Among Thousand Journeys

Nyai Kun's

Just a bird owl, sometimes from far away

there was one, a very gripping night, the moon above was still a fingernail like covered in black, although there was no cloudy, thick fog began to fall, although it did not hold visibility, he said, but for an old woman as tough as Nyiyam, it's nothing, even as a human being, such fear tickles her feelings.

About being seduced by ghosts, this old woman

his experience is countless, from

blown his torch continuously, thrown at times, even

once found residents in the middle of bamboo trees, so residents have to take it out by cutting down bamboo trees.

The situation is very quiet, only thin flip-flops, some of which have been perforated due to friction, sound srek-srek, as if the noisiest themselves, ah somehow have been how many years this sandal accompanied his duties.

Crossing the night, measuring its sincerity helps women who will give birth, which is sometimes only paid for a banana, or just a thank you.

Nyinyam tightened her shawl, when she felt her hair getting cramped, ah

the tomb had also been passed, and in front

is the campling post, what's feared,

there may still be someone on guard, but why.

all the feathers on his body stood all up, Nyiyam quickened his pace, let alone at the ten meter distance camling post he saw the shadow of the person from his myopic eyes.

the man was wearing clothes in the form of white clothes and gloves.

Nyiyam has decided, he will not say hello to the patrol officer, if he is greeted first will only answer, and if not greeted it will pass, but why he feels more creepy.

Right in front of the shadow that's in the post, right,

“Where to Nyi...?” female voice, the,

Serr…! All the feathers stood up straight all, his head felt keribo, not the voice of the woman who made him goosebumps, even though it was also yes, but what made him goosebumps was that the sound was like a sound from another nature, like a voice from another nature, not this world, but the realm of darkness.

“ss....ssa..s..who., k..you.?” Nyiyam felt his tongue like a triplex sheet he was on, stiffly unable to move to let out a speech.

This woman in front of him looked down, her hair was dreadlocked, and there was still ground attached. Some of his hair covered his face until it was invisible.

“hii..hik..hihihh...” heard laughing voice.

what was so strange, that made Niyam's legs tremble. Even pee seeps from the jaritnya (batik cloth, old age) when the smell of a stinging carcass carried away

the wind, the smell of dead bodies.

However, this old grandmother still tried to be stoic, fortunately she remembered Alloh, at least reduce, her fear.

“You are who is nduk? Go back to your place

nduk..?” said Nyiyam who started to strongly hold his inner.

“I Sunti nyai.., I was not accepted nyai…

tolooong aku nyai... huhuu..” the voice of the woman nudged.

“I can't do anything, I'm a person

bodo...” said Nyiyam then in heart

recite the chair over and over again.

“Aduh nyai hot.... hot.... Aduuuuh you what I nyai..?” the woman screamed and her body instantly floated upwards, and

drifting away while laughing hahahihi.

Since that night, Ki Gerot's house was disturbed

and terrorized Sunti the krambyangan, until

because it is not strong, shamans who are anti-saw

it also invites people to teach at his home, until the interference from Sunti is no longer.

“Will I perfect you?” my much on

Sunnis.

“Hihi... smelly boy kencur,

hiihi...!”.

I without a word, I twisted my finger, as if

circle it and I write the tub in the middle,

instantaneous.

“Hi what are you doing to me?” tanyakene,

because his body is locked up.

Then I read the basmalah three times, hold my breath, and,

kullu saiin halikun illa wajhah. AllahuAllahu.

Allahu akbar!!, the hand that has been shaded

with palms open towards Sunti,

and “lugh!!”, a small explosion was heard, and a billowing smoke, united was sucked to a point and then vanished.

It's probably three in the morning, I'll be right away

darting, over my village, darting I fastened my pace, I wanted to try the quickest, and before long, tutoring.. I feel like I'm in my own body.

And I saw my watch, three and a quarter.

I then arrange the pillow and immediately go to sleep, ah my first rogo sukmo experience. Pretty impressive.

After the dawn prayer, I sketched

wall painting, while finishing wirid.

Cold still stabbing bones, my friends

the dawn of time all go back inside

blanket scabbard, my room feels cold especially when the wind comes in from between the wooden board wall of the room, whose installation is careless.

“Mas…! Not loud?” khanafi santri's

Cilacap, stand at the door of the room.

“La you are not fasting to Fi?” askaku.

“Mutung kang,”

“Halah Fi... Fi... La how to, do you want to continue in the cottage until old? Enter Fi, not locked kok..” I said while continuing to sketch the picture.

“Again what mas?” ask Khanafi after

into my deck room, which is a room with wooden planks.

“Ah, this is Fi again make a sketch, make a painting in the hall

back, sit down, wait a minute, keep going

breakfast with.” I said.

The day is getting longer, the cold is getting colder

gone, leaving a dew point on the grass, the sound of crowded birds squeaking, welcoming the sun that had begun to shoot up from the top of Mount Putri.

As if the world were peaceful, no problem, no resentment envy, no murder, death only by reasonableness, like a leaf falling, like a sun rising and then sinking.

The wind flows with

love, nature and human beings such as

harmony complements each other, nothing

evil man, or jinn, but the world beyond

not as narrow as everyone's expectations.

I finished sketching, as the butut watch showed at 7 a.m.

“Ayolah Fi, if you want to eat breakfast..” I said.

after finishing the book. And we too

go to the place where you eat at

warung bu Enur, used to eat rice uduk, no

expensive only 1500 can block the stomach, plus free bitter tea.

Actually in the shop Bu Enur, it's done

the general secret, that every young man who comes is not only the one who is meant to eat him but the beautiful, sweet and coquettish daughter of Bu Enur, it is also not to miss the Khanafi, he said, and I end up also glancing.

Ah indeed the devil is the easiest to transmit infectious diseases, the easiest of which is lust.

Pass through the blood vessels, and warm the heart of the woman with sweeping whispers.

And peppering something trivial so big, even so a mountain that is ready to erupt.

Because it's only a hundred meters away

from the cottage, we both quickly

I did, but apparently my friends were

kira snores under the blanket turns out

already hanging out in the stall, while

teasing Afifah, the daughter of Enur's mother who is not

his boredom throws the sweetest smile.

Seriate....