenapa saya bawa awak jumpa Pak Cik Man?” tanya ibu Amirul setelah mereka duduk.
Amirul mengangguk. “Sebab nenek saya ada kemampuan istimewa, dan Pak Cik Man tahu tentangnya.”
Pak Cik Man tersenyum. “Awak bijak, Amirul. Ya, kakak awak – ibu awak – memang betul. Nenek awak ada kemampuan mata batin yang sangat kuat. Dan sekarang, kemampuan itu telah turun kepada awak.”
“Tapi kenapa sekarang? Sebelum kemalangan, saya tak pernah nampak apa-apa yang pelik,” tanya Amirul.
Pak Cik Man menghela nafas panjang. “Kemampuan mata batin biasanya terpendam sehingga sesuatu mencetusnya. Bagi sesetengah orang, ia boleh dicetuskan oleh trauma atau kemalangan. Bagi orang lain, ia muncul secara tiba-tiba tanpa sebab.”
“Jadi kemalangan saya yang mencetuskan kemampuan saya?” tanya Amirul.
“Kemungkinan besar,” jawab Pak Cik Man. “Tapi ada kemungkinan juga kemampuan awak akan muncul anyway, hanya masa saja yang menentukan.”
Amirul terdiam sejenak. “Jadi sekarang saya ada kemampuan ni, apa yang saya kena buat?”
Pak Cik Man tersenyum. “Awak kena belajar mengawalnya. Kalau tidak, awak akan diganggu oleh pelbagai jenis makhluk halus yang tertarik dengan kemampuan awak.”
“Saya dah belajar sikit dari Maya. Dia ajar saya cara nak tenangkan minda dan ‘tutup’ mata batin saya bila saya nak,” kata Amirul.
Pak Cik Man mengangguk. “Itu baik. Tapi itu hanya asas. Ada banyak lagi yang awak perlu belajar.”
Dia berdiri dan pergi ke sebuah almari. Dia mengeluarkan sebuah buku kulit yang usang dan memberikannya kepada Amirul.
“Ini adalah buku yang ditulis oleh nenek awak. Dia tulis semua pengalamannya dengan mata batin dan cara mengawal kemampuan itu. Baca ini, dan awak akan faham lebih banyak.”
Amirul menerima buku itu dengan hati-hati. “Terima kasih, Pak Cik Man.”
Pak Cik Man mengangguk. “Saya juga akan ajar awak beberapa teknik asas untuk melindungi diri dari makhluk halus yang jahat.”
Selama beberapa jam seterusnya, Pak Cik Man mengajar Amirul beberapa teknik pernafasan dan meditasi untuk menguatkan minda dan roh. Dia juga mengajar Amirul beberapa ayat-ayat suci yang boleh digunakan untuk melindungi diri.
“Ingat, Amirul. Kemampuan mata batin adalah anugerah, bukan kutukan. Gunakan ia untuk membantu orang lain, bukan untuk kepentingan diri sendiri,” pesan Pak Cik Man.
Amirul mengangguk. “Saya akan ingat, Pak Cik Man.”
Apabila mereka pulang, ibu Amirul bertanya, “Macam mana? Awak faham apa yang Pak Cik Man ajar?”
Amirul mengangguk. “Saya faham. Dan saya rasa lebih yakin sekarang.”
Keesokan harinya, Amirul bertemu dengan Maya di taman seperti biasa. Dia menceritakan tentang pertemuannya dengan Pak Cik Man dan buku yang diberikan oleh neneknya.
“Pak Hassan? Itu nama sebenarnya,” kata Maya apabila Amirul menyebut nama Pak Cik Man.
Amirul terkejut. “Pak Hassan? Bukan Pak Cik Man?”
Maya mengangguk. “Dia dikenali sebagai Pak Hassan dalam kalangan mereka yang ada ilmu. Dia antara yang terbaik dalam bidang ini.”
“Awak kenal dia dengan baik?” tanya Amirul.
“Tidak sangat. Ayah saya yang lebih kenal dia. Mereka pernah bekerjasama dalam beberapa kes,” jelas Maya.
Amirul mengeluarkan buku yang diberikan oleh Pak Hassan. “Ini buku tulisan nenek saya. Pak Hassan suruh saya baca untuk faham lebih banyak tentang mata batin.”
Maya melihat buku itu dengan minat. “Buku ni sangat berharga, Amirul. Banyak ilmu yang boleh awak pelajari dari sini.”
Mereka duduk di bangku taman dan Amirul mula membaca buku itu. Dia terkejut dengan apa yang dibacanya. Neneknya telah menghadapi pelbagai jenis makhluk halus sepanjang hidupnya – dari jin yang jinak hingga hantu yang ganas.
“Nenek awak hebat, Amirul. Dia berjaya mengawal kemampuannya dan menggunakannya untuk membantu ramai orang,” kata Maya selepas membaca beberapa muka surat bersama Amirul.
Amirul mengangguk. “Saya tak tahu nenek saya hebat begini. Saya selalu ingat dia cuma seorang nenek biasa.”
