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Keris two heads (Hororor Story)

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It is said that Nogososro keris came from the land of Blambangan. The ultimate heirloom that can perpetuate power. Sometimes it is used to achieve success. Inflammable, his power is able to conquer the heaven universe when rampaging. The lucky thing, has a very strong khodam. Khodam energy is powerful as a protector for the empath, as well as a loyal messenger for the misfortune of others. There was a dragon head with a golden crown. My husband-Bang Hanan-several nights lately dreamed of it.

“I'm like living in two worlds, Dek,” chirped Bang Hanan in the middle of his epic. “Dreams that look like real, Deck. I don't know what happened to me.”

I know exactly what Bang Hanan meant. It was not easy for him to accept such a condition. For almost three months he was sick. Some of the hospitals we went to could not give certainty of the pain he suffered. Lab results and indications of pain are always question marks. Every night was forced to wake up, not because of his own will, but suddenly my man became turbulent and fancied. “Abang patient yes. Allah loves you again Brother,”, I said encouraging him. Don't forget to wipe his hands. He said he was calmer if I was always by his side.

Seeing the condition of my husband, who never improved from the pain he suffered. It feels tight in the chest. Being able to sleep soundly is a pleasure in itself, because all day long I remain standby nearby. He's suddenly going to ask for this. Since Bang Hanan's illness over ‘aleman’, and I can understand him.

The screams of Bang Hanan, they surprised me. "There's a Dek sighting, look! Look at!" Bang Hanan's fingers pointed at the corner of the room.

Not knowing what he saw, I only saw a light blue painted wall. He's terrified beyond measure. “Ighfar, Bang! Istighfar!” my screams are no less than his screams. I chalked up some of the verses I memorized, the seat verse and other verses, so that Bang Hanan would calm down again.

While Bang Hanan had started to calm down, I was still solemn with my wirid. After that, I asked Bang Hanan to talk about many things, so that he was distracted from his strange thoughts. The man I married four years ago finally let out a smile. So sweet. There were times when we laughed at the circumstances we were in. Our helplessness and our fear went through the following days. But finally, we legowo received a visit from our visible guests. ‘Don't stay too long in our house!’

“If ‘melekan’ like this so remember the night of inauguration pas ospek student first yes, Bang?” I smiled at myself remembering. “You incline me with a lot of strange questions for new people.”

“You used to be so arrogant, Dek. has been counting again,” answers do not want to lose.

“Let's cocky origin ngangenin, right, Bang?" Slowly I pinched him who chuckled with my joke.

***

The following days, we decided to go to bed early, after praying isya’ and deliberately woke up before 12.00 WIB. Sometimes I wake Bang Hanan if he falls asleep. Actually could not bear to wake up when he fell asleep, given his weakened condition, but I was more unbearable when I saw him suddenly wake up because of the turmoil that could not be understood by him or by me.

Bang Hanan's dreams are getting weird. I worry about his mental state. Sometimes I see him daydreaming. Bang Hanan is a typology of logical people who tend not to believe even mystical things. However, strange events that he experienced made him question the truth that he had always believed. Yes, faith in God requires faith in supernatural things, right?

It is possible that there are people who are able and so willing to hurt others in such a way. It became his own question for him.

“What is that cherry? Why the dragon-headed and the golden throne? Why is he always in my dreams?" I heard him talking to himself. Slowly I approached and caressed his back.

“How about we look for other treatment alternatives, Bang?” sure him. “ Bang Irsyad, brother's friend did not have many friends who do alternative medicine rukyah? Who knows to be the path of healing, brother. How, Bang?” My heart doesn't want to lose.

'Ah, I just want you to heal Bang. Please, don't refuse.’

Bang Hanan's voice broke my daydream. “Good Deck. I just fucked you. I can't stand this pain anymore,” he said resignedly.

I'm glad that Bang Hanan is finally willing to try other treatment alternatives. I had persuaded him several times before, but he scolded me and told me that my imagination was too much. He even advised me not to think strangely and negatively of others.

Ah, Bang Hanan, why is he so good. In this condition alone, he did not want me to prejudge the others.

My concern is not baseless. Before Bang Hanan got sick, he had a problem with his officemate. Mr. Rustam, as soon as Bang Hanan called him. Not to mean to be prejudiced. Isn't it in the world of work, nagging, elbow-following is common. Moreover, there were squabbles and threats as well.

“Already deck, do not continue your imagination, it will be slander.” Those words that made me end up always undo my intention to try other alternative treatments. I don't want to make him sad. Nor do they want to add to sins. If it's not true, then woe to me for slandering people.

****

[I'll come with Nisa and my friend. Ustad Abdu's name. May this be your husband's path of healing. Let's try it first]

I got a message from Bang Irsyad. Half an hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I had Bang Irsyad and Ustadz Abdu go straight to our room, while I shuffled up and took a drink, followed by Nisa, who wanted to help.

