Among Thousand Journeys

Evek Thing Lucky

Suddenly my eyes saw two things

lying down, I picked it up immediately.

It turned out to be a large agate

a thumb without a hand and a keris

small, with its character, keris is only as big as a little child's little finger, but its shape is very

very antique, although the shape is very small but very antique, the warangkannya wrapped in cloth

neat, but very old and old-fashioned,,

When I

pull away the kris with my fingers, ah how tiny but very beautiful, because it is decorated with very detailed carvings, really worth the art, I do not

able to imagine how possible, someone carved in this little dagger

such detail.

But I am not the type of person who likes keris and agate, although many stories circulated about stones and keris that have magic.

I'm just a man with no mind

neko, for me, practising religion is as good as

perhaps, the quiet life, the wife of the sholehah, the children of the sholeh-sholeh, as well as the family of the survivors, the prosperity was more than enough for me.

Although I believe in the efficacy of keris, because the jinn inhabit it. But I'd rather believe that Gusti Alloh was my best helper.

I also got off the internit.

“You want keris Zam?“ ask me after I get off.

“Keris? What is mas?” for ask him with

astonishment views.

“This I got a keris from above, yes if you

want?”

“Wah if I am this if there is in love duwit aja, do not kris, I am a difficult person mas, the button duwit..”ansi Zamrozy.

“Ya if you don't want..”

“Try see keris where is mas?”

I took out the kris immediately, and saw it, he said,

after being picked up and examined, keris is given

me again.

“Wah I don't know anything about kris

mas, but really small yes, like a child's toy aja.”

“But if Ian wants, I have a friend who likes collecting keris, he would really like to be given keris,”

“Later malem tell me to come here.”ujarku

“But he's one of the mas station goons, how about?" Answer

“Yes no papa, tell me to come, who

her name?”

“Name Gimo mas.. well later I contact.”

That afternoon I filled a rock for me to plant

four corners of the house, as a fence

occult. The night Gimo came, after I met him, I took him to sit on the porch, talking about the keris I found.

Gimo guy big height, putty, and

muscular, very fond of studying science

devotion, and likes to collect wesi aji and agate.

“Ber nih kang sapean want to give me

keris?” I asked after sitting next to me.

And Lutfi also Zamrosi joined the conversation.

“It's Gimo, Ian's mas, get keris

last afternoon,” sela Zamrosi.

“Where to mas from?” ask Lutfi who does not know the chronology.

“Can be from internit.” says Zamrosi,

precede me answer.

“You are mbok ya silent first to Zam, let mas

Iyan story,” says Lutfi.

“Iya Zamrosi is right, I got it in

ternit,”Jawabku

“Wah how can it know kang? Ah sure

this is a sakti.” said Gimo sumringah.

“Ya just happened..”.

“Ah can't be a coincidence, wong this morning

just want to go up to ternit, right weird?” zamrosi nyerocos said again.

“Where to go Gimo..? Mas Ian will be asked here to fence the house we occupy, asked the boss who has this house,” said Lutfi, explaining.

“Wah is this young, still a boy.!,” said Gimo.

“But in fact so...”

“Already, here is Gimo keris and stone

akikiknya, please accept..” I said while.

take out both things, and give up

“Little girl is very krisnya?” lutfi said, which

I just saw this keris.

“Wah this keris and stone can not be separated

kang, and this keris is powerful once.” said gimo

after watching for a while.

When we were talking, suddenly

“Duaar!!, bruakkk..!!”

The sound of the explosion of the motor collision with the motor, I saw at a glance, a Gl pro motorbike, overtaking to the right ahead of other vehicles, no idea there is a car in front, then the motor slammed to the left, the motor slammed into the left, to avoid the angkot car, and it turns out that in addition to the angkot there are other motors that also want to precede the angkot,,

Then inevitably again accidents occur, both riders to bounce and slammed on the asphalt.

Gl pro rider instantly died on the spot.

Things got really noisy, the streets got stuck

total, because the accident was right in the middle of the road,

the body of the Gl pro rider lay, and blood

melted everywhere, maybe his head broke.

People enslave, because it is still ongoing activities Augustusan, eat for free.

I saw Gimo agile as well, he was soon

carrying Gl pro riders, put into a pickup that happened to pass by and told to take them to the hospital.

While the enemy charisma rider Gl pro is okay, even though the blisters, but second

motor destroyed here and there shards of parts, and

lights are everywhere

.

Ah this is really not right, can't

left, I'll go in, get some water

wudhu, then sit in the room,

bring together flavor and inventiveness, read all

wirid in three-three, then

the Hijab prayer that Kyai taught

to me.

Flowing force from my belly button,

then it slid into my hand. I imagine I'm circling the front street of the house and catching

all the softened, genie, demon, tie it to one and then I throw it back to the house in a tied state.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed the sweat that came out as big as corn from the pores of my hands, the sweat even dripping from the tip of my nose, also flowing from the pores of my head, flowing into my neck, he said, and my back was sticky, soaked in sweat.

I immediately went out, not forgetting to take the four stones that had been during the afternoon quiz, while outside the situation was already quiet, Lutfi and Zamrosi were still sitting, chatting in the company of some neighboring shops around, and,

I called them both, and then

I planted two stones in the back corner

the house, and two stones in the front corner of the house.

That night I didn't sleep too much,

considering my wire is done. Tomorrow morning, the,

after dawn I took my two friends for a walk, all looking for breakfast porridge

green beans, on the way we met Gimo who was riding his bike,,

“Where are you going to Gimo?” my broom. He stopped immediately.

“Ee...kang Ian, what a coincidence kang, I want to go to the place of Ian kang, want to return the kris and agate given by Ian semalem.”

He said, guiding his bike beside me.

“Lho why? Doesn't this Gimo kang like to collect antiques..?” many wonder.

“Wah cilaka kang.” said..

“Cilaka how to?” my many.

“Kang Gimo mbok until tell us the obvious.” Zamrosi.

That burly young man full of tattoos on his body

take a deep breath and start telling stories.

Last night after the Gimo accident

looking for me, and asking the second

my friend about my whereabouts, but by the second

my friend I was seen in a state of being wirid, so Gimo was late to go home, he rode his panc bike to go home, because it was his home in the northern Pekalongan area.

While on a bike he passed

hordes of youths hanging out in the alley

while laughing, strangely angry Gimo and

approached the young man who was six people.

“Hey, laughing at me!” snapped it.

“Not kang, we laugh to ourselves.” reply

a young man who sat at the very edge,

looking in wonder at Gimo.

Gimo came forward holding the collar of the young man's shirt,

looking at the unfavorable gait, the five young men's friends were held in his collar by Gimo....

Seriate..