“Biasanya, orang yang ada kemampuan macam ni takkan cerita pada orang yang tak ada kemampuan yang sama. Mereka takut tak akan difahami,” jelas Maya.
Mereka terus membaca buku itu sehingga loceng berbunyi. Amirul merasa seperti dia baru membuka satu dunia baru yang penuh dengan misteri dan ilmu.
“Saya nak baca lagi malam ni,” kata Amirul sambil menutup buku itu.
Maya tersenyum. “Buatlah. Tapi jangan terlalu lewat. Awak masih kena pergi sekolah esok.”
Amirul mengangguk. “Saya ingat.”
Malam itu, Amirul tidak dapat tidur. Dia terus membaca buku itu sehingga pagi. Dia terkejut dengan apa yang dipelajarinya. Neneknya tidak hanya dapat melihat makhluk halus, tetapi juga dapat berkomunikasi dengan mereka dan kadang-kadang membantu mereka.
Pada satu muka surat, neneknya menulis tentang “dunia di antara” – tempat di mana makhluk halus tinggal dan kadang-kadang melintasi ke dunia manusia.
“Dunia di antara selari dengan dunia kita, tetapi tidak semua orang dapat melihatnya. Hanya mereka yang mempunyai mata batin atau mereka yang dibuka pintu hatinya dapat melihat dunia ini,” tulis neneknya.
Amirul terdiam. Adakah ini bermakna ada seluruh dunia yang wujud di sekelilingnya yang tidak dapat dilihat oleh orang lain?
Dia terus membaca dan menemui satu bahagian yang menarik perhatiannya. Neneknya menulis tentang sejenis makhluk halus yang sangat berbahaya yang dikenali sebagai “Syaitan Iblis”.
“Syaitan Iblis adalah makhluk yang paling berbahaya dalam dunia ghaib. Mereka suka mengganggu manusia dan kadang-kadang boleh merasuk mereka. Mereka juga suka menghasut manusia untuk melakukan kejahatan,” tulis neneknya.
Amirul merasa sejuk membaca bahagian itu. Adakah dia akan berhadapan dengan makhluk seperti ini suatu hari nanti?
Dia meletakkan buku itu dan cuba tidur. Tetapi tidurnya tidak tenang. Dia bermimpi berada di sebuah tempat yang gelap dan menakutkan. Dia melihat bayangan-bayangan anuh bergerak di sekelilingnya, dan dia mendengar suara-suara yang memanggil namanya.
“Amirul… Amirul…” bisikan suara itu.
Dia terjaga dengan peluh sejuk. Dia memandang sekeliling biliknya dan terkejut melihat sejumlah bayangan hitam berdiri di sudut biliknya.
“Siapa awak? Apa yang awak mahu?” tanya Amirul dengan suara yang goyah.
Bayangan-bayangan itu tidak menjawab. Mereka hanya bergerak perlahan-lahan ke arahnya.
Amirul ingat apa yang diajar oleh Pak Hassan dan Maya. Dia menutup matanya dan menarik nafas panjang. Dia membayangkan sebuah pintu di hadapannya dan menutup pintu itu.
Apabila dia membuka mata, bayangan-bayangan itu telah hilang.
Amirul menghela nafas lega. Dia tahu ini hanya permulaan. Ada lebih banyak bahaya yang menantinya, dan dia perlu bersedia.
Dia mengambil buku neneknya semula dan terus membaca. Dia tahu dia perlu belajar sebanyak mungkin untuk menghadapi apa yang akan datang.
Dia tidak tahu bahaya yang sebenarnya sudah lebih dekat daripada yang disangkanya…
THE INNER EYE – EPISODE 4
The next day, Amirul told Maya about his conversation with his mother and their plan to meet Uncle Man.
“Uncle Man? I’ve heard that name before,” said Maya, frowning.
“You know him?” Amirul asked in surprise.
Maya nodded slowly. “My father once told me about a man named Uncle Man, who was skilled in metaphysical knowledge. They worked together several years ago.”
Amirul was surprised. “So Uncle Man is also a… shaman?”
“Not a shaman in the literal sense,” Maya explained, “but he possesses great knowledge and the ability to see into the spiritual realm.”
After school, Amirul’s mother took him to a village outside of town. They stopped in front of an old wooden house that looked worn and ancient.
“This is Uncle Man’s house,” his mother said, turning off the car engine.
They knocked on the door, and an old man with a white beard opened it. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce into Amirul’s soul.
“You’ve grown up, Amirul,” the man said in a deep, commanding voice.
“Uncle Man, this is my son, Amirul,” said his mother.
Uncle Man nodded and invited them in. The house was simple, yet filled with strange objects—glass bottles containing colored liquids, old keris daggers, and several ancient books that looked centuries old.
“Do you know why I brought you to meet Uncle Man?” his mother asked once they sat down.
Amirul nodded. “Because my grandmother had a special ability, and Uncle Man knows about it.”
Uncle Man smiled. “You’re smart, Amirul. Yes, your mother is right. Your grandmother had a very powerful ‘inner eye’—and now, that gift has been passed down to you.”