“Sister Hay still often dream strange huh, Ma'am?” I'm just a mangut-mangut. Nisa does have a strange call for my husband. Bang Irsyad's younger sister was indeed very familiar with Bang Hanan, even before knowing me, the man who married me first knew Nisa. Bang Hanan and Bang Irsyad have been friends since High School. Often doing chores together at Bang Irsyad's house, making the three familiar as brothers.

I put a tray on the table, then stood by my halal lover, who had digested Ustadz Abdu's explanation of the treatment of rukyah.

‘Yes Allah, Gusti, may this be the path of healing servant husband.’

Before starting the ritual of treatment, Ustad Abdu accompanied Bang Irsyad around our house. The negative aura around the house. Not everyone is given the advantage of inner eye sight. Rukyah activists use the index finger and expensive several letters al-Qur’an as a medium to reveal the existence of negative aura from invisible creatures.

“What in this room often turns off the lights?” Ustad Abdu's voice surprised me.

“Iya, Ustad. Why yes?” curious says.

“I feel a lot of negative energy that is in this room,” stressed Ustad Abdu which makes me more curious. “I will open the inner eyes of Mother's husband, so that he can detect anything that is there, as well as show where “buhul” was placed, because the husband of Mother who became a victim of violence, as well as where <TAG1>buhul<TAG1> was placed, automatically faster if he himself sees it directly.”

Ustad Abdu's explanation reminds me of the study of mothers last week, when discussing the cause of al-Falaq's letter, related to the cause of the severe pain suffered by the Prophet Muhammad is the magic performed by Labib bin al-A’sham, Jews. On the orders of the Apostle, Amar ibn Yasir's friend took the bugul that Labib had placed in the well and covered with a large stone. After the gusset was taken and burned, the health of the Prophet gradually improved. Ah, an Apostle can even be exposed to magic, what about this priest of my family who has many flaws.

I hurried to the kitchen, after Ustad Abdu asked me to take the milky-white basin, not forgetting the charred salt. After I handed over the container with salt, this perukyah added bidara powder brought from home, then poured water into it.

I see it like a scene of glass bengal that is in the soap opera Mak Lampir. You can see what is hidden in the water. Honey, who can see later only the Ustad and Bang Hanan only.

The man in sturdy clothes asked me about my poor man's readiness. The verses of al-Qur’an began to be recited. Do not forget to pray for healing only to God. Mas Hanan closed his eyes while imitating the verse the Ustad read. At the end of the ritual, Bang Hanan is welcome to open his eyes and tell him what he saw in the water container.

“Tidaaak!” Bang Hanan screamed while covering her face with her palm.

I paled my intention to approach Bang Hanan who was like a fear. He began to open his net slowly. Ustad's voice adds to his bravery, “Tak nothing Mr Hanan, Don't be afraid! Take a look back! What does it look like there, sir?”

“I saw a lot of pocongs in the corner of the room. There's a jenglot in the backyard. Small paper in the drawer under the kitchen cupboard.” I got goosebumps hearing what Bang Hanan had just talked about. Half-run, I opened all the drawers in the kitchen and found a small folded ‘pegon’ paper wrapped in solasi. The pain suddenly loomed over me. The piece of paper was finally burned Bang Irsyad. The inscription in the paper was a kind of ‘kings’ to weaken the intended person.

“There's a female figure.” Bang Hanan continued his search. “No, already, already, I can't,” screams Bang Hanan then fainted for a moment.

My panic ended when I saw him muttering and being pacified by Ustad Abdu. I could only cry and hug Nisa who was scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat. Unusually, Nisa who is usually chatty, just bowed lethargic. Several times he went back and forth to the middle room to grab a drink. It's so weird this girl.

Ustad Abdu still goes around the room and kitchen area. While chanting the sacred verse, he also sprayed the rukyah water mixed with bidara and rubbed salt. The unpretentious man advised me that every afternoon before the azan maghrib arrived, I should spray water all over the corner of the house. Drinking water and food are cooked before consumption. Al-Qur’an therapy, as he called it.

“Pak Hanan, know the female figure?”

“Alright, no need to mention, later can be slander.”

Many unanswered questions. Including Bang Hanan's dreams of kris in the form of dragon heads. I saw the attitude of Ustad Abdu and Bang Hanan a little strange. In fact, it might just be my feeling, but it was like there was something that the two of them were deliberately hiding.

Ustad Abdu promised to come back to continue the therapy sessions. This first time is just to dive into our residence, the term of the answer, ‘Ngesiki Omah.’ As for doing rukyah directly on Bang Hanan, physical and mental strength needs to be prepared. Everyone who was beaten experienced a different effect, some were just burping, vomiting, screaming, even crying hysterically.

