Among Thousand Journeys

Mbah Sari's

“Ampuuun…! Do not pronounce asthma a’dzom that I am not strong, ampuuun.!” kyai Cempli said shrieking.

“You gave up no?” my many.

“Iya I give up, lose, conquer.” he replied

while prostrating.

“Usually your people like to cheat, like

take a chance, when I lena then you will take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Ampuun…! I dare not sir.”

“What is your promise?” I said looking for certainty, because what I know the jinn since the time of Prophet Sulayman can not be trusted, always take the opportunity if humans lena.

“Master asks what, I will give you, I have silk mesh, wesi aji, lucky stone, possessions, silver gold, Master ask what?” jin asked the ruler of the village to try to find the weakness of my heart.

“You think I'm interested in things

that sort?”

“Then master asked for what?”

“I didn't ask for anything, I just asked for you

with your people subjugated to me.”

“Iya I am ready... if the master needs help, then I will be ready to be ruled.”.

“I also want you not to disturb humans.” I said.

“Ya I'm ready sir.”

“Now what in this area there is no

armature?” my many.

“There's a master..”

“Where is it?”

“In an area called Secino,”

“Where is it?”

“In the area east of the village.”

“Why can I be haunted?” my many.

“Because there is the contents of the last heirloom keris,”

“What is the shape?”

“The form of a striped tiger mr.”

“Why do you let it go, don't you order it not to disturb humans?” my many.

“My power does not cover up to it.”

“Where is the place, show me.” I said reign.

“Please master follow me.” he said while

walk ahead of me with the child

her female.

“What did that tiger do?”

“He often asks for human victims, and often sometimes humans are misled, sometimes humans are put in the middle of bamboo granules, so it will be difficult to get out.” explained Kyai Cempli.

“Then where is the keris?” much

the road behind Kyai Cempli.

“There is someone's home.” replied kyai Cempli.

Near the bamboo row is seen

a tiger as big as a middle buffalo

standing looking at me, I made a circle of hands in

air, and I clap my hands with power

suck, the tiger-shaped genie is like a picture sucked in a vacuum cleaner machine,

shrinking and getting into my grasp.

“Where does keris place this tiger genie?” much

the Kyai Cempli.

Kyai cmpli stepped ahead of me, heading

one house, and into the room, and then

open the old closet, where lay the old keris.

I put the tiger-shaped genie in

keris, and I tie it with magical powers.

Frankly, such a thing is at all me

ordinary and do not know, everything is like there is a

lead, what I do I don't understand at all, what I do

that sequence is like there's been

designing, and I just became a puppet, a puppet,

while my hands were bound by the moving, my heart got a clue as to what

all I have to do.

My job I think is done, “I think I have

enough here, now I'm going back to

my place, then what if I want to

commanding helps my needs, I

call you what?” I said.

“Hamba kyai Cempli, ready to command, if

it takes.” replied the old man while

bent over.

I immediately returned to my body and woke up,

where Husna my wife told me that inside

sleep has happened my body bend, and grunt, returned hard, really

I'm still trying to circle the area

Pekalongan with Raga Sukma.

In my daily life, I am not

including people who like to get together the same

neighbors, even I gather with people only when filling studies, imitating mosques, and if the neighbors there are hawadan, besides that I do not gather with people, because my time is up to run my man.

If the seed wants to be big, then plant it with a deep dipend in the soil, if he grows, then the roots will be far embedded in the soil, so that it is strong gripping, if he grows, if it has become a shady tree, and can be occupied shelter, if hit by the wind, the tree is unshakable, because of the strength of the roots embedded in the ground.

So do humans, if humans don't

hide first, to strengthen the roots themselves, then to be used shelter people will not be strong if hit by the wind of trials, the big people will not be busy hanging out in the alleys, he said, and by the way ngalor did not talk about something that has no benefit.

Like our Prophet before he was raised

being the Prophet and Rosul, he remained in the cave of Hiro’ for five years.

Because they hide themselves, and not infrequently

get together with the community, then for years

years no one personally knows

myself.

One day I took my wife to the shaman

the massage in the village I once went through

genera of succum to sort his stomach,

ordinary villagers if pregnant always laid out his stomach to fit.

The shaman was an old woman shaman who was so famous that her patients from everywhere, until there was using the queue number, to get service, when I came with Husna, he said, seen from outside the shaman's house massage was a lot of people were already queuing up,

Though I tried to come when finished praying magrib.

But suddenly the shaman came out of the house

drop queue.

“Today the massage is closed, not serving guests.”

mbah Dukun Nyai Sari.

The people who were originally in line dispersed, too,

including me going home.

“Wah may no longer be fortunately we mas, just came even Mbah Sari does not serve guests.”

Husna.

“Ya ndak papa, tomorrow-tomorrow can be.” I said

comforting, and I turned the bike back.

But Mbah Sari came to me then

holding my hand, and whispering in

my ear.

“Ngger let's go in..” says Mbah Sari,

holding my hand.

“Lhoh instead of her massage is closed to Mbah?”

ask Husna.

“Oo it's for others nduk, not for

your husband.” Mbah Sari explained.

Husna and I entered Mbah Sari's house.

Nyi Sari was 60 years old, half a man

short, and the motion is deft, already

famous everywhere about the content, maybe even very familiar about the content,

She often fits if someone when fitting to give birth, if it has stepped on the old womb.

Enter Mbah Sari house, the house is simple, made of old wooden buildings, without colored paint, only covered with lime, if people enter will get the impression that has a very simple house, but the house is very simple, although Mbah Sari has departed for Hajj to the holy land, but in appearance only mediocre.

“Mari-mari ngger nice. let's sit.” says.

Mbah Sari while cleaning the place

I'll sit down. I am very much respected

like those.

“Already nyai... don't bother.” I said.

“Ndak kok.. ndak bothered, it's worth it, it's worth it,

I apologize, even if my service

not deigning in the heart of panjenengan.” he said

which makes me more confused.

“Mbah.. actually what to mbah, kok

so confused, I'm a person

ordinary.” obviously me, because I don't like it

revered.

“Ordinary person? That's why it's pinter

hide yourself.”

“Hide what to mbah, la ndak nothing I hide kok.”

“I know ngger, all the rulers of this village

escorting you from behind, now all

march ta’dzim behind my house, even

Kyai Cempli who is the ruler of the village also exists, so I can not be lied to.”

“Ooo about it to mbah??”

“Iya.. also because of this village which

previously haunted, now adem ayem, I am very grateful, even though it runs....

Seriate....