Among Thousand Journeys

Seasonal pain

“Later to make a fence and also a house, wait a minute,” I said to stand up, and look for pebbles for me to fill, after finishing the filling process then I leave it to Ardi, while explaining how

donned.

After everything was done, they both agreed

go home.

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Like I told you at the beginning, if the business is about

santet, then strangely his business about witchcraft

fluffy. Just as both of my guests passed, one of my friends, Manaf, called,

“Mas can help you, it's about my uncle, in Rembang, he was hit by santet.” Manaf said. “Wadoh santet again.” I replied.

“La what is it?” ask Manaf.

“This is just two of my guests coming home, about the witchcraft, this is you calling about the witchcraft again.” I replied.

“Hahaha..., just another season, but this is me seriously, because I contacted the family in Rembang, he said to be santet.”

“La how can Naf people be stuck?” my many.

“Anu is a matter of inheritance, so inheritance is a struggle, and my uncle is supposed to get a part, but if my uncle dies there is someone else's share, then there is someone else, and that person who then hopes my uncle dies, this person has not been up from bed for a week, every night there are also many explosions on the roof of the house, please yes mas.” explained Manaf at length.

“Hm.. yes can contact your uncle for a while,

tell me to sit facing west, let me drag it from here.” I replied,

“Ya briefly.” replied Manaf then turn off his HP. Ten minutes later Manaf called again,

“I told you to face West,”

“Yes, I briefly pulled it, do not forget to tell me how it developed.” I said, then the concentration of attracting the evil forces in the body of his uncle Manaf in Rembang.

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“Still yes mas, already healthy, allah moga

reply to your charity.” when Manaf calls tomorrow.

“Halah ndak need you do’akan, even ndak

makbul, on the contrary, hahha..” candaku.

The bike is not good to run, I'm in part

save, I choose one of the service places, in the Preng Langu area, although not on the side of a big road, a bit into the village, I used to often see that serves the motor until queue, I was waiting, because the service is good.

Arriving at the service workshop where the situation is quiet, like I'm the only one who came, I was surprised, the repairman was also just hanging out.

“You nyervis mas?” ask someone who

looks lazy and lemes.

“Iya..!” I said, handing over the motor, and

sitting on the bench.

The man who asked me was sitting near me, and my bike was handed over to his men.

“Kok lemes mas? Pain huh?” ask the service guy.

“Iya mas.., the body has no power.” replied him.

“I guess I used to often see this service place crowded visitors, how now deserted mas?”

my many.

“Ndak know mas,” answers. “Since five months

last time, suddenly I became sick, so sickly,

and kok ya ndila place of service also quiet.” explained the repairman.

“It looks like something is wrong mas, also this mas I see the pain is also not right.” I said.

“Lho mas can to know such a thing?” askinya.

“Ya know a little.” replied me.

“This is my pain also reasonable mas.” clear

a repairman named Maskur.

“Ndak reasonable how mas?” my many.

“During these five months, I have spent money to see a doctor, the body feels lemes no morale, even wake up it feels lazy.” said Maskur.

“La says doctor hurt what mas?” my many.

“Yes the doctor himself does not know, la all my organs are normal, eat also doyan, but want to wake up work it feels really malaas, sometimes in the stomach it feels very painful, very painful, but the doctor also examined in the stomach no disease anything.”

“Try my footprints see.” I said.

She flipped her ankles so I could see, and her ankles were already bloated though not too big.

“Then I think this mas got suck ewa.” I explained.

“Then the solution how?”

“Mas can?”

“Ya insaAlloh now I can also remove the disease with permission Alloh of course.” I said.

“La I'm still treated mas people, how?”

“Treated what to wear? “Wear chicken eggs, this has been a week I was patented treated using eggs run on the body.” he explained.

“Ya then let the treatment be completed first.” I said.

“La later if healed yes do not need to treat, but if it has not healed later mas just come to my house.” I said.

“Home where is mas?”

“In the area Bligo.” reply.

“Ya well then.” replied. My motor service has been completed.

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Three days later Maskur came to my house, escorted by his wife.

“How about mas, already finished treated using eggs?” my many.

“It was a mas, but I remained sick.” explained Maskur.

“Try here I pull the disease, anywhere that feels sick ?” my many. Then she pointed at her chest, and I immediately pointed my palms to her chest, and then she showed me again to her belly, so I pointed my palms to her stomach and I pulled her sickness, and I told her to

feel what still hurts.

“It is already a mas, it is not sick.” he said.

“That's right?” my many.

“Iya mas right, cook me a lie.” said Maskur with a serious face. “My pain makes a play

main to mas.”

I took the aqua water, and I blew it,

“This later aqua water is drunk and used for bathing,” I said and took a pebble in front of the house

then I blow it, I blow,

“And this gravel will be planted in the corner of the house, can be healed and no longer hurt.” I said.

“Makasih mas, now the heck already enakan mas, do not know later.”

“Ya can make a full recovery.”

During my time in Saudi, practically rallying jama’ah toreqoh, broadly speaking, I included a vacuum, fruitless, if measured by my fellow students who already have their own councils, and already have a lot of pilgrims also santri themselves, too,

Like Sohib a friend of mine in East Java who already has jama’ah up to hundreds.

While I was still stuck in the deadlock, work did not have, had jama’ah also not, ah nanggung very I feel alive.

Though in the past two thousand years, I have been told Kyaiku to focus on taking care of toreqoh, but I myself still breezes, still like to twitch

the luntung is not kaluan.

But long time no news of Sohib, how are you? Because my brother Abdullah happened to play at home, I could know Sohib's HP number,

After I found out her phone number, I called her immediately.

“Who is this,” Sohib voice, hoarse and weak.

“I.”

“I who?” ask Sohib.

“Cooking forgot a friend one tray?” I said he was quiet for a moment..

“Ooo you are Ian.., Ian happened to call you.”

“How happened?” my many.

“I'm sick Ian.”

“Wah sick why? The disease is still

doyan is with you, not even the disease will vomit smelling your sweat, hahaha.” my candlestick.

“Don't joke Ian, I'm really sick, too

all the heads of toreqoh East Java all could not wake up, Tuban branch, Bojonegoro branch also on sick.”

“La kok divide kayak disease berkatan only.”

“Beru we hurt all.”

“La pain what?”

“We got all.” explained Sohib.

“La kok to be fine alone kok use the group.” I said.

“Ya is not a troupe, but we were ganged up

people who nyantet.” clearly Sohib..