Among Thousand Journeys

Sarcub

“Mari mas eat first,” said friendly.

“Wah I've been waiting from earlier, afraid it interferes wirid.”

I reached out, brought acquaintances, and,

“Febrian.” I said shake his hand.

“Mashur.” said introduce yourself,

“Already let's eat first, chat continued later, while eating.” he said while

tossing the plate in front of me, I saw

vegetable eggplant, milkfish, sambal trasi as a side dish, looks appetizing and feels delicious.

“Mas Ian is a traveler huh?” tanyakanya.

“Iya.” I replied while enjoying a meal

deliciously.

“Kok know I'm a traveler?” my many.

“There is a young man who from yesterday has been

waiting for mas at my house,” he said.

“A young man?”

“Iya mas, he said he got a whisper from the occult told to wait for mas, anyway the person whose characteristics are like this mas, who will stop at this mushola, that person is still in my house,”

mashur explained.

“What's up?” many wonder.

“Let's ask him himself a question, wow

come on mas, the rice added again.”

We ate ravenously, almost a basket

we spent it together, as if we were old acquaintances, on the sidelines of our meal joking.

Mashur people are supple and friendly, he lives

with his wife and two kids, got a little boarding school behind the house, which is santri-filled

santri is there while in school, there are also

while working. His students are only 10.

After eating I was invited to meet a man

the young man who said he was waiting

my arrival since yesterday at Mashur's house.

The young man was named Ilham, when he entered

mashur's house looks me in the eye immediately

catching the figure of the skinny, squeaky young man, his eyes jutting inward, the omens had experienced various concerns, but after briefly observing, I was like I had seen this young man, but I remembered for a moment…..

well this young man was in one dream, whether 3 months or how many months ago, I have seen his past without me knowing how, we shake hands, he

kiss my hand, I'll let it go.

“Ilham.” said name. Me too

introducing my name.

I saw a black aura clumping around his body, and I now really remember all my dreams.

In the dream I saw this young man

studying science without a teacher, so from reading books, without a guide, he followed the instructions of the book, he was alone in one of the sacred tombs, days he was alone, days he was, fasting and practicing the practices of the book,

Somehow on what day, one night at the tomb, he himself read the letter from the book, and came the old man with a long beard,

“Ngger, I'll give you some knowledge, but you have to stop praying 5 times,

are you willing to spend?” ask the old man.

Inspiration of mangosteen. So the bearded old man put the light from his palms into the head of Inspiration.

After that incident, Inspiration never

pray, but strangely he can treat various

sicknesses. Time passed by and Ilham was still actively sitting in the sacred tomb, while reading the practices of the book.

Whether to how many nights, he was visited by a figure who resembled bung Karno, the first president of Indonesia, “Ngger Ilham, I will give you knowledge, I will give you knowledge, but you must want to burn a stall where to sell liquor at the end of the village.” Bung Karno Kw message.

how not, how to burn

a drink shop? What if the whole village burns down? But this is an order

president of RI, who will provide knowledge

to him, every night Ilham pondered, every day he was dumbfounded by the sound of whispers

raging overlaps in his heart.

That night at 2 am, Inspiration has been determined, he said,

leaving with his motorbike and armed with 5 liters of gasoline, he went to the gas shop at the end of the village, the motorbike he set up, he approached the stall and flushed the side of the wall of the stall with gasoline, matches were lit and the toilet, he said, the shop is burning, too,

Ilham ran away and watched from afar his work, with a smirk of satisfaction, while the fire licked out of the stall and all its contents, the house next to the stall began to lick fire, and, fortunately the one who had a house immediately woke up and shouted fire, so one family could still save themselves, the villagers heard the screams of fire immediately coming shoulder to shoulder to shoulder putting out the fire, so that one family could still save themselves, although not close the house next to the stall ludes burned, but the fire has been extinguished.

The owner of the shop, his wife and his son

still a burnt baby, unhelpable

any more. People wonder what

actually the cause of the fire, but nothing

who knows, While Inspiration tomorrow night

waiting at the funeral, and man

Karno also came to give up a kris.

After getting the keris, Ilham became more powerful,

immune to guns, and he's getting serious in the

funeral, days pass.

That night, Ilham was still diligently reading the practice, hio had been extinguished several times and he lit a new hio, suddenly smelling the smell of a very fragrant fragrance bursting into the entire sacred cemetery, he said,

The smell is very fragrant, so that it evokes lust, and slowly but surely, looks the shape of a beautiful woman in front of Inspiration, beautiful immeasurably, beautiful, never Inspiration to see a beautiful woman as perfect as the young woman in front of him, so that all Indonesian artists put together and then be kareti, still unable to match this woman, he said,

Beautiful is difficult to describe, until usually

Inspiration that is not so fond of girls, this time

his jakun went up and down like a saw, like

the thirst is so great

his throat, like a jakun, was lacking oil.

“Do you not want to be my husband? And no

want rich?” ask the woman, her voice

melodious, like a plucked stringed instrument

cautiously afraid of breaking the strings, or

the flute is blown with the breath that has been

practice finding the subtlest tones of the voice,

“Ho-oh mau... mau.. mau.” said Ilham saliva to flood not careless, let alone see

a thin blue shirt wrapped around the woman's body, revealing a faint

a sight that evokes lust.

“But you have to qualify me.” says

the woman, while walking in

in front of Ilham, which made the young man more empot-empotan.

“What.... what are the terms.?” ask her chest inspiration

sesek, ampek nahan lust that rises.

“The signal is that you must burn the market

subdistrict.” said the woman and Ilham

stumbling until the woman is gone from before him.

After returning from the sacred tomb, Ilham was dazed, burning the Bangilan sub-district market? How come? The place where people hang the family's living, even his mother

lilham sells clothes in that market.

But when the sound of sweet whispers seduce, and the smell of intoxicating, unknowingly Ilham drove his motorbike to the market which was two kilos from his home with a gasoline jerrycan, but once in the market, Ilham drove his motorbike to the market, his consciousness and conscience refused, so he was in a daze, too,,

Seriate....