****

This morning, Nisa called to ask Bang Hanan. He kept asking if my husband had told me what he saw. I told her that these past two days, I have only focused on preparing a good intake for Bang Hanan. I also said to my panjaku girl if I do not want to force, let Bang Hanan himself tell the story.

“Did that woman ever have a problem with you, Bang?” The phone from Nisa made him finally curious and tried to persuade him.

“Seems not.”

Yup! Finally talking too. Bang Hanan finally told me that this woman had put her heart on him. It's just, he just considers sister nothing more.

“Lucky Girl,” pekikku.

Bang Hanan was also astonished as to why the girl became the figure he saw. Relationship with him good. The mysterious woman also loved me like a brother. Who exactly is this woman?.

Hearing Bang Hanan's explanation, it made me think that this woman was a close person and could go in and out of my house freely. In my brain only one person thinks. Could Nisa?. He's helped me a lot since Bang Hanan got sick. That girl was always watching me so as not to forget to take care of my health. “Caring for the sick needs excellent physicality,” so he said.

Still curious, my memory floated on the night that Ustad Abdu came home. Nisa turned quiet. He was agitated and even broke out in a cold sweat, but I usually couldn't stop him from talking for a while, like never running out of words and topics. Could Nisa have done that?

“Did Nisa, the figure you saw that night?” Bang Hanan did not want to answer but after I was pressed he finally nodded his ass. I don't seem to believe. Nisa Aprilia Azzahra, what once were you?

"What about that keris with two heads, Bang?" I went back to Bang Hanan.

"I don't know, Dek. Maybe Nisa used someone else."

After that conversation. Bang Hanan and I agreed to keep this a secret and made a play so that Nisa herself could finally show her where the other 'bohul' was.

***

[Nis, then tell Bang Irsyad yes, that Ustad Abdu will be going home]

A message I sent to Nisa on purpose, I hope that tonight, she will also come to the house with her brother. Previously, there was also an agreement with the ustadrukyah.

Nisa comes with a gelagat that remains strange. I purposely teased her like a girl to be proposed to, after I held her cold, sweaty hands.

"If this second gusset is found, then God willing it will be more clear who would be rude to Mr. Hanan." Ustad Abdu started his charade. While my eyes did not care to see Nisa's behavior.

"We should start, Ustad session so that Hanan can see where the last gusset is" said Bang Irsyad who did not know the situation.

"Sir, Nisa's out for a second, will call a friend, this is important." I answered Nisa's question with a nod.

When all serious with rukyah. I quietly followed where Nisa was going.

Looking left-right, Nisa headed to the living room. A large vase with arctic flowers as its refinement, became the last place of Nisa's footsteps. Allahu Akbar, why did it never occur to me, there are indeed some colorful bunga support stones. Instantly Nisa hands merogo vase and takes a bundle wrapped in a white cloth, similar to a shroud.

"Sina...!" I screamed loudly while turning on the lights. At once Bang Irsyad and Ustad Abdu came to the air. Then Bang Hanan walked on gontai.

Nisa surprised. Approach himself. Plaque! The slap finally floated on his ripe cheek.

"How much you. Didn't Bang Hanan think of you as his own sister, why would you do this," I cried hysterically to the point of powerless standing.

"I never wanted to hurt Bang Hanan, I just didn't like you Hanum said. You took my love. I just want you to go but it's Bang Hanan who's hurt" he said sobbing.

Plaque! For the second time, Nisa gets a slap from Bang Irsyad.

"Abang shy to have a bitch like you. Tell me who helped you?" bang Irsyad was full of anger.

"A few months ago, when there was a Bang Hanan office event in this house, I had a chance to think with Rustam, he gave me an idea how I could get my love back, and I just according to his will." Nisa slumped. Lunglai's body. He's fucked.

At that moment, Nisa's hand was held by Bang Irsyad to leave the house. Bang Irsyad looked sad and embarrassed by his sister's actions. While still with his sobs, I saw Nisa say softly, "I'm sorry, Nisa, Ms. Hanum, Bang Hanan, I'm sorry."

I stared at the backs of the two brothers leaving the courtyard of the house. Ustad asked for the white bundle I was holding and went out the front yard of the house to hold it.

"Thank God, Mr. Hanan, God still loves you. Don't break up to always scratch independently. May this be the path of recovery of the Father."

By haru, we accept the words of Ustad Abdu. We don't want to hold grudges, let it be God's business.

Everyone has two potentials, good and bad, but God gives us the ability to choose what is good for us.

Finishes.

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Explanation of words that may be difficult to understand :👇👇👇👇

A kind of medium used to perform magic.

Rukyah: prayers, readings or recitations with verses of the Qur'an to ask for help/healing to Allah.

Pegon: Arabic alphabet modified to write Javanese, Madurese and Sundanese.