“But why now? Before the accident, I never saw anything strange,” Amirul asked.
Uncle Man sighed. “The power of the inner eye usually remains dormant until something triggers it. For some, it’s awakened by trauma or an accident. For others, it just manifests suddenly without reason.”
“So my accident triggered it?” Amirul asked.
“Most likely,” Uncle Man replied. “But it could have emerged eventually anyway—only time would have decided.”
Amirul was silent for a moment. “So now that I have this ability, what should I do?”
Uncle Man smiled. “You must learn to control it. If not, you’ll attract all kinds of spirits drawn to your energy.”
“I’ve learned a bit from Maya. She taught me how to calm my mind and ‘close’ my inner eye when I need to,” Amirul said.
Uncle Man nodded. “That’s good. But that’s only the basics. There’s much more you need to learn.”
He stood and went to a cupboard, taking out an old leather-bound book and handing it to Amirul.
“This book was written by your grandmother. She recorded all her experiences and how to control her gift. Read it, and you’ll understand more.”
Amirul accepted the book carefully. “Thank you, Uncle Man.”
Uncle Man nodded. “I’ll also teach you a few basic techniques to protect yourself from evil spirits.”
For the next few hours, Uncle Man taught Amirul breathing and meditation techniques to strengthen his mind and soul. He also taught him sacred verses that could be used for protection.
“Remember, Amirul. The inner eye is a gift, not a curse. Use it to help others, not for selfish gain,” Uncle Man advised.
Amirul nodded. “I’ll remember that, Uncle Man.”
When they returned home, his mother asked, “So? Did you understand what Uncle Man taught you?”
Amirul nodded. “Yes. And I feel more confident now.”
The next day, Amirul met Maya at the park as usual. He told her about his meeting with Uncle Man and the book given by his grandmother.
“Pak Hassan? That’s his real name,” said Maya when Amirul mentioned Uncle Man.
Amirul was shocked. “Pak Hassan? Not Uncle Man?”
Maya nodded. “He’s known as Pak Hassan among those with spiritual knowledge. He’s one of the best in the field.”
“You know him well?” Amirul asked.
“Not really. My father knew him better—they worked together on several cases,” Maya explained.
Amirul took out the book given by Pak Hassan. “This is my grandmother’s writing. Pak Hassan told me to read it to understand more about the inner eye.”
Maya looked at the book with fascination. “This book is priceless, Amirul. There’s so much knowledge you can learn from it.”
They sat on a park bench, and Amirul began reading. He was astonished by what he found—his grandmother had encountered many kinds of spirits throughout her life, from harmless jinns to violent ghosts.
“Your grandmother was incredible, Amirul. She managed to control her ability and used it to help many people,” Maya said after reading a few pages with him.
Amirul nodded. “I never knew she was so extraordinary. I always thought she was just a regular grandmother.”
“People with abilities like this rarely talk about it to others. They’re afraid they won’t be understood,” Maya explained.
They continued reading until the school bell rang. Amirul felt as though he had just stepped into a new world filled with mystery and hidden knowledge.
“I want to read more tonight,” Amirul said, closing the book.
Maya smiled. “Go ahead. But don’t stay up too late—you still have school tomorrow.”
Amirul nodded. “I know.”
That night, Amirul couldn’t sleep. He kept reading until morning. He was amazed by what he learned—his grandmother not only could see spirits but could also communicate with them and even help them at times.
On one page, his grandmother wrote about “The In-Between World”—a place where spirits dwell and sometimes cross into the human world.
“The In-Between World runs parallel to ours, but not everyone can see it. Only those with the inner eye, or whose hearts have been opened, can perceive it,” she wrote.
Amirul froze. Did this mean there was an entire world surrounding him that others couldn’t see?
He kept reading and came across a section that caught his attention. His grandmother wrote about a dangerous kind of spirit known as “The Devil Demon.”
“The Devil Demon is one of the most dangerous entities in the spiritual realm. They enjoy tormenting humans and sometimes possess them. They also whisper evil into people’s hearts to drive them toward wrongdoing,” she wrote.
Amirul felt a chill as he read that part. Would he ever have to face such a being one day?
He set the book aside and tried to sleep—but his rest was anything but peaceful. He dreamed of a dark, terrifying place. Shadows moved all around him, and he heard whispering voices calling his name.
“Amirul… Amirul…” the voices hissed.
He woke up drenched in cold sweat. Looking around his room, he was horrified to see several dark figures standing in the corners.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Amirul asked, his voice trembling.
The shadows didn’t answer—they simply moved closer.
Remembering what Pak Hassan and Maya had taught him, Amirul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He imagined a door before him—and shut it firmly.
When he opened his eyes, the shadows were gone.
Amirul let out a sigh of relief. He knew this was only the beginning. Greater dangers awaited him, and he had to be ready.
He picked up his grandmother’s book once more and continued reading. He knew he had to learn everything he could to face what was coming.
What he didn’t know was that the real danger was already closer than he